Henry's mouth found every square inch of her skin he could reach while still remaining within Gabriella's reach. She writhed under his attentions, moaning each time he took a dusky peaked nipple between his lips or let his stiffness rub against the thin lacy knickers he could feel growing wetter by the moment. He kissed his way back up to her ear, now letting his chest press against her tightly.
He frowned where Gabriella could not see. He'd had more than enough of wives for the time being, and reminiscing about them was the last thing he wanted. "How about something a little more daring?" Henry asked, his hand starting to skim along Gabriella's belly. "We could wrap you in one of those togas... you would be quite covered up," he assured Gabriella just as his fingers slid over the lace-covered mound between her thighs, "but naked beneath?"