Islinda's eyes popped open in alarm, the realization of the situation sinking in as she desperately tried to break free from the kiss. Despite her silent plea for him to stop, either Aldric misread the signal or simply refused to heed it. In a panic, she pounded her fist against his chest, hoping to convey her urgency.
Instead of relenting, Aldric growled in response, his hand tightening around the soft curve of her breast. A suppressed cry escaped Islinda's lips as she felt a surge of pleasure shoot through her body, her resistance weakening and involuntary arching into him.
She was powerless to resist his touch, the overwhelming desire threatening to consume her entirely. The gods help her. But as Aldric's touch sent waves of pleasure coursing through her veins, Islinda couldn't help but wonder if she truly wanted the gods help at all.
