What Hans had intended to end at a simple kiss quickly escalated into something neither one of them seemed able to stop.

It’s like a meatloaf.

He met each newly exposed piece of flesh with a tender kiss, remembering how he’d dreamed of doing exactly this on the very first night he’d seen her.

The candle’s flame washed her in a sensual bath of pulsating light, and Hans became entranced by the soft glow upon her skin.

She stared stupidly into his eyes, thinking about how very much she’d like to make that noise again…with him.