her, looking down at what she was doing, patient, waiting…
She pulled the léine up, exposing his flat, muscled belly and bit her lip. He lifted his arms so she could continue undressing him. She loved being the only woman in six years whom he allowed to touch him so intimately.
He had to finish undressing when she couldn’t reach his head.
She wanted to step back to revel in what she’d uncovered but she wanted to touch him even more.
Lightheaded with power, she moved her fingertips lightly over his belly, dancing over the hills and valleys that fashioned him.
He groaned at her silken touch as she rubbed her palms over his chest that was dusted in swirls of dark gold. His shoulders were wide and carved from stone. She leaned in and kissed one of his arms, thick with sinew, able to protect and comfort. She wasn’t afraid of him. Elysande and Adela had told her what happens on a lass’ wedding night. Her new cousins were correct to tell her that after a few passionate kisses, she would not care about any pain. She wanted him to know she wasn’t afraid.
She leaned up on her tiptoes and hooked her hands on his shoulders. “Kiss me, Husband.”
His broad hands circled her waist as he bent his mouth to hers.
Contact with his lush, hungry mouth made her nerve endings feel raw. The sensual path of his hands—one up her spine, and one below, and moving even lower made her blood boil. He pulled her body against every inch of his. He was hard and tight everywhere.
He slipped his hand between them and unhooked his belt, for which Silene was thankful since his many weapons were digging into her.
With that out of way, Silene could feel his passion without any interference. She almost broke their kiss at the fear of the beast between his thighs, but she would not succumb to fear.
He didn’t let her go. Instead, he bent over her when she arched her back and kissed her until she broke away to pant with need of him.
She blushed, but she didn’t care about being shy when he dipped his face to the breasts her arching back offered. He cupped one in his hand and lowered his mouth to the other, sucking through her thin chemise.
Her nipples were so hard and tight, they almost pained her. His scintillating tongue and teeth eased the pain but also made her ache below her belly, between her legs.
He moaned and fell on his back on the bed with his legs hanging over the side. He laughed, taking her with him to land atop him.
He took her mouth again, molding his lips to hers, playing with her tongue, firing her blood.
He used one foot to release the other from its boot, then did the same with the other foot. His movement beneath her caused him to rub against her crux and shook her world on its axis.
She’d never felt anything like it…there. He was steel against her, about to break through his hose and impale her.
Instinctively, she wanted to straddle him, and he wanted it, too.
Freeing her breasts, he pulled her chemise up over her bare thighs, the alluring curve of her bottom, up over her breasts. He pulled the chemise close over her head and released it at her nape, locking her arms behind her.
He was now the one in control.
For an instant, she was overly aware of her body and the fact that she was naked before him. But when he tangled her wrists behind her neck and arched her backward, she had no time to consider if her breasts were too small before they were in his mouth.
She cried out at the thrill of it and was glad they weren’t in the house. She trusted him not to hurt her, but he never promised not to make her go mad with need. She threw one leg over his hip and then the other. Her hot flesh caressed him and made him groan like a bear in pain.
With her arms behind her back, she had no way to hold herself up. He did it for her with his free hand laid gently at the valley between her breasts. He kept her steady while he worshipped each breast in turn. She felt herself growing wetter and more ready to receive him.
When he yanked his hose free, she gasped at the feel of his heavy erection beneath her. He was long and thick, for she tested his