“My knight.” Her eyes flicked between his gaze and his lips, and her breath came shallowly, before she leaned forward to kiss him lightly once again.
Isaac’s breath hitched, a comment rising on his lips before her mouth met his and he melted against her. Smiling, his eyes fluttered shut, one hand moved to tenderly twist a wayward lock of her hair around his fingers.
It seemed to be a long time later when she drew back slightly, but the shadows of the sun had barely moved. “Perhaps — perhaps we should take to the road. My lord.” Where before, when she gave him the title, it was a means to keeping distance between them, now the words had a more possessive, loving twist. A slight, soft smile curved her mouth.