Hyacinthe didn't bother hiding any of his reactions from her, closing his eyes with a happy sigh and thrusting up against her exploring hand. He wanted her bold, wanted her to know that her touch affected him just as much as his did her. No, she wasn't as skilled as many of his other lovers; but that just meant she needed practice. Guidance. Both he was more than willing to offer her. Not just willing--eager.

Her curiosity and relative innocence were fun, but Hyacinthe believed that when she learned confidence and certainty, she'd be devastating.

"I want you, too," he purred, opening his eyes to catch hers. "I will show you everything you wish to know. I shall teach you the names of things like we're reading them straight from the Trois Milles Joies if you wish, or I shall just lay you back and demonstrate until you're exhausted and cannot take another minute. Ahh, cherie, if you trust me enough, I'll show you the stars."