Whether she was a temptress, a seductress, a siren or a witch, Ceara was impossible for Rafael to resist. He had not been able to keep from succumbing to temptation. Just one moment of her silken skin against his own, or one more chance to watch her gain her pleasure, one last taste of her kisses had been irresistible. He felt his fascination growing and knew their ways could not part quickly enough.
Even this time, the sight of Ceara’s release made him yearn to bury himself within her and be satisfied. He suspected, though, that once would not suffice. Better to hasten to Beaupoint and see her protected while he had some chance of treating her with the honor she deserved.
A man of honor would never put a lady’s chastity in such peril, but Rafael would not follow his father’s lead.
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