[ The moment she had discarded his shirt his gloved hand took sharp hold of her chin, stilling the pair just long enough for him to say while gazing at her: ]
I will hold you to it, my dear.
[ There was no mistaking the mischief in his eyes when he said this. Then, letting go of her chin, he stole her lips again with a soft murmur of her name. The touches of her fingers upon his skin were promises of what was to come and he was looking forward to just how much she had learned from last night. ]
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I will hold you to it, my dear.
[ There was no mistaking the mischief in his eyes when he said this. Then, letting go of her chin, he stole her lips again with a soft murmur of her name. The touches of her fingers upon his skin were promises of what was to come and he was looking forward to just how much she had learned from last night. ]