Islinda gasped in a breath as her eyes snapped open. She recognized that she was in an unfamiliar room, feeling the strangest of soreness between her legs, ideas beginning to form in her head, and was close to screaming in terror only to recollect the event of the night.
The gods help her, what has she done?
She jolted upright, looking around as her gaze fell on the sleeping Aldric, and cupped her mouth from the shock. Aldric touched her down there and she let him - and totally enjoyed it. Islinda did not know whether to be repulsed by her body which craved him or her weak mind which gave in to the desire.
She should have said no. Islinda knew Aldric would never rape her. He could only suggest, tempt and attempt to persuade her, but never coerce her. Well, he didn't need to, she gave in to him on the first try.
