As I walk through the last of the meadow her lips start a trail up my neck. The heat from her lips is such a pleasant surprise that my steps almost falter. I have to halt them fully when her teeth come in to play and I start thinking about them sinking into my neck. A groan leaves my neck as I tilt it to give her better access.

It almost feels as if her touch gives me strength. The fabric of my robe against my skin is rough and I crave the smoothness of hers pressed against mine. The thought of her hands gliding over the flesh of my...