Desire courses through Robert in a way that he's never known. Certainly there have been beautiful women in his life, but none of them compared to Aleja. Not in looks, nor in sheer strength of will which is a beauty all its own.

Each kiss brings out more of the lust that he's ignored all of his life. Every touch leaves him breathless and needful. Groaning as the kiss breaks, as she moves away.

For a moment there is a twinge of panic that she might leave then, found him lacking, but then her words are washing over him, all of it eclipsed by the sensation of her mouth on him. The sound he makes is tight, strangled, barely managing to not cry out loudly as his hands ball up in the fabric beneath him, pawing at the mattress as he squirms, fighting not to buck and writhe.