The words, “I want you” had no sooner passed her lips when Isolde was held in his gaze. His expression was nearly indiscernible but so fraught with longing that her breath caught in her throat. He chuckled in response and took her hand away from his face, entwining their fingers together. She shuddered with desire as his long, golden hair curled over her neck.<br/><br/>“You know me, but I do not think that you will remember me after you wake up, dearest,”  he said, a tinge of regret in his voice, but Isolde only felt his gaze hot in her aura and his hand hot against her thigh. She was untroubled by the thought of not remembering him after she woke for she felt as he held her soul in his hand, that she was branded, as if he owned her. How could she forget that bond?<br/><br/>He moved his hand away from hers and placed his palm upon her chest, tongue flicking against his upper lip slowly. Isolde pressed against his hand, craving his touch and wishing to have his hands over every inch of her flesh.<br/><br/>“I am not very sure if you have loved me once, but in your current life you despise me, Isolde.” She heard the words but could not comprehend them.  How could she despise anyone who made her feel so alive?<br/><br/>Asmodeus smirked, eyes roaming freely over the woman's soaked frame. His eyes lingered on her breasts and nipples, quite visible through the wet cotton nightshirt. She felt him grow rigid against her hip and she groaned with wanting him.<br/><br/>He hesitated before he gave his hand to her. “<br/><br/>Come with me, I wish to show you something.”<br/><br/>Isolde freely gave her hand to him, their eyes locked together as surely as their two bodies should be. A wolfish smile curved both corners of his firm lips as she allowed herself to be lead back to the round cornered cottage that overlooked the sea.<br/><br/>Isolde’s bare feet left no prints in the sand and walking in the white powder was not difficult but she realized this was a dream world. All sensations that were pleasant were sharper and all sensations that were not were diminished.<br/><br/>The hut was open sided with only a thatched roof to break the sun’s power. Inside was a four poster bed, hung with white linens and the smoothest sheets.<br/><br/><a class="postlink" href="http://www.rockhousehotel.com/assets/img/hotel/gallery/sleep/premium_villa.jpg">http://www.rockhousehotel.com/assets/img/hotel/gallery/sleep/premium_villa.jpg</a><br/><br/>“Who are you? Do I know your name? Why do I hunger for you?” Isolde asked, dreamily , softly. She licked her lips as if tasting the sweetness of mango and rum. Not knowing what came next, not caring. Only that she was with him. What more could she want?