She smiled, her teeth gleaming in the moonlight coming through the window.  Even before he'd finished speaking, she'd rolled them over again, landing on top of him, her legs squeezing his hips beneath her own as she straddled him and pushed him onto the pillows.  She reached behind her and undid the metal hooks binding her into the bodice, adding it to the pile of clothing growing on the floor.  At some point, however, there would be nothing left to add to it.<br/><br/>The thin fabric of his underwear restraining his need seemed laughable, now that he had expressed his desires, so she removed that, as well as her skirt, pulling them both off quickly and climbing astride him again.  Now it is her turn to kiss from foot to forehead, which she does with a vengeance.  Erica pauses again at his neck, working her tongue over his earlobe and suckling the skin, making sure to leave a hickey only, and not to drink.  She's afraid that if she drank in the throes of her passion, her restraint would not stop her from doing permanent damage.<br/><br/>While her lips play at his throat, her hand plays between his legs, pulling at the heat and squeezing slightly, making it harder for him to disobey him as she speaks, "Alfred, listen to me carefully.  We need to leave...tonight.  If you're coming with me, you must never see anyone you know ever again.  No one.  Do you understand?"  She pulls and squeezes some more, her hand deft and strong.