Caius broke the kiss suddenly and turned her so she faced the wall. He pressed her against the door, his head against her neck as he kissed the back and sides of it. Rose could feel him pressed up against her as he slowly gathered up her skirt.
"Your Majesty," Rose moaned, as Caius caressed the sensitive spots around her neck with his lips.
He was relentless with his kisses—light kissing, sucking, and biting. Rose tried to hold back her moans, but she was doing a terrible job. Her hands lay flat against the door, and she wondered if he would take her here. Rose almost smacked herself at the thought, but everything was getting hot—it was impossible to act rationally.
He pressed against her, and she could feel how hard he was through his breeches. Rose clamped her hand over her mouth to keep from crying out. He only had his lips on her neck—why did she feel this way? It was useless to struggle, but it wasn't that she wanted to.
