"You're holding a sword," Leo observed crudely, his hot breath washing over her neck. "But your hands are shaking."
Katherine swallowed hard. She felt the massive, terrifying heat of his body pressing against her.
Leo didn't stop there. He dropped his left hand from the wall. He reached down and firmly grabbed her waist. He pulled her hips forcefully forward, pressing her flush against his rock-hard erection.
Katherine let out a sharp, choked moan. Her rapier clattered uselessly against the stone floor.
Leo's hand slid up her side. He brazenly grabbed her left breast through the thick wool of her travel dress. He squeezed the soft, heavy flesh with a firm, dominant grip, his thumb rubbing roughly over her hardening nipple.
"Your breathing is shallow," Leo whispered directly into her ear, completely ignoring her weak attempt to push his chest away. "Your thighs are clenched tight against my leg. You are absolutely soaking wet right now."
