113 Haldir and Murtagh

Anastasia blushed because she was fully aware that last night he was naked beneath her and he still was. She was wearing his shirt. "I promise," she said softly. 

"Come to me," he said and tugged her towards him to embrace her. Not happy with that little contact, he pulled her up. Raking his fingers in her hair, he looked up at the ceiling. Her thighs rubbed his shaft and within no time his erection swelled. "It has its own mind," he made an excuse when she squirmed. 

A knock pounded on the door. 

"Come in!" he rumbled. Anastasia tried to get up but he pulled her in his lap as he propped up against the pillows. The blanket was dangerously low on his waist. 

"Gods! This is improper!" she said in a breathy voice. 

"Yes, I know, but I don't care." He said shamelessly and began to caress her hair.