Chapter 8
“Now we plan our escape,” Richard said, pressing Katrina’s tiny body against his. It was the first time in weeks that the two of them were alone. “But first I need to make love to you.”
“What, now? It’s broad daylight and we should go out and prepare for our journey,” she protested.
He didn’t care. He’d suppressed his desire for weeks, and who knew when they’d be alone again, within the reach of a soft mattress in a dry place. He walked over to the door and locked it, before he returned to his woman, who’d given up protesting, because she’d missed making love as much as he had.
He slowly undressed her, more in love with her than ever before. “You don’t have to flee with me, you know that?” he murmured, caressing her soft skin. “This journey will be dangerous and we don’t know
