Andria's POV
He suddenly stopped kissing me, our breaths heaving and uneven. He stared at me as if he wasn't sure what he was doing was the right thing.
This was the first time Sir Kaelric looked unsure and somewhat vulnerable.
He studied me for a while, and then said, "If we continue like this, I wouldn't stop, and for fuck's sake, I don't want to stop. Aria, I want you so badly. I want to take you now."
His words did a number on me, and I was almost cuming undone, but my mind was whispering, "This was wrong, at least not in his office."
His kiss me again, slow at first, just like he did before, then he became more aggressive than he was before, like he wanted to drown me in him, like he owned my lips.
My breath vanished in the fire of it, and I felt my lips would peel from the desire I felt from this kiss.. The feel of his mouth moving against mine pulled a sound from me I didn't even recognize, I was moaning, or maybe something between a gasp and a moan.
