From WIP "Bride Price"
Erick awoke early the next morning to find the Lady Deianira had turned in her sleep and was now facing him, with her head tucked into the crook of his shoulder. She also had a hand pressed against his chest. Apparently, her body had betrayed her and it taken warmth where it could. His right arm was still securely around her waist. It had felt good to have her soft body nestled against his and it'd taken all of his self-control throughout the night to keep his hands off the rest of her. He could feel her light breaths on his neck, and it was a rousing him significantly.
He shifted a little to accommodate himself, trying to move her hip from where it was leaning into a particular area of his anatomy. His movement disrupted her and he felt her start to awaken. Her fingers slid up his chest across the woolen shirt he was wearing, her breathing stopped abruptly and her hand froze in place. Knowing she was quite awake, he waited to see what her reaction would be to finding herself in such an intimate position. Playing with her a little, he feigned a stretch and pulled her even tighter against his own body. He felt her body go limp in an attempt to keep from awakening him. She was securely trapped; one arm pressed between herself and his chest and the other arm underneath her, her head was tucked firmly against his neck where he could feel her sporadic and now sharp breaths.
"Please let me go," a soft trembling voice pleaded. Did she know he was awake? Or was she just trying it? "Please, let me go." The voice was firmer now, but still soft
“What are you going to do if I say no?" He rolled onto his back carrying her along with him until she was lying on top of his chest. His right arm held her lower body and his left arm held tight around her shoulders. She held her head up for a moment to look him in the eye and then laid it down gently on his chest. Her eyes were so soft in that moment, so scared, and so defeated. Suddenly he felt horribly guilty. Why had she given up so easily? He didn’t feel like teasing her at all anymore. Erick was confused by his feelings for the woman lying on top of his body. He had been attracted to her spirit, to her attitude, to the she-wolf inside her. Where was the woman she had been yesterday? Why was her defeated attitude affecting him so?
He slowly let his arms loosen and he assisted her as she climbed off of him. She stood over him looking down at him in puzzlement. Erick saw some of her spirit coming back into her face. By Thor, she was beautiful. Her hair hung down around her shoulders to her slender waist. Its rich burgundy tresses seemed to glow in the morning light that was pouring in through the window opening on the far wall. Her gray eyes opened a little wider when he shifted positions and folded his arms under his head. The light also acted to make her thin shift appear almost translucent. He could see every outline of her lithe form, from her curving thighs, to the rosy peaks of her generously upturned breasts. He groaned as he hardened almost instantly. She was not getting off as easily as she thought.