The human woman settled down again and he relaxed. With a will of their own, his feet moved towards the bed. Stiff as a pole he leaned over to look down his straight nose at her. Time stood still as his breath caught in his throat.
Blonde, sun-streaked unruly curls framed an oval face and lay spread out on a fluffy pillow, begging to be touched. Her skin kissed by sunlight with full pink lips slightly parted. A button nose, almond-shaped eyes with long lashes and rosy cheeks completed the picture.
Angel? His thoughts could only sum up her appearance in one word. An image of someone he knew 200 years ago, popped into his mind’s eye. His chest tightened as painful memories haunted him. Should never have let you go, Sapphire! He shook his head and the past dissolved like snowflakes on a warm morning.
I get it now. He thought focused again. I would also protect my most prized possession. I am sorry I doubted you Joseph.
She shifted, the satin sheet slipped down her shoulder to reveal a lace nightie, its sole purpose, seducing a man. A deep, primitive possessiveness he didn’t want to dissect possessed him.
Look away! He scolded himself. Turn and leave before it is too late! Shifting, she moaned in her sleep. Desire scorched through his body. I... have... too... touch her.