Kier
Danger lurks in the most unexpected places.
In dark, shadowed corners...
In the woods...
On the lips of a servant.
Danger, I think, should be a blade to one's neck and an arrow to one's heart. It shouldn't be the soft caress of a woman's virgin and inexperienced lips.
My gut tightens and something cracks behind me. The table, I realize. I gripped too hard to stop myself from touching her; twine her hair around my fingers and be the first one to steal her innocence--not that there's anything left of it.
Her tongue brushes past my lips shyly and I part them without thinking, letting her in, and at the first stroke of her tongue against mine, my resolve cracks.
Why torture myself by staying away? If she so wishes to be in my bed, I shall grant her that.
Slowly, my fingers leave
