Page 95 of Lord of Fire and Ice

He peered from under his lashes. It wasn’t exactly a violation of his oath. He still hadn’t moved. Much.

As she bent over him, her gown hung slack, giving him a glimpse of her alabaster breasts. The soft hollow between them beckoned him into its soft shadow, but he’d promised to lie still. So his hands only ached to hold her while his cock throbbed.

“Why don’t you want me to move?” he asked, still keeping his eyes closed.

“We ever want what we can’t have.” A soft palm rested on his knee, and his thigh muscles tightened. “I tell you not to move, so you’ll want to all the more.”

The hand moved over his thigh, skimming lightly. He nearly groaned aloud when she skipped over his groin and splayed her fingers on his chest instead. She leaned down, licked one of his brown nipples, and then blew across it, setting all the wiry hairs whorled around it on end.

“Keep your eyes closed,” she cautioned.

“Why? I love to look at you.”

“If your eyes are blind, your other senses are stronger,” she explained, sliding her hand across his belly to circle his groin with maddening nearness.

Along with heightened awareness of her touch, Brandr wallowed in her unique scent, all cedar and fresh linen and woman. His Katla.

Her fingertips teased the small hairs on his scrotum. “Careful, Brandr. You’ll use up all the oil in the lamp if you don’t turn down the fire.”

His eyes popped open and, sure enough, the lamp was flaring so hot it was a wonder it didn’t erupt in an explosion of boiling oil. With effort, he ordered the flame down in his mind, and it obeyed.

“I need to keep my eyes open, unless you want that to happen again.”

“As you wish.” She unbraided her dark hair and shook it out till it fell like dark rain over her shoulders and down her back.

“I love your hair,” he said.

“I know,” she said with a feline smile.

She kneaded his balls, gently rolling his testes between her thumbs and forefingers. His cock arched upward in pleasurable agony.

“What else do you love?”

You. He couldn’t seem to make his mouth work, so he only thought it.

She laughed. “I love you too.”

Then she bent over him, and her hair cascaded around his cock, softer than selkie fur on his skin. Her warm breath streamed across him, curling around his aching loins.

Oh gods, is she going to…?

He fisted the linens, desperate to keep his promise not to move. Every muscle in his body went as hard as iron. Bound by his oath, he was helpless.

She ran the tip of her tongue along his length from base to swollen head. His eyes rolled back, rendering him passion-blind.

Take me in.

Then to his utter amazement, she did.

His whole world was suddenly warm and wet and velvety soft. She engulfed him, drenched him, rained kisses on him. She sucked. Her tongue massaged him.

Here’s a tongue-lashing I’ll never mind.

She giggled.

“What’s so funny?”

She tucked her hair behind her ear and licked him while she met his gaze. “Not a thing.”