*Johnny*
Bloody hell. Never in my life have I been so tempted to break a vow. To shed my trousers, climb on top of her, and have my way with her. Completely. Absolutely.
She wouldn’t object. I'm rather certain of that because of the heat burning in her eyes, the raw hunger, the intrepid curiosity. But I promised her passion without penalty. No deflowering.
I'm not in the habit of taking what isn’t offered. She trusts me to hold true to my word… that faith is of more value than all the coins in my coffers.
With great care, I set her on the chaise longue, drop to one knee, and once again take her mouth.
For a novice, she is remarkably adept at exploring my chest, my shoulders, my arms, taking her long, slender fingers on a journey over the skin I have thus far bared to her.
When I lowe
