As she arched beneath him, his body shook with the effort nae to take her now. A sword’s wrath! He’d but touched her and she’d come apart.
Thrilled by her sensitivity to his every touch, he lifted his gaze to hers. Colyne flicked his tongue against her taut bud.
Her eyes glazed with need.
He clenched his teeth.Keep it slow.He would, if it took every last ounce of his strength.
Sweat broke out on his brow as he again skimmed the cloth over the soft swells of her breasts. Then he caressed the soapy linen over her most sensitive place and whorls of downy hair became exposed beneath the glistening sheen.
Tempted, needing to taste her, he drew the tip of her silk-covered breast into his mouth and began to suckle.
Her head tilted back on a wanton sigh. “Colyne.”
On a maddening growl, he dropped the cloth and skimmed his hand up her thighs, her shivers at his touch offering their own sweet torture. “Open for me, Alesia.”
“I—”
He drew a steadying breath. “Trust me.” As her legs relaxed, he skimmed his hand over her dewy flesh in slow, smooth strokes, savoring the way her body responded at his every touch.
As her pulse raced, Colyne knelt before her, skimming kisses through the wet silk as he moved lower. He glanced up to find her eyes watching him, her breath unsteady, and his body went up in flames.
Swallowing hard, he pressed his brow against the flat of her stomach and regained control.
Barely.
Fingers trembling, he slid her shift up until she lay exposed to him, completely, totally.
His heart pounded against his chest at her pure perfection. “Now your bath, as promised.”
Confusion clouded her eyes. “But I—”
“Watch me,” he commanded softly.
His senses hummed as with sinful slowness he eased the moistened cloth to her thighs, enjoying her gasps of pleasure. Once he’d washed and rinsed her with gentle thoroughness, he set the cloth aside. “I am going to kiss you—” he cupped her, as if the most exquisite fare—“here.” Keeping his gaze on hers, Colyne leaned forward and slid his tongue along her slick folds.
Alesia’s gasp ended on a moan. She lay her head back.
Her taste intoxicating, he blew lightly across her swollen flesh, and then recaptured her nub and gently began to suckle.
Her legs began to tremble.
Pleased by her sensitivity, wanting her quaking against him, he used his fingers and tongue to drive her over the edge. As her body began to convulse, Alesia caught his shoulders. “Colyne!”
With her cries of release surrounding him, he drew her against him and absorbed her every quiver.
“I . . . This . . .” She shook her head. “I never knew . . .”
Her breathy words, her soft moans, tore at his fragile control. “ ’Tis you who are amazing.” Lifting her in his arms, Colyne claimed her mouth as he walked to the tub, drinking in her heady response. He lowered to one knee and then set her into the water. On a groan, he ran his hands along her entire length. “You are perfect,” he whispered. “Everything a man could desire and more.”
A sultry smile caressed her mouth. “You are beautiful as well.”
Colyne chuckled. “I am nae sure I am flattered by such a laud.”
“Handsome, then,” she said as she scanned him from head to toe; he hardened further beneath her gaze. “And breathtaking.”
“Am I now?” Pleased, he stood. With slow movements, he began stripping away his tunic and braies. She watched him as he removed each garment, her gaze becoming more daring, leaving him further aroused.
Naked before her, Colyne reveled in the boldness of her gaze roaming his muscled frame. As her eyes lowered past his hips, she paused. A frown creased her brow. “I—”
