A tiny thrill cut across her belly, "Promise, when the time is right, we will fully share in this pleasure," he had said. Wordlessly, Jocelyn nodded. There was no other response she could possibly have given.

The warmth of his hand sliding over her hip to hover just at her mons, caused her to sigh. A gentle, tentative touch of his fingers lightly stroking over that small, sensitive nub between her thighs caused her eyes to momentarily fly wide open in surprise, searching his. Again, his touch beckoned and she followed. Thrilling warmth spread out over her thighs and through her centre causing her let her eyes flutter closed and to let out a ssmall moan of pleasure. Azazeal had been waiting her whole life to touch her in this way, she knew it. His voiced desire and want of her was one thing. Any man could say such things. But it was his self-ccontrol, even in spite of his obviousl and turgid need pressing against her that affirmed it.

When he asked her to dream of him, she could only murmur a quiet, "Oui." His touch was thrilling. Gooseflesh stood out on Jocelyn's skin, and everything she had ever learned or desired seem to culminate with pinpoint accuracy. Just before she felt as if she might fall, hurtling toward the edge of the precipice, Azazeal's mouth closed over hers in a deeply passionate and heated kiss, muffling her cries.