He had to stop her.So he told himself.Over and over.Yet he might as well stop the sun from rising.
She pulled back then.For an instant, he thought she must have seen reason.Come to her senses where he had failed.When it came to temptation, she must be stronger than he was.
In that instant, he hoped he might be able to seize the reins of the runaway horse of desire.To stop both of them before they did something they’d regret.To stop things before they went too far.
But that instant passed.And in the next, she only made things worse.
Blushing at her own daring, she cast modesty aside.With frenetic fingers, she unpinned her arisaid and let it fall.Then she tugged the leine from off her shoulders until it perched atop her breasts.
Her glazed eyes compelled him to return the favor.To do for her what she had done for him.To finish what she’d started.
How could he refuse?
Her flesh was so soft.Warm.And willing.He longed to feast on her delicious skin.Almost as much as he longed to give her the gift of pleasure.
Still, he cared for Carenza.He loved her.If he gave in to his cravings, and she regretted it later, he wouldn’t be able to live with himself.
So he managed to grate out, “Och, lass, are you certain?”
She licked her lips and nodded.
Every inch of his body sizzled with need.Fire burned in his loins.His heart galloped like a steed.
With any other woman, he would have dived in with all the force of his lust.
But with Carenza, he wanted to temper his passions.To go slowly and cautiously.To take care with not only her body, but her heart.
So, trembling with restraint, he slipped his hand gently down the front of her leine, freeing her breast from the linen.
She shivered as he bared her.Her tiny rosebud nipple tightened.She sighed as he lowered his head, brushing her delicate skin with his hair.
He placed tender kisses along the top of her bosom.Warmed her flesh with gentle breaths.Then he closed his lips around her nipple and bathed it with his tongue.
Her soft moan of delight gave him almost as much pleasure as the sweet taste of her.She arched toward him in invitation, and he swirled his tongue over her flesh.She gasped, fiercely clasping his shoulders, like an eagle holding onto prey.When he’d sampled his fill, he dragged down the other side of her leine, exposing her virgin breast, and began again.
Still, she couldn’t be satisfied.Eventually, she craved even more.When he gave her breast a final kiss and moved his way back up to her mouth, she whimpered in complaint.
She pressed forward against him, searing his flesh with hers and driving him to new heights of torment.Her breasts cleaved to his chest like sun-warmed silk.And below, she surely could feel the pressure of his swollen cock low against her belly.
But despite her hunger, he knew there was no more he could give her.It was a risky game they played.They should go no further.
Carenza had likely never played at such sport before.Hew had.It was up to him to stop things.
Curling one of her hands in his own, he withdrew his lips from her mouth to bestow a kiss atop her knuckles.Then he firmly but gently nudged her away.
“Wait,” she whispered, her eyes dulling with disappointment.“Don’t go.”
“I have to.”It pained him to say the words.
“But I want to feel your arms around me,” she gushed.“To keep kissin’ ye for hours and hours.To lie with ye, heart to heart.”
Her words were like ambrosia.But it was a love potion he dared not drink.
“So do I,” he admitted.“But you and I, we’re bound by honor.I cannot stain yours.”
Then he released her hand to restore her leine, returning it to respectable order.
Carenza didn’t want him to be right.
