The Warrior

“It is clear you are a maiden languishing for a man. Permit me to show you,” Ranulf murmured, his voice stroking Ariane’s senses like dark velvet. “Let us see if we can make your lovely body turn traitor.”

He cradled her against him with a gentleness that belied the dangerous determination in his eyes. Then, to her complete startlement and dismay, he bent and kissed her, his lips warm and incredibly soft. The shock sent a wave of heat streaking through Ariane, a shock so powerful it paralyzed her. It seemed she had waited nearly half her life for this, to know the taste of his kiss. Long moments later Ranulf drew back, but only to whisper against her lips, “Let me show you pleasure, Ariane. Let me please you as I would have you please me. . . .”