~Fantasy Lover Part 12~ Hesitantly, she reached out and placed a hand on his arm. She was amazed when his arm didn't evaporate, proving all this was just a drunken hallucination. Stunned, Grace could do nothing but stare. Michael arched a puzzled brow. Never before had a woman ran away from him. Nor discarded him after she'd spoken the summon's chant. All the others had waited in expectation for his incarnation, then fallen instantly into his arms, demanding he pleasure them. But not this one.... She was different. His lips itched to smile as he swept his gaze over her. Her thick, curly hair hair fell to the middle of her back, and her light gray eyes looked like the sea just before a storm. Gray eyes flecked with tiny bits of silver and green that shone with intelligence and warmth. Her smooth skin, was covered with light brown freckles. She was every bit as adorable as her smooth, accented voice. Not that it would have mattered. Regardless of her looks, he existed only to serve her sexually. To lose himself in the savoring of her body with his, and he fully intended to do just that.
