<span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua'"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#99ff99">Cameron was utterly shocked when she pushed him back -- and terrified that he'd hurt her -- right up until she straddled him.  His hands came up to stroke her sides, savoring her eagerness.<br/>
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He meant to protest -- he did.  She still had not seen a cleric, and this was playing with fire -- but as soon as she lowered herself onto him, he lost the ability to think rationally.  "Oh, my sweet," he whispered, fighting not to thrust up into her.  "Are you -- are you certain?  Of course you are -- you would not -- " he groaned then, his hips twitching.  "Take me as you wish, my love," he breathed.  "I am yours for the taking."  He reached up, sliding his hands along her torso, seeking her breasts.</span></span>