The Gift Part 3

She stepped out of the bath. He watched her. Her wet hair contoured to the shape of her body. He heard her sultry voice telling him there was not a single towel in the entire room, but they could use one of his fine linen shirts if he would be so kind as to retrieve it and would he mind drying her? Mind? Any excuse to touch her was reason enough for him to do so ... But when he arrived at the chair where a shirt lay, she guided him into it and sat across his lap. He let out a groan of pleasure.

Through the course of the night, she brought him to the brink of release and back again so many times that he lost count. Finally, as the sun began to peak over the horizon, they reached the peak of ecstasy and drifted into peaceful slumber.

Somewhere around the noon meal, Sylvia appeared in a dressing robe that belonged to Mikail and requested food