I stepped into a luxurious suite and made my way to the bedroom. I laid Asia down on a chase lounge, as I lit some candles. I turned back to her and I didn't like what I saw. Her face was pale and I touched her forehead to see if she had a fever. She was so cold it shocked me!
I felt for a pulse and at first I didn't find it. She was in deep hypothermia and her wet clothes weren't helping. I stripped my own off and then more or less ripped hers all off. I pulled the covers back on the bed and laid her on the bed. I got into the bed and pulled the covers up over both of us. I pulled her over on top of me, as chills racked through me at the contact of her ice cold skin with mine.
Generally, I was very warm-blooded by nature, but the cold rain had left me chilled and now having to contend with the ice block that she was, was its own form of torture. Shivering I wrapped my arms around her. Her wet hair was unbearably cold against my skin. I pulled another blanket close and worked at drying her hair and then mine. That done I rubbed away at her back, as I finally began to make some heat of my own again.
In an hour's time I was quite warm again and being tortured in an entirely different way. There was nothing like having a beautiful woman laying on top of you, skin to skin and having the urge to do something about it, but bound by not doing so by a sense of some guilt that I would be as bad as about the worst individual I could imagine, if I listened to my desire's commands to take advantage of her in her sickened state. I wasn't that far gone yet, at least I hoped not.
It was torture! This wasn't at all how I had imagined our first time together in bed would be. What do you know I still had something of an ethical code somewhere inside. I didn't eat people or take advantage of unconscious women. It was good to know that I had something redeeming about myself yet intact.
Her face was turned to me, as it lay on the curly black matte of my chest hair. She had warmed up considerably and she was breathing much stronger now. For someone with a slimmer build she certainly had full lips.
'Stop! Don't go there John!' I preached to myself, as my hands dug into the mattress and I stared up at the ceiling willing myself to not give in to the temptation presented by her.