No!
With an effort that was almost painful, she rolled off of Charlie. He stared at her, blinking in the sudden light, and she had to muffle a giggle, thinking of some nocturnal creature that had been dragged unwillingly into the sun.
She rolled over onto her back, her knees raised high, her thighs a welcoming cradle. She spread her legs for her lover. Grasping his hand, she drew him down to her.
“Together, Charles,” she said softly. “This time it will be together. Take me. Claim me. I am yours.” Her hand found his shaft and pulled at it until the head was poised at her gate. “Now!” she demanded.
Charlie's unworldly control finally broke. He sank his hands into her raven-black hair, kissing her hard and deep. Gone was the gentle, compassionate lover. In his place was a shining example
