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even if he did
seem to trust her.
     
    Thwarted with an easy escape,
Bianca desisted, staring in frustration at the gates while she caught her
breath, surveying her options.  She couldn’t open the gate, for she had no
tools to break the lock, and she couldn’t scale it with her dress on.  Then it
dawned on her--she could remove her gown and climb the gate in her shift, then
pull the dress through from the other side once she was over.
     
    It was a perfect plan.
     
    She pulled the lacing loose
at her back waist, but those at the top, between her shoulder blades, gave her
trouble.  After struggling for what seemed an eternity to reach one of the
short strands, she finally managed to pinch the end of one with her
fingertips.  Panting and sweating from exertion, she carefully pulled it,
fearing she’d lose her grip, and finally loosened the knot enough she could
pull the gown over her head.
     
    Bianca breathed a sigh of
relief to finally be free and laid the gown against the edge of the gate.  She
knotted the hem of her shift up high on her thighs to allow her legs easy
movement, then looked down to survey her disreputable state.  Should anyone
come along, she would be quite a sight, nearly naked with a scandalous expanse
of her leg showing.  There was no sense in worrying over such a ridiculous
fear, however.  No one would come to see her.
     
    Chuckling at her own
absurdity, Bianca edged the tip of one foot in a section of webbing and braced
herself.  She caught two handholds on the bars above her head and hoisted
herself off the ground.  She laughed, thinking she must look like some half
dead creature caught in a spider’s web.
     
    Bianca had just lifted her
left foot to the next section when a familiar voice sounded behind her,
shattering her plans.
     
    “Pray tell, my lady, what are
you doing?”
     
    * * * *
     
    It took every ounce of his
control not to strip his armor and take her there against the gate.  She had
not healed him, but neither was he the same as he had been.  She’d awakened a
primeval need inside him that grew with each passing hour, desire unleashed
with the force of a river slamming through floodgates.
     
    Her thighs were exposed to
his view, the flesh smooth, taut.  She had one leg hitched at a high angle on
the gate for her climb, and he could see the tempting curve of one cheek of her
buttocks.  His shaft ached with the need to touch her womanly flesh, feel the
hot, moist satin between her legs.
     
    He clenched his hands,
regaining control as she dropped to the ground and faced him.  He’d given her
her head, and she’d betrayed him.  He must remember she could not be trusted.
     
    She pulled uncomfortably at
the neckline of her shift, looking anywhere but directly into his eyes.  “I was
just--”
     
    “There is no need for
explanation, Bianca.”  He moved and righted the abandoned stool near the gate
and sat, feet spread apart and braced.  “Come here to me.”  He slowly removed
his gauntlets and let them drop to the ground as she watched.
     
    She eyed his bare hands
nervously.  “No,” she said and squared her shoulders, thrusting her breasts
forward unintentionally.  Her nipples were hard, the rosy flesh visible through
the near transparent shift, as was the dark thatch at the apex of her thighs.
     
    “Now,” he said, leaving no
room for argument.
     
    Reluctant, she dragged
herself to where he sat, stopping just out of reach.
     
    “Get down on your knees,
Bianca.”
     
    Seconds passed, and the air
grew pregnant with tension.  She clenched her hands into fists, wanting to deny
him, but finally complied.  She dropped down to the soft loam, her hands
digging into her shift as she viewed him warily.
     
    “Come forward and lie across
my lap.”  He watched her steadily, the emotions running across her
face---anxiety, expectancy.  He sensed the increase in her pulse, the rapid
beat of her heart and the quickening of her shallow breath.  “Do