And did I make you feel like a tavern girl?’ he growled. ‘You did, my lady. She kissed him hungrily and willingly, tasting the lingering tang of herself on his lips, and pulled him closer, encouraging the warrior in for the kill. ****
He followed the guardswoman into the town’s seat of power, having to stoop a little through the timber frame of the door. ‘You did, my lady. Now the noble girl’s hand lingered on the warrior’s broad chest. He was close against her and, standing now, towered over her. ‘I desire that you forget I am the jarl’s daughter. He shook his head and smiled, and now it was his turn to kneel again. You may take your leave. He came close and stood over her, pushed her silken slip roughly up around her waist, revealing her supple and warm young flesh beneath.
