He could sense the lie behind her words. He chose to ignore it. Chose instead to focus all his attention on the way her hands felt against his face and the tug of desire that worked its way through him as he held her gaze. He gave into the full force of his need for her in the next moment, his hands working under the the barely there satin clinging to her body, fingers trailing harsh and gentle along the bare skin she hid from him as he laid her back on the bed.

Covering her in the next instant, he kept most of his weight on a forearm, allowing his free hand to roam under the satin as he captured her lips with his own a moan of need escaping him.

"You're free then," he whispered at length against the expanse of her throat. "Come away with me," he begged, his voice cracking with the need to have her say yes.