"I'd like that," Hyacinthe told her, his hand sliding under her breast to cup it up towards his mouth. "I want to hear you. Words, noises, desires--everything."

And then, his dark eyes locked with hers, he leaned down and drew a circle around her nipple with his tongue before pulling it into his mouth.

She was gorgeous. Blessed Elua, was she gorgeous. He couldn't wait to see how she looked when she fell apart in his hands.