This was bad and all a little too much. Fletcher couldn't help the small thoughts in the back of his mind telling him he needed to stop this. He really should. It was the right thing to do. But he really didn't want to. Such admissions and finally hearing her say she loved him had brought the evening to an entirely different height. He hadn't really expected it. He'd wanted to hear it, sure, b ut he'd never planned on pushing her to it. He could be a patient man. He had been a patient man. But all of this, well, it was almost too hard to deny.

The little whimpers and sighs, feeling her non corsetted body pushing up against him had quite the way of making his mind go blank. All thoughts of propriety were quick to vanish as she angled her head to allow him better access to her neck and jaw. He caught the faint scent of her person, a slight hint of floral along with whatever else was truly Eavan. It was intoxicating to say the least and he soon found himself positioning their bodies so that she could lie easily on her back without having to strain to meet his higher position. As a result, he was nearly on top of her though he made a point to not rest much weight on her. He was still something of a gentleman after all.

His kisses began to dip dangerously low down her throat and to her collarbone. It wasn't until he met fabric that he hesitated, a brief flicker of the idea needing to stop coming to the forefront of his mind. "We shouldn't be doing this," he all but whispered against her skin, feeling her own heavy breathing as well as his own as his lips continued to rest just above the swell of her breast. It would be a chance for them to make a decision. For them to continue down an exciting but reckless path, or to put a stop to it in one quick moment. He knew what his body wanted, and even his heart, but the war within his mind to respect her and her virtue was strong and real.

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