Ysmaine returned Gaston’s caress with growing enthusiasm, recalling well enough how alluring she found him and how their kiss in Jerusalem had fueled her desire. Her body responded as it had before, a most encouraging sign, and she relaxed ever so slightly.
Gaston swept her into his arms and deepened his kiss, holding her fast against his chest with one arm. His other hand speared through her hair, the feel of his hand at her nape most enticing. Ysmaine put her arms around his neck, showing him that his touch was welcome, then found herself abruptly on her back on the pallet.
She supposed he had warned her that it would be quick, although truly, she could have savored that kiss a little longer. Gaston’s dark hair fell over his brow as he smiled down at her, and clearly they did not share
