She'd made a grab for the garment, as the hooks gave way, the small box of chocolates tumbling from her grasp as her hand caught the fabric. But then Guy's hand was on her once again, teasing far more effectively than he had before, and pulling her closer, trapping her hand, as well as his, between them.
He would not be denied, it seemed, though a distant part of Marian wondered if she would truly mind. This experience was proving very unlike the tales she'd heard around the castle. Tales of a man having his way with a girl without care of her comfort or passion. Trousers pulled down and then asleep on top of her a few brief seconds later.
To be fair, she thought Guy would have more care for her than all that, but she hadn't pictured him knowing, so effectively, how to bend her own body's urges with a few effective strokes of his hand.
She had to be the one to break the kiss, if only to try and catch the breath that he'd stolen so neatly from her. Panting, almost like a cat in heat, Marian gazed up at Guy, eyes heavy-lidded with lust. "Guy..." She wasn't pulling back any farther.