"I am going to make you mine," he growled. He was holding her in his arms and his hot breath burned her skin.
"No…we're not married yet."
This was her last line of defense. It was the one thing that marked her as different from all common women. She was simply too pure, but even that was starting to get more and more dubious as he wore her down, making her agree to just one more inch down towards her breasts, just one more inch towards her waist, and then it was her hips that were in danger.
Was he going to unbutton her dress?
Out here on the deck?
Sure, there weren't any onlookers, but it just didn't feel proper, although it felt more than right.
She gasped as he kissed her neck and slid his fingers into a seam of her dress that had bursted. She had thought that no one would notice that gap in the fabric. It wasn't immediately visible. Perhaps he had read her thoughts to figure out the shortest way to the skin of her hips.
