She stood silently at the doorway, one hand plucking nervously at the silvery gown the maids had selected for her. XXX He sat up and then tugged his tunic over his chest, flinging it carelessly to the floor. “Outfit time, dear,” said the younger maid softly. How long they lay there, panting and still clinging to each other, neither of them knew. She had no idea that one could feel so completely surrounded, encased in warmth, and the furs beneath her seemed too hot, too rough, compared to the easy, swift touches he gifts her with. Quickly now, you are wasting my time!”
Lord Tristian almost said something, but he bit his tongue. She had no idea that one could feel so completely surrounded, encased in warmth, and the furs beneath her seemed too hot, too rough, compared to the easy, swift touches he gifts her
