Roland hooks the edge of her bra and pulls the cup off her breast. Nipple exposed, he ducks to catch it, suckling and worrying it between his lips. She is a fine woman, the sort the boys used to mock when they were in training. No hard life here on her body. But Roland knew that there had been much difficulty in her head. He thought she may even be mad, but that didn't stop him now. Not when he had her willing body, her grasping hands, and the scent of her sex burning hot in his brain.