Gerald was about to use the last ounce of self-restraint to push Theodora away when she surprised him yet again by moving her lips against his.
Her hand on his chest fisted his jacket as she closed the small gap between them so that now their chests were pressed against each other.
All his self-control vanished as lust took over him. He would never have kissed Theodora if she was not the one offering herself to him.
Bertha's picture kept warning him again and again, but his body was dictated by the need and the passion that Theodora had burned.
And before he knew he was already kissing her back. Theodora's body shivered at his advances, igniting the excitement in her.
She had never kissed any man before. She had never even hugged any man before other than her father and Zerith.
