He doesn't, he leaves

Winlay moaned as as his lips explored hers, her slender arms encicling his neck and pulling him close to her. Her earlier hesitation was gone, replaced by a hunger that Adam had not expected. Her soft mouth invited him to explore and the workshirt which barely covered her did nothing to hide her body, he could feel the stiffness of his erection return quicker than he could have imagined was possible. Once again his hand reached under the shirt, this time cupping her ass. Adam marvelled at the feel of her firm buttock as she moaned into his mouth and spread her legs even wider in response.

He could carry her her right now to the table on the far side of the room, she was so hot she wouldn't try to stop him again. But then what, Winlay was no whore that he could use once and then abandon without another thought. If he took her like this he would be committing himself to her, 'to love and protect' weren't those the words in the marriage ceremony? How could he even hope to do that in this current mess?

"No." Adam pushed himself away from her addictive curves. He could see the hurt and confusion on her face but he knew he had to stop now before he did anything else he'd regret. "I'm sorry, you are sweet and honest." Crews was she ever! "I took advantage of you." She shook her head at him denying the words with a shy smile and tried to slip into his arms again. Adam almost surrendered, he seized her slender shoulders and pushed her away from his embrace, but he was acutely aware of how good her body felt in his grip.

"Don't stop Adam." He could hear the need was gnawing at her, it was easily as strong as Adam's own desire.

"It's wrong, Winlay, if I stay here, I'll end up taking something precious from you." He could feel his cock jump eagerly as he tried not to imagine how good she'd feel impaled on his shaft. "I'd be no better than those Templars who lure novices to the roof and violate them there or even Beldan himself and his betrayal of the initiates who are placed in his care." He could see that he wasn't doing a good job explaining his reasons, but his mind was struggling to stay under control and the words were not comming easily.

"But I want this Adam! I need you." Her words almost broke his resolve. "No one is being ****, you can have me, anyway you like." In the heat of the boiler room both he and Winlay were dripping with sweat, her damp shirt was molded to her body. He could clearly see Winlay's round belly and thighs where the damp shirt clung to her shape, and the swell of her bosom under the binding strips that all initiates wore for modesty as much as for comfort.

"Don't." His voice was ragged. "Don't tempt me, Winlay." He tried one more time to explain why he couldn't take her in his arms like they both wanted so badly. "You are good and pure, I can only defile that goodness." Adam gently released her and stepped away. Thankfully she made no attempt to stop him as he picked up his discarded clothing and swordbelt and headed for the hallway where he could think.

He should check in with Mika and the Oracle, but at the moment he badly needed a cold shower to cool the fire that raced through him. Over the next few days he imagined Winlay and he were going to have to take several cold showers - the image of her with water flowing over her naked breasts smiling at him invitingly made his knees buckle. He had to reach for the wall to steady himself.

Would he ever see her smile like that at him or did she hate him now for how he used her? It was not too late to return to the boiler room and sweep her into his arms. He remained in the hallway torn between his duty to Mika and the Oracle and his desire for the young woman on the other side of the door. Crews he wanted her.