I moaned.

The tip of his blade ghosted in long, lazy circles over my body. "What do you feel?"

"It's like sensory phosphorescence trailing in the wake of your touch."

"Cool." He sounded like such an eager little kid that I had to smile.

Rohan rolled me over, continuing his slow exploration, tracing his blade reverently over my left breast, his breath blowing warm gusts over my flushed skin. The focus on his face was absolute. His eyes were molten pools ...