Aly thought she was already a woman. Isn’t that what the women of the town said? And Garath had confirmed, as the women talked about how he should marry her off, to be a burden on some other man. But what Kadyle was doing to her was not part of any of those conversations.<br/><br/>His praise, small though it was, filled her with warmth that joined the already growing heat of his ministrations. He spoke of fear, but what he said didn’t make sense to her and was quickly overtaken with his expert touches on that sensitive place once more. She moaned loudly as a second finger joined his first, the fuller feeling and stretching of her muscles against the invasion serving to increase the tightness in her belly.<br/><br/>Kadyle’s tongue against the smooth curve of her earlobe caused a thrill to shoot through her, leaving her trembling. He seemed to know exactly what he was doing to her, as he went on to describe exactly what she was beginning to feel. Something was building in her, begging for a release.<br/><br/>She wanted to look away, to close herself off from the vision of his hand, of what he was doing to her, but she couldn’t concentrate enough to do so. And wouldn’t he know? How would he know? But his efforts were growing more insistent and she could no longer hold back the sounds of response to those efforts.<br/><br/>The squeeze of her breast prompted another moan, another thrill through her body that she was hard pressed to keep under some semblance of control. His press against her backside reminded her who was in control of this situation. She relaxed into him without a thought, even as her body began to tense against her will.<i>Coming undone</i>, the phrase stuck in her mind. She felt like she would somehow unravel if she let go, that whatever wave he spoke of would pull her under. Yet, even this seemed beyond her control as the young lord gave her no relief, no pause from his deft treatment of her womanhood.<br/><br/>A wave of the delight he spoke of washed over her, as the muscles throughout her body tensed. A cry tore from her as another wave brought lighting thrills over every part of her, even to the tips of her fingers, which dug into the back of her neck, and her toes, which once more curled against the hardwood floor. His name fell from her lips, a thanks, a plea, an ecstasy that seemed to go on forever.