Illuminated within the candle’s golden glow, she stood before him wearing her chemise, a simple yet elegant shift. The dusky tips of her breasts jutted proudly against the creamy fabric, taut, beckoning.
Without hesitation, she moved into his embrace, warm and willing, and liquid heat slid through him to melt the last of his reserve. “God help me,” Colyne whispered as he claimed her mouth. He’d meant for the kiss to be gentle, but she pressed her sweet body against him, threaded her hands through his hair and dragged him closer. Their mouths entwined in a greedy kiss.
Hard.
Fast.
Desperate.
With his mind spinning from her taste, he took the kiss deeper, teasing, seducing, until she moaned from the onslaught of sensations.
Like a fantasy, she met his every demand.
His breath coming fast, his body screaming with need, Colyne slowed his pace and broke away, refusing to take her with such untamed intensity.
“What is wrong?” she asked, her eyes wide with questions, her lips swollen from his kisses.
“You have never been with a man. Your first time. Our first time,” he added, his words thick with emotion, “will nae be a fast coupling to sate our desire.” He stroked his finger along the soft curve of her neck.
Her eyes softened. “Our first time.” She laid her palm upon his cheek. “ ’Tis a blessing to share such a special moment with you.”
He dismissed the unease her words stirred. Tomorrow would come soon enough, as would the time to unravel the worries plaguing him.
She started to remove the chemise, but he stayed her fingers. “Nay.”
Alesia lowered her hands and gave him complete access.
Colyne stepped back to admire her beauty, to cherish her every curve, each tempting swell. “Do nae move.” Tremors rocked him as he tugged off his garb until he stood in his undershirt and braies. Catching his breath, he skimmed his fingers over the fabric of her chemise. “It feels like silk.”
Heat stole up her face.“Oui.”
He slid his fingers up her arms and then cupped the curve of her shoulders. “As long as ’twas nae a gift from a suitor.”
Alesia’s blush deepened and she shook her head.
He laughed. “I am but teasing you.”
“I know.” Her cheeks continued to flush in an inviting contrast.
With tenderness, Colyne brushed a kiss upon her mouth, pausing, savoring, before moving to the curve of her jaw.
On a quiet moan she arched her neck, and he gently took, her taste potent as he skimmed along the velvet length. “We shall learn many things together,” he murmured against the base of her throat where her pulse raced warm and inviting. “But first—” he drew away, pleased by the desire in her eyes—“I will help you bathe.”
She frowned. “I can—”
“Nay.” He cupped her face pressed a soft kiss upon her mouth. “I assure you, you have never experienced anything like this before. Do nae move.” Colyne retrieved the heather soap, along with a cloth. After soaking the linen with water from the tub, he returned. “Come here.”
Alesia walked toward him as if a nervous queen, regal, elegant, but with a freshness nae found in any royalty he’d ever beheld. A hand’s length away, she stopped, her gaze confused.
Heated images of what this night would bring singed his mind as Colyne lifted the dampened cloth and laid it upon her nipple.
She gasped, and a shiver swept her body. Warm, caressing drops rolled down the delicate silk, saturating the chemise until it clung to her magnificent curves.
With reverence, he skimmed the wet linen in provocative circles over the silk and kept his every movement slow to relish her sensual awakening. Like a fairy’s magic, wherever he drew the sodden cloth, her soft curves became visible beneath the translucent material.
Need seared him, and he grazed his teeth along her throat. Like honey, her taste sweetened his tongue, beckoned him to fulfill his every fantasy. On a moan, he caught her silk-covered nub between his teeth and nipped.
“Colyne!”
