She would take these memories with her when she was cast back down the dungeons; despite what they had told each other, what their bodies had shared, she was a captive and he was a lord. He was tall, broad-chested, with deep-set green eyes which were flecked handsomely with gold. Sex romantic She lay there, uncertain what to do, and then he rewarded her with a searing, distracting kiss which banished every thought or memory from her mind in an instant. Now that his chest was bare and exposed, she could see the tapestry of roughly hewn muscles, carved from sword fighting, training, and hard riding. He had a rich, rumbling voice, tinged with the accent known to those of the Northern Slopes. Bring your things to the door and I shall unlock your manacles. His mouth on her ear suddenly brought her sharply back to the present, and she realized that whatever he was doing against
