“Yes?” Tynan asked.
“Well, anyway, it’s late. I’m going to get going.” Sol got up, and I could see the corners of his mouth were lifted.
“Good idea. We need to get up early tomorrow.” Frid fidgeted with her dress before pulling Victor toward the room.
“Why do we need to get up early?” he asked.
“I’ll tell you later,” she hissed.
Only a couple of minutes passed but we stayed in the living room all alone.
Slowly, I picked up the lamp and moved to the second bedroom, suddenly unsure what to do with my hands. While Tynan went to wash up, I changed into my nightgown and sat on the bed so incredibly nervous that every moment seemed like an eternity.
When at last Tynan joined me, I could see that his hair was damp and he had changed his clothes. Uncertain, he stood in the doorway.
“We can wait,” he said quietly.
“Do you . . . want to wait?” I asked.
“No. I have wanted you since the first time I saw you. Every time I saw you.”
I made a motion to get up.
“No, don’t move,” he whispered.
“Why?” I returned to the same spot.
“Don’t move.” Tynan slowly approached me and kneeled by my side.
His gaze was holding mine. I swallowed, watching his hand grazing my skin lazily, lifting the hem of my nightgown.
“Tynan?” I whispered, closing my eyes.
“Yes, princess.”
“You are . . .”
I could feel his hand on my knee, continuing up the inside of my thigh. A ragged breath escaped my lips and I tried to move away, but Tynan held me in place.
“Let me look at you,” he said and his hot mouth pressed against my skin.
“This is . . . you are. Oh, gods.”
“I want to taste you,” he whispered.
“What? No!” I protested, shaking my head.
Tynan searched my face and I could see the slight amusement in his dark eyes.
“Did you ever?”
“I did. I mean . . . not like this. Whatever you want to do. I . . . just . . . it’s . . .”
“Too much?” he offered.
“Yes,” I sighed.
“Alright.” He moved away, but I caught his sleeve.
