Edward savoured the touch of Elizabeth's lips on his cheek, taking her glass without a word.  In the slight pause between tracks, his eyes fixed on her beautiful form as she sauntered towards the cage. The music re-started and he had to stop himself gawping like a naive teenager: Elizabeth was grinding and writhing with the cage pole, a vision of sensuality.  Edward was aware that the eyes of all the men, and many of the women, in the club were transfixed on her.  He watched her dress slide up, enjoying the site of her smooth, muscular thighs, dreaming of running his hands over them.<br/><br/>