Hunter enfolded Loretta's hand in his and nudged his stallion into a walk, pulling her along with him toward his lodge. He had forgotten how small her hand felt, how fragile the network of bones, how soft her skin. His stomach tightened with delicious anticipation. No brave he knew had a woman such as this.
Hunter took Loretta’s hand in his, leading her gently on his stallion towards his lodge. He was reminded of the delicate nature of her hand, feeling its fragility and the softness of her skin. This sensation filled him with a mix of excitement and tenderness as he contemplated their connection.
As they moved together, Hunter realized that he had never encountered a woman like her among the brave he had known....
