This time when they stopped, Faren held her and was talking quietly when his hands began to roam over her body. Samantha forced herself to relax and remember that Faren could be trusted. She continued to talk and to answer him, as if a man touching her was natural. Emboldened by her acceptance, Faren slid his hand up to cup her small breast which just fit his hand nicely. Her body responded to that touch with a nipple that rounded into a hard bud.<br/><br/>Samantha just leaned against Faren and allowed the sensations to flood through her. Her skin was on fire and her breath was quickening. His kisses were soft and sweet and soon trailed over her neck. They drifted further south and met his hand where they burned through the cloth that covered her.<br/><br/>“Faren,” she panted, wanting to beg for more when he abruptly stopped. “I think I’m not afraid of the marriage bed any longer.How soon can we speak to a priest? I do not want a large wedding. It is nothing I have ever dreamed of. I have dreamed of having my own husband and lying in his arms. I want you, Faren. I want to make a home with you and it can’t be soon enough.”<br/><br/>Shyly, she placed her hands on his broad chest and looked into his eyes. They were blazing with desire and something she couldn’t quite name but it made her heart beat faster.<br/><br/>“I have waited for you long enough,” she said, simply. “ I don’t care if we never have money. We will always have enough.”<br/>Faren shifted uncomfortably and Samantha glanced down to see him adjusting his clothing. Her face flamed brightly and she stammered,<br/><br/>“I’m sorry. I have been a temptress.” She was sincere with her apology for all she had ever known was condemnation, but Faren’s kiss silenced that.