He was right. Any painter would kill to have her naked body on display for his artwork. “Perfection,” he murmured, and shifted down to one knee, so he could nuzzle at her stomach. She sucked in, in response, and he nipped at her belly, with human teeth and not fangs, then moved lower. So close. He was so close to what he craved most. “I will return to your ample bosom shortly, but first... I’m starving.”
