He is better than that.

Randy's breaths came in harsh gasps. In part from the exertion of the struggle with Lady Marlton, who fought like a hellcat, but in part because of his struggle with his own inner demons. What a fool he had been to bring Lady Marlton here, if he couldn't find a way to put some distance between him and Miss Marlton's fire he'd never get a chance to clear his head.

“Enough Lady Marlton!” He grunted as he lifted his chest from the soft cushion of her chest. “I don't want to hurt you, but my patience is at an end.” Miss Marlton looked as flustered as he felt, her white bosom strained against her bodice with each breath, and there was a new expression in her eyes.

“Very well.” She agreed to his surprise. He felt the tension in Lady Charlotte's body suddenly relax under his torso. “You've made it clear that you are both stronger and faster than me. I will fight you no more, but you will have no pleasure from my listless body.” Two very different thoughts fought for his attention. Did she really think he intended to ravish her on this bed, what kind of animal did she think he was? And also, How could she think a man wouldn't find pleasure in coupling with a woman as beautiful as her, even if she was not actively responding to his demands.

The second of these thoughts almost overcame his honourable intentions. Not only was he absolutely sure that he'd find great pleasure between Miss Marlton's sweet thighs even if she was perfectly inert, but he doubted that a woman as responsive as she could keep her body from betraying her planned passivity. The challenge of making her scream in passion made his cock throb. He pulled away from the startled noblewoman. God that was too close!

“Good.” He told her without looking at her face, afraid that his already shaky resolve would falter. “Give me your ankle.”

Charlotte lifted her leg and extended her ankle demurely. It was an act of surrender; she knew it, but she no longer had the strength to resist, not this man and not her own wicked desires. By allowing this outlaw to chain her to his bed, she was in essence surrendering her maidenhead to him and possibly her heart as well. The very same excitement that she discovered stroking herself late at night in her bed was building in her loins as the handsome brigand tightened the chains that bound her to his bed.

Would he be gentle? She wondered, or brutal and demanding in his claiming of her tender flesh? When he finished shackling her ankle he stood over the bed gazing down at his prize - a victorious warrior of old, Charlotte closed her eyes no longer at all confident of her ability to maintain the promise of passive listlessness. She could hear his small movements by her side, no doubt taking off his woolen trousers and whatever undergarment an outlaw like him might wear.

She waited with growing impatience. The longer Black Brand was taking the more excited she became, she could feel the growing throbbing between her thighs and only by biting them could she control the tingling of her lips.