This was exactly why she had left. She was right there, on the verge, and if she had allowed herself to linger, to stay, then he would have had her under his thumb centuries ago.
Jane allowed a whimper to part her lips as he pulled away from her, straining against him to try to press her lips to his, the words alone of what he would make her feel enough to make her moan softly. "Simon has it." She didn't want to tell him, but she had to. It was as though she had no choice. Anything so that he would kiss her again.