CHAPTER 10

Blaze’s breasts strained upward, and he could see her ribs expand and contract with every breath. Once again, Fabien was hopelessly torn between admiring her skill, wanting to capture her perfection on paper, and needing to touch her so badly his groin was aching with it.

‘Start drawing, you moron. You know very well that is going to be like this all morning. The sooner this painful session is over, the sooner you can have your sanity back.’

Holding his pencil in a death grip, Fabien started to sketch. An hour later, he’d captured a dozen poses and sustained a hard-on for longer than he’d thought was humanly possible.

No matter what he told himself, or how many times he lost himself in the discipline of translating what his eye saw through his hand onto the page, his animal need, his carnal yearning for Blaze hummed constantly in the background.

By the time he put down his pencil and shut his sketch pad, Fabien was literally shaking w