Mireille felt her body tingle at the words of Dante. She looked into his grey, mesmerising eyes and just staring into his eyes, she could feel all her restraints breaking away.

"Dante" She called his name, her voice still softer than she had intended it to be.

"I'd rather walk naked" she added.

"That would be a beautiful sight, Principessa" He replied, his voice low and husky.

"But that sure won't be enough for me" he added, his gaze flickering down to her lips and ...