appeared ugly and threatening into something she not only appreciated but craved.
The odd smile on Maldie’s face made Balfour uncertain as he slowly returned to her arms, shuddering with pleasure as their flesh touched. “I am verra brown,” he murmured, sliding his hand up her rib cage and, almost reverently, moving it over her breasts.
“And I am verra thin,” she said, her breath quickening as his touch restored the warmth to her body.
“Lithe,” he whispered against her skin as he slowly encircled her breasts with kisses. “I but wondered why ye were smiling. It can make a mon uneasy when a woman smiles upon seeing him naked.”
She laughed softly, then realized that he had mistaken the reason for her smile, that he had thought her amused by his appearance. It was increasingly hard to think clearly when each touch of his lips caused her insides to tighten with need, but she said, “I wasbut amused by my response to seeing ye naked and rampant. I have always seen that engorged staff as a weapon, ugly and threatening, yet I found myself pleased at the sight of yours. Passion, I thought, not only clouds one’s thoughts, but one’s eyes.” He laughed softly against her skin and she could feel his relief, his joy at her approval.
“Pleased, eh?” He flicked his thumb over the hardened tip of her breast.
“Aye, pleased,” she replied, surprised that she could still speak coherently.
“Nay afraid?”
“Nay, not at all.”
“Losing your chastity willnae be painless, though I shall try to stir your passion high and hot enough to soften the blow.”
“I ken it will hurt, but I am already caught in too great a fever to care.” When he slowly drew her nipple deep into his mouth, teasing it with his tongue and gently suckling, she groaned and buried her fingers in his thick hair. “Aye, ’tis a verra great fever indeed.”
Maldie shifted restlessly beneath his caresses, trying to press her body against his and clucking with impatience when he skillfully evaded her. Each tug upon her breast increased her need to move against him, to wrap herself around him, but he kept moving out of her reach. A slight coolness touched her skin as he tugged off her braies, but the warmth swiftly returned as he stroked her thighs and covered her belly with kisses. She gasped and started to pull away, shock breaking through passion’s grip when he slid his hand up her inner thigh and caressed her intimately, but he held her steady until his touch stole away all resistance. Maldie opened to him, holding him tight as he returned his kisses to her breasts.
Soon she became so taut with a need she had no word for that she called out to him. In a heartbeat he was there, kissing her as he nudged her legs apart and eased his body down on top of hers. She shuddered, echoing his groan as she moved against him. Although she lacked the words to voice her need, her body knew exactly what it wanted.
As he slowly joined his body to hers, she could feel him watching her, but she kept her eyes shut. Maldie wanted nothing to distract her from all she was feeling, and she was sure that she would be captivated by the look in his dark eyes, so much so that she feared she might miss some small part of the experience. As his body united with hers she became acutely aware of all he was feeling. His passion, his need, and his taut anticipation matched and blended with hers, heightening them. There was a strong deep emotion inside of him as well, one she could feel within herself, but could not immediately recognize. Nor was she sure she could trust her judgment at the moment. Then he tore through her maidenhead and the quick, sharp pain pushed all thought from her mind. She heard herself cry out and Balfour grew very still.
Maldie waited a moment for him to do more than occasionally touch a kiss to her face, then cautiously opened her eyes. He was watching her intently. The taut lines of his face, the intensity of his dark gaze, and the
The odd smile on Maldie’s face made Balfour uncertain as he slowly returned to her arms, shuddering with pleasure as their flesh touched. “I am verra brown,” he murmured, sliding his hand up her rib cage and, almost reverently, moving it over her breasts.
“And I am verra thin,” she said, her breath quickening as his touch restored the warmth to her body.
“Lithe,” he whispered against her skin as he slowly encircled her breasts with kisses. “I but wondered why ye were smiling. It can make a mon uneasy when a woman smiles upon seeing him naked.”
She laughed softly, then realized that he had mistaken the reason for her smile, that he had thought her amused by his appearance. It was increasingly hard to think clearly when each touch of his lips caused her insides to tighten with need, but she said, “I wasbut amused by my response to seeing ye naked and rampant. I have always seen that engorged staff as a weapon, ugly and threatening, yet I found myself pleased at the sight of yours. Passion, I thought, not only clouds one’s thoughts, but one’s eyes.” He laughed softly against her skin and she could feel his relief, his joy at her approval.
“Pleased, eh?” He flicked his thumb over the hardened tip of her breast.
“Aye, pleased,” she replied, surprised that she could still speak coherently.
“Nay afraid?”
“Nay, not at all.”
“Losing your chastity willnae be painless, though I shall try to stir your passion high and hot enough to soften the blow.”
“I ken it will hurt, but I am already caught in too great a fever to care.” When he slowly drew her nipple deep into his mouth, teasing it with his tongue and gently suckling, she groaned and buried her fingers in his thick hair. “Aye, ’tis a verra great fever indeed.”
Maldie shifted restlessly beneath his caresses, trying to press her body against his and clucking with impatience when he skillfully evaded her. Each tug upon her breast increased her need to move against him, to wrap herself around him, but he kept moving out of her reach. A slight coolness touched her skin as he tugged off her braies, but the warmth swiftly returned as he stroked her thighs and covered her belly with kisses. She gasped and started to pull away, shock breaking through passion’s grip when he slid his hand up her inner thigh and caressed her intimately, but he held her steady until his touch stole away all resistance. Maldie opened to him, holding him tight as he returned his kisses to her breasts.
Soon she became so taut with a need she had no word for that she called out to him. In a heartbeat he was there, kissing her as he nudged her legs apart and eased his body down on top of hers. She shuddered, echoing his groan as she moved against him. Although she lacked the words to voice her need, her body knew exactly what it wanted.
As he slowly joined his body to hers, she could feel him watching her, but she kept her eyes shut. Maldie wanted nothing to distract her from all she was feeling, and she was sure that she would be captivated by the look in his dark eyes, so much so that she feared she might miss some small part of the experience. As his body united with hers she became acutely aware of all he was feeling. His passion, his need, and his taut anticipation matched and blended with hers, heightening them. There was a strong deep emotion inside of him as well, one she could feel within herself, but could not immediately recognize. Nor was she sure she could trust her judgment at the moment. Then he tore through her maidenhead and the quick, sharp pain pushed all thought from her mind. She heard herself cry out and Balfour grew very still.
Maldie waited a moment for him to do more than occasionally touch a kiss to her face, then cautiously opened her eyes. He was watching her intently. The taut lines of his face, the intensity of his dark gaze, and the
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