Crimson Vision: The Sins of the Flesh

“Mmm, you work too hard, beautiful, you know that?” the handsome young man murmurs as he kneads his fingers over Esther’s slender shoulders. Esther cants her head to the side, letting her long hair brush over his hands as he lets his fingers wander over her shoulders and neck.

“Well, I’m not working now, am I?” she then asks with that honey-and-cream voice.

“I’m not entirely sure you aren’t,” comes the throaty chuckle from the man behind her, his aftershave deep and woodsy in her nostrils as he leans down to place a kiss on her exposed neck.

“I’ve already told you, Cherie. You are pleasure, not business,” Esther purrs again, reaching behind her to tangle her fingers in his hair. Drawing him around to face her, Esther’s wine-dark mouth meets Remy’s, drawing a deep groan of pleasure from his chest. The kiss deepens and lasts for a long minute before Esther stands and draws him towards the king-sized bed.

Phineas had been right: Esther’s flesh would not wait, would not be denied.

Remy’s blood trickles bright and hot, heady with lust and desire, into Esther’s mouth as he gasps and groans through his climax and the deliciousness of the Kiss.

Her reddened lips move with a prayer, though not to the God one would expect as Esther curves her body to fit along Remy’s, that little pink tongue licking his neck clean as he drifts off into a sleep full of dreams of that absolutely divine body that writhing atop his.

“Holy Rose, fully of grace…”