A strange wave of sensation moved through her as his hand began to trace a slow pattern along her thigh. Back and forth, his fingers trailed the same path—from her knee to her thigh.
His hand slid beneath her slip, massaging her thigh with rough hands, causing a wave of uncontrollable shocks to cease her as—
"Do not think of another man when you are with me." He finally broke the kiss, and Damaris drew in a sharp breath immediately he pulled away.
"But—" she began, ready to protest—but the look in his eyes, the feel of his hand upon her thigh promised a far more dangerous punishment were she to say the wrong words.
She exhaled softly, her hand rising to his face. "Alright…" she murmured. "I will do as my Lord Gardner has commanded."
A small smile touched his lips before he pressed a kiss to her head.
He settled beside her once more, pulling her deeper into his embrace.
