“Are you going to hurt me?” she asked.
“I don’t plan on it.” He pulled back and frowned at her. “Why would you think that?”
“Aelfa said it would hurt when you stick your...um... male piece into me.”
Sin arched a brow at her choice of words. He always had the oddest conversations with this woman. “I’ll try and take care not to hurt you then.”
She laughed at that. “So, you are going to stick your?—”
“Please, Callie, have mercy on me.”
Biting her lip so that he saw her little dimple, she slid her hands down his chest in innocent exploration of his body. Sin struggled to breathe as he fought the urge to take her wildly. He would have to be gentle with her. Careful. The last thing he ever wanted was to hurt this gentle lady.
“Such strength.” She fumbled with the laces of his tunic until she bared part of his chest to her eager eyes. She peeled the edges of the collar back to see as much of his body as the tunic would allow. Sin stood perfectly still, afraid to move lest it frighten her. He would let her get used to him first, then...then she would be his.
“I like the way your skin looks. Can I touch it?”
“Madame, you may touch anything on me you like.”
She smiled at that. “Really?”
He nodded.
Callie untucked his under tunic and ran her hand over the hard planes of his muscles. Oh the man felt good beneath her hands. She pulled his tunic off wanting to see more of him. She touched the scars along his ribs, then traced the one that lashed across his right nipple.
She frowned at all she saw. They were everywhere. So much pain. So much strength.
Suddenly, she wanted to see all of him. She dropped his tunic to the floor, then reached for the laces of his chausses.
Sin held his breath as her fingers flicked against his lower abdomen while she undid his chausses. As soon as she untied the tabs, the heavy chain mail breeches sank to the floor exposing him to her.
Callie swallowed at the sight of his swollen shaft nestled amongst the dark hairs. He was huge! Surely such a thing would cleave her in two. No wonder Aelfa had warned her of pain.
Still, she’d never seen anything like it before.
Quite curious, she moved her hand slowly to touch him. As soon as her fingers brushed his velvety tip, he hissed and his body jerked, arching toward her hand.
She pulled back. “Did I hurt you?”
“Nay, love,” he said raggedly. He took her hand into his and led it back to his shaft.
She shivered at the velvety, hard feel of him in her hand as she curled her fingers around him. She stared in awe of the pleasure on his face. Aye, she liked giving him pleasure. Liked the way he stared at her as if he wanted to devour her.
With his hand on hers, he showed her how to caress him. How to run her hand up and down his shaft, then down to the soft sac below. Callie bit her lip at the power it gave her over him. She loved the way he felt in her hand.
Emboldened by his pleased look, she ran her hand down to gently cup his sac. He growled and hissed, then took her face into his hands and kissed her deeply.
Callie moaned at the taste of him as she gently kneaded him in her hand. He ran his hands through her hair, then down her back to the laces of her gown. Her heart pounded in sweet expectation.
In a matter of heartbeats, her gown sank to the floor and they stood bare skin to bare skin. She trembled at the sensation of his hot body against hers.
On fire, she clung to him.
Sin pulled back only long enough to look at her. She was slender and pale in the candlelight. Her body lithe and graceful. Picking her up, he carried her to the bed.
Callie sighed as soon as she sank into the feather mattress. A sudden wave of dizziness assailed her and the room spun about crazily.
Suddenly, everything went black.
