"Nay, lass," Erik replied softly, lips right at her ear. "Ways t'give pleasure without ruinin' ye." Much as the thoughts of burying himself deep inside her plagued him, usually in the still of night when sleep eluded him, he knew he was strong enough to keep from taking that last step. He'd been far from a monk in his nine and twenty years, and he'd learned much from the serving girls and widows he'd bedded. Mainly, how to bring pleasure to the lasses who pleasured him.