บท 71: Chapter 71

It took only her soft smile and obvious enjoyment in what they shared for him, by some kind of miracle, to harden again. A sweet smile that he'd created. A smile built of trust, trust in him.

And that was when he knew. He loved her. Not that he'd tell her, of course. She'd probably hurt him. But he still loved her, prickly thorns and all.

The knowledge hardened his shaft further and lucky him, it was still sheathed inside her tight, wet body. Gods, she hid a wild passion in her that exceeded any man's expectation. A passion he wanted to taste again, yet he'd have to wait. As an innocent, her body wouldn't be used to the soreness caused by lovemaking. He'd have to do the gentlemanly thing and let her recover. Then, he'd take the time to explore her body again - this time in a more leisurely fashion instead of like a randy teenage boy who almost came in his britches.

Only she could drive him wild like that.