Drusilla's Downfall
Emily Hendrickson

Excerpt

ALONE AT LAST

Adrian took a step, as he had earlier. Only this time there was no one around to interrupt. Dru didn’t back away from him, and he took heart from her open expression. Her lips parted as though to speak. He silenced them the best way he knew how.

Her lips, when he touched them, were the softest of velvets, her skin put a rose petal to shame. The delicate scent of lavender haunted the very air around her. He gathered her close in his arms and to his delight she responded whole-heartedly.

Her hands inched up to rest on his shoulders and he was elated at their closeness. His hand learned the shape of her as she nestled against him. Such a delight was one that could be repeated and he doubted that he would ever tire of it—or her…