Serge followed Valmont up the staircase. His body thrummed with desire. Images of Philippe’s…er…dance raged in his mind, but he forced himself to push the thoughts away. He could always address that issue tomorrow. For now, the moment he’d craved for hundreds of years was finally about to be his and he had no wish to f**k it up by being a jealous b***h.
Valmont led Serge into his bedchamber and closed the door behind them. The pleasant, sensual aroma of sandalwood incense permeated the air. The French doors to the balcony sat open and a pleasant summer breeze wafted through, punctuated only by another muscular guard, his back to them as he kept watch.
A small fire crackled in the hearth at the opposite end of the room and the large bed of thick pillows and soft, billowy bed linens becko
