Chapter 271 Bianca: Regret

• Bianca came awake late in the morning, as the sunlight filled the inner recesses of the large, satin-shrouded tent. Dimpling, she raised her arms above her head and stretched languidly as she turned to look to the side, where she could see the glimpses of the desert sands which had been laid out, recreating the image of a real desert.
• All they needed was for a camel to stroll across, she thought with a giggle. As her body came awake, she winced and smiled secretly to herself. St Just had made love to her, at first gentle and romantic; after, at her urging, he had become more aggressive. Bianca had been hard-pressed to decide which facet of him she preferred. Even at the height of his passion, Finn St Just had been watching out for her pleasure, making sure that she was satisfied, giving her countless orgasms, revelling in her joy. She sighed and lay her head back on the pillow; God, but she loved him.
• After a while, when her stomach began to grumble, she opened her eyes and sat up, pulling the sheet with her to cover her nakedness. There was no sign of her lover.