His strong hands moved to explore my back, a soft groan escaped my lips when the warmth of his palms seeped through the thin fabric of my nightwear. My fingers tightened their grip on his neck when he deepened the kiss. The room seemed to fade in the distance, the wild drumming of his heart and so my own was the only noise I could hear aside from our sharp intake of breath. The kiss lasted for almost an eternity and just when I hoped it would remain that way, it was over, leaving me reeling for more.
"I'm sorry Beatrix." He regretfully whispered, removing his mouth from my mouth. It took him an extraordinary amount of self-control to pull away. His palms framed my face and tilted it upward until my eyes were level to his own. "I'm sorry." He repeated.
Shocked to hear an apology, I said nothing. But when I was able to recover
