The candlelight danced softly and hypnotically on the walls as Morgana closed the final distance between them. Her fingers, which had barely touched the fabric of the robe, now tightened around the silk belt, pulling it with deliberate firmness, but without haste. The knot loosened with a soft whisper.
"You talk too much," she murmured, her voice a tone lower, laden with a promise that warmed the already hot air of the room. "And I've waited long enough."
Damon couldn't resist. He let the robe's flaps open, revealing skin still slightly flushed from the warm bath. Morgana's gaze swept over him, from his shoulders to his waist, and he saw the appreciation, the restrained hunger, glisten in her eyes the instant before she rose on tiptoe and stole his next word with a kiss.
