"That will be remedied," he promises her.<br/><br/>His gaze sweeps over the perfection of her body.  His hands follow, sliding down from her pert breasts to trace her ribs and sides.  His fingers stroke her hips, trailing down her thighs and then back up to brush the tender skin just beside her sex and to test the softness of the hair.  His own gaze and the tone of his voice reveal his desire for her, dark lust tainting both as he stokes the softness so close to her sex.<br/><br/>"You are exquisite.  As a queen should be."