Montbryce Next Generation 03 - Dance Of Love - Plot & Excerpts
A maiden was coming to his chamber to put her hands on him and he had no idea what to do. Should he disrobe? Keep his boots on or take them off? Sit on the bed or in a chair? Let his rock hard shaft have its way, or control himself? He shook his head. Forcing Farah was not what he wanted, and he doubted she would surrender her innocence willingly. If she had survived life in a harem and the streets of Jerusalem intact, he would not be the one to steal her maidenhead. He lay down impatiently on his back, fisting his hands at his sides, wondering if he had time to see to his own needs before Farah arrived. A tap at the door had him cursing. He fell off the bed in his haste to compose his clothing. “Entrez!” The candle she carried illuminated Farah’s face as she peeked cautiously into the chamber. He had thought all angels had fair hair. She seemed relieved, perhaps because he was still clothed. He took the candle from her, snuffing it out. “There is enough light with the torches and the firelight,”
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