You hear him breathing rapidly as he moves closer to your lips. Your eyes close involuntarily. You lose all control. You want to smell him, eat him, crawl inside his skin. Your lips touch and you're intoxicated by him. You feel his undeniable power and presence. His lips are feather light on yours, as if he wants to taste you first. Then he kisses you gently, like he's asking for permission. Suddenly, the truth hits you.
(He's betrothed!! What am I doing??)
"Stop!" He jumps back as if he was slapped through the face.
"Sire....forgive me but you're betrothed to Princess Catherine? We can't....we can't...."
"Lady Winters, it's me that should apologize. I shouldn't have done it. I was in the wrong here. Could you ever forgive me?" You look in his eyes. They're filled with passion and regret.
"Sire, why did you bring me here?" He turns around and starts to pace up and down, looking down on the floor.
