20 October, 1345.
The Walled City of Rothwell,
Capital of Myknos.
Lady Odeya Katarina Black
Odeya returned Nicolas' kisses with the same ferocity with which he kissed her, his soft lips igniting little fires within her body.
She hadn't realized how much she needed this,
needed him; his touch, his scent, his lips, his body, all the elements that made up this fine male specimen she currently had underneath her.
His hand caressed her hips and slid upward to cup one of her breasts causing her to arch her back on top of him, her too tight dress digging painfully into her ribs.
Reaching back to undo the ties that kept her captive in the ridiculous dress, she sank deeper onto Nicolas, her lady parts sheathing his bulge.
He groaned and moved his hips causing tingles of electricity to run through her and she jerked on top of him.
