Her useless resistance and trembling was as enticing to him as the glimpse of her perfect skin being slowly revealed.<br/><br/>"This is just a dream," he reminded her as his hands moved lower and continued to slowly open her robes, "You will wake in your bed with nothing but the memory of my touch and my words come morning.  But until then, you are mine my dear."<br/><br/>His hands moved down to seek the softness of her bosom still not quite exposed, lightly trailing his nails over the tops of her breasts.