look he gave her was ageless and she realized she had never felt so
full of grace as she did when she saw herself reflected in his eyes.
“Forgive me,” he breathed as if he could no longer control
With a strong, swift motion, he wrapped his right arm around
her slender waist and pulled her up against the length of his body
as if he were trying to conform to her every curve.
Jasmine lost control the instant she came up against him. His
mouth covered hers with such a demanding force that she felt like
she was giving up her soul to his passion and she willingly poured
everything she had into his deep kiss.
His right hand found its way to the small of her back and with
one swift movement, he pressed her against his thigh and she felt
him pulse against her. She gasped at the ache that swelled deep
inside her, at the emptiness she never realized she had, that he
must fill or she would die.
“Wait,” he whispered in a tense voice, and she felt him pull away
both mentally and physically. The space between them was small,
but it felt like oceans of time that separated them.
“I cannot do this to you.” His eyes were closed and his jaw line
firm with resolution. “I will not dishonor you in this way.”