"How does he like to be touched?" I asked, glancing briefly toward Hywel. Slowly, gently. Kisses and licks, Hywel answered. Laszlo's fingers relaxed in my hair, one soothing down the side of my cheek to cup my jaw. Part of me wanted to pull away, break the lock of our stare, his gaze too intense and tender. But Laszlo had been kind to me, and quiet. And he'd been lonely. I wanted to be perfect for him, to offer him exactly what he wished.
