Islinda's sharp intake of breath indicated her shock as Aldric kissed her with a gentleness she never thought he was capable of. It elicited a moan from her mouth and he swallowed the sound, heat emanating from his body.
Islinda told herself that she had no choice but to do so. She was Aldric's prisoner and couldn't resist his advances. Wasn't that what prisoners of war do, please their masters to avoid being put to death? That she wasn't enjoying this and it was all for Aldric's sexual gratification. Alter ego or not, the both of them were the same.
Yet her body trembled under his touch, her pulse racing and her heart pounding in her chest. When Aldric easily parted her lips with his tongue, tasting and exploring her mouth, Islinda knew that she was a goner. She kissed him back with so much passionate zeal and just when she had decided to give in to the heat between them, Aldric pulled away.
