His warnings hadn’t been made with considerations for the old man, or even their King. They were meant for them, and maybe for the fact that he was worried for their relationship. It was already messed up, how would this make it better? But as always with Charles Brandon, the visit from his conscience was cut short when she reminded him of what she wanted. He abandoned his morality, and leaned down to kiss her again. He had intended to at least bare her breast, but the fact that she had freed him from his pants, made him forget his mission. Charles grabbed the hem of her skirt, and lifted it up over her hips. He paused what he was doing, to look at her long legs and bare skin, and loved the sight of her. But his own libido reminded him to continue what he was doing, so Charles leaned down and kissed the soft rounding of her cleavage. Charles pulled down her pantalettes, and while he engaged her in their furious kisses, he positioned himself and pushed into her. Maybe this was the result of her desperation, but he had tried to warn her and she insisted, so he would enjoy this while it lasted.