Hands as feeble shields as those made of paper slip between their bodies, as if she could delay or stop the inevitable exercise of Balthazar's will upon her.  She trembled in terror; for no innocent girl was she, that she did not know what the loosening of her robes foretold.  Though untouched, Aurora knew what it was he meant to do to her, and just how helpless she was to prevent it.  The silk fell away from skin of creamy softness, the hint of a bosom revealed inch by tantalizing inch of bare, delicious white flesh.<br/><br/>"Please don't hurt me," she whispered.  "I take back my wish.  Let me wake up in my bed. . .please. . .don't. . ."