He slowly untied the sash around her waist and peeled each half away achingly slowly. Like opening a Christmas present you've been<em>so</em>looking forward to.<br/><br/>There she lay, her innocent face framed by golden curls, leading the eyes down her lovely, swan-like neck. Her small, firm breasts standing erect in defiance of the cold night air. He leaned forward, allowing the thick bulge in his pants to press against her inner-thigh. He touched his hot lips to her oh-so-fragile throat. He could feel the pulse below. Her life, quickening in the heat of her dream. He slowly dragged his hot tongue along that paper-thin flesh. Like a cat hunting some frightened animal, Jamie left a hot, wet trail along her skin, following the pulse down to a point just above her left breast. When he had found the hardest beat, he wrapped his lips around it and began to suck - her nipple rubbing softly against his skin. He sucked gently at first, then harder, as though to draw up the blood through the skin itself. He unconsciously moved his hips in time with her heartbeat, rubbing himself against her. Harder and harder. Mmmm, she<em>was</em>a delicacy...