“I’m not ignorant.”
“You were in a convent.”
“Not because of any great pious thoughts on my part. I was in a convent because I was being hidden away. But I wasn’t reading the catechism.”
“Were you reading manuals about sex?”
“No. In fact, I deliberately didn’t think about it. It’s why it took me some time to realize that I was attracted to you.”
“Is that so?”
“Well. That and you being my kidnapper.”
He chuckled. “I can see how that might be a barrier.”
“I told you. I felt like I had been given away. It made it so that my fantasies weren’t even mine. Because if I thought too much about sex, if I thought too much about any of that, then I would have to think about it with…him.”
“And of course you didn’t want that.”
“No. Of course I didn’t. So yes, I know about it. I know plenty, but I wouldn’t say that I’m…”
“I’ll teach you.”
He lowered his head and kissed her neck and she arched beneath him, grasping his shoulders.
He growled, and she gasped. He raised his head and looked at her. “Did I frighten you?”
She shook her head. “No. I… I like it.”
“I am not a civilized man. Perhaps if you had chosen differently, you would not get a man who growls.”
“If he doesn’t growl then I don’t want him.”
Then she kissed him, and he kissed her back, luxuriating in the feel of her soft mouth on his.
Then, the warrior in her came out. He could feel her nerves leaving her body, could feel all the resolute determination within her as she kissed him, his face, his neck.
As if she was the one mounting a seduction.
“Let me,” he said.
Even though he knew that she wouldn’t. Because she had to fight him; it was what made her feel alive. He knew that much.
One warrior recognized another.
He pulled away from her, stripped off his jacket and then unbuttoned his shirt. Then he cast both onto the floor, before getting off the bed momentarily to take off the rest of his clothes. Her eyes went around, her focus going immediately to his cock.
She bit her lip, her reaction much more so one of interest than of nerves.
She rose up on her knees, her dress pooled around her like a golden puddle, her hair falling forward. Divine. Pagan. All at once.
She leaned in, and pressed a kiss to his hip.
A short grunt rose up in the back of his throat.
“I told you—”
“And I told you that this was my choice. So let me have what I want.”
