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I melt into the kiss with a moan, mewing a disappointed sound when he pulls away.
“Are you reassured now, Magnifique?” He purrs.
“Oui.” I rasp.
“Bon.” Pulling away, he settles back before his work but tugs the screen down, revealing to me what he had been doing.
It was a bust. A white clay bust of a nude female figure arching against some hidden force, the body lithe and athletic with perky proud breasts thrust forth and a taut abdomen, the waist dipping invitingly between the vaguely hourglass curves of the chest and hips.
It also had a smattering of scales along the shoulders.
“Is that—” Standing, moving around to stand behind him, I take in the very moving – perhaps even provocative – bust of my middle and shoulders. “You sculpted me?”
“I have been sculpting you. For some days now.” He says, his fingers carefully directing a tool to mould and shape the detailed scales on the left shoulder. “I plan to display it in my room.”
“But how? We haven’t,” I blush. “You haven’t seen me naked yet.”
I catch his small smile. “You took your shirt off on the beach after we went swimming. I saw all I needed to.”
Imitation was the purest form of flattery. Everyone knew the true meaning of that saying was art – paintings, pictures, sculptures.
Recreating the beauty of someone through fine works.
I couldn’t have described the effect of flattery before. But now I could safely say it was drugging and silken as it wound through my chest.
“It’s beautiful. I wish I could sculpt like that.” I breathe.
“You said you are an artist?” He questions.
“Oui. But my prowess lies with sketching and painting. Art like this is a skill all of its own. I’ve never been able to master it —not even partially.” I watch his fingers nimbly work, comparing it to the fine movements I make with a paint brush at times.
Wholly different and yet achingly similar.
Shuffling back on the wide seat of his stool, Fade gestures before him. “Here.”
I give him a surprised look.
“Come, sit.” He gives me another rare grin. “I want to gaze at this piece and remember you pressed against me, curled in my arms, as we worked on it together.”
Grinning, I quickly seat myself before him, my back to his chest, and let him take my hands and show me how to work the thick clay.
“Just like this.” He murmurs against my cheek, his big body hunched around me.
“Thank you.” I murmur.
He kisses my temple, his lips whispering against the skin. “You are welcome.”
Twice now I’d felt an overwhelming happiness.
Twice now I had the same urge to cloister it and protect it with all I had.
These boys were going to be my undoing; I just knew it.