Breathing heavily, Charles kissed her and murmured. "Sarah...Sarah, can I?
He fondled and caressed her body, whispered into her ear how much he desired her and how his body was stiffened in anticipation. He wanted her and kept thinking about how good it would feel to finally have her body. The last time, on their wedding night, he had tried to consummate their marriage but hadn't been successful. He still remembered the feeling and had gotten so enchanted by her that he was willing to give his life to her.
Maybe that was where the saying came from: Perish with the roses and die a romantic death. Charles had always been a skirt chaser, but he had never wanted a woman as badly as he wanted Sarah, he even kept dreaming every night about her.
