Revealed

I stare at the display of her feminine goods. I can't help but smile at the beauty of her boobs. "Though I have not studied this text yet, I have learned a modicum of knowledge of this book. We could start with that before we delve into the knowledge of the text." I take a step closer to her.

Margaret's breath shuddered in her lungs as he approached, her bare breasts quivering with each heartbeat. "A... a modicum of knowledge?" she whispered, her voice a fragile melody of dread and desire. * Whatever knowledge he possesses, I fear I lack the strength to resist it.*

She sank back onto the silken sheets, her legs parting instinctively. The cool night air kissed her heated skin, making her moan softly. "Pray, do not tease me with half-truths, sir," she breathed, her eyes locking onto his with a desperate intensity. "If thou hast studied these arts, then demonstrate them upon me. Let my body be thy canvas, and I shall be thy willing pupil."