Isolde couldn't shake off Mathias' words to her, even as Severin undressed Isolde on the bed while nibbling on her lips. Mathias had told Isolde to distract Severin and to catch him off guard, but could a man like Severin ever be caught off guard?
Even when touching Isolde, Severin never removed his clothes, always remaining fully dressed as he took his pleasure with her, his pistol and dagger still neatly tucked at his waist.
If Isolde tried to reach for the weapons, Severin would swiftly bat her hand away, twisting it until she was hurt, leaving her cursing herself for yet another failure.
Severin lifted his face, breaking the connection between their lips, and studied Isolde's swollen mouth—his doing.
