*Henrietta*
God help me. Never in my life have I ever surrendered so swiftly, so absolutely, without remorse or regret, although I'm fairly certain both will visit me later. When I can think clearly.
At the moment, however, thought is beyond my capabilities. All I can do is feel. The sweep of his tongue across mine. The hunger, the yearning, the desire. The heat of his mouth as it consumes mine. This is no prelude to battle. It is a complete conquest.
I allowed it to happen because I desperately wanted it to. From the moment he tossed his shirt aside and provided me with a view of the expanse of his chest and bared shoulders, I wanted to touch, to stroke, to rub. Just as I did the night when I tended his wound.
I knew it was unwise to step into the ring, that my resistance to the lure
