anew. “I have let you become chilled again. The furs of my bed are thick and warm; and that is where we both belong tonight.” He reached for the clasp on the gold brooch that held her gown at the shoulder, undid it deftly, then laid it aside with her other gold jewelry.
Celiese stood quietly as he undressed her, but she jabbed her fingernails into her palms until she was certain they were bleeding to keep herself from screaming hysterically. Standing nude before him Olgrethe would have been embarrassed, nervous because she did not know what to expect, but Celiese was anxious because she knew exactly what was going to happen. When the blond man bent to her feet his soft curls touched the inside of her thigh and she gasped sharply, shocked by the sensation that brightened her pale cheeks with a deep blush, and as he looked up she could only stare into his amber eyes, too surprised to speak, for the pleasure his presence brought her astonished her. After he had removed her suede slippers he did not rise but lifted his hand to her knee, then higher, and she had no desire to push him away. She stood trying simply to breathe calmly as the warmth of his touch flooded her cool skin with a delicious rush, leaving her whole body as flushed as her cheeks. He caressed the length of her thigh lightly, then let his fingertips trace the line of her leg to the tip of her toes before he again stood to face her, his smile a mischievous one.
“You are supposed to enjoy my touch, Olgrethe, and you need not be ashamed that you do,” Mylan offered sympathetically.
Celiese could not respond, for the beat of her heart roared like thunder in her ears, drowning out her efforts to compose a lucid response. She was captivated by the brightness of Mylan’s ready smile, enchanted by his eyes fiery brilliance, and she made no protest as he lifted her into his arms and carried her to his comfortable bed.
After casting off his own clothing swiftly, Mylan joined Celiese upon the soft furs, but when he pulled her into his arms the shyness of her hesitant kiss amused him once again. “How can any creature be so astonishingly beautiful, so sweet and bright, and yet so cold!” His lips brushed her flushed cheeks with light, playful kisses before he leaned back to look down at her, his golden glance caressing her delicate features softly.
“Co1d?”
Celiese could scarcely breathe with her husband so near, but his sly grin inspired her trust rather than feeding her fears. “Yes, the room is still a bit cold.”
Mylan chuckled at the innocence of her reply. “Olgrethe, when I kiss you, I expect you to kiss me, to accept my affection even if you cannot yet return it with any feeling for me. Until today I have had no desire to take a bride, but I find I want you most desperately now.”
“You are wrong, Mylan, for although we have known each other for no more than a few hours, I do have feelings for you and very tender ones.” That was part of her problem she knew, for she admired him greatly and did not want to trick him as cruelly as she had. As he leaned down to kiss her lips lightly she lifted her hands to his shoulders, caressing his warm skin slowly before she wound her fingers in his bright curls to pull his mouth down to hers. She opened her lips slightly, kissing him as he had kissed her that afternoon, her tongue teasing his playfully until at last he drew away.
“That is much better. Forgive me for teasing you when I promised to be a patient teacher.” Mylan could not recall ever being with so shy a young woman and reminded himself to be more considerate lest he frighten her needlessly. “Now, please kiss me again.” His mouth found hers warm and sweet beneath his own, her lips trembling only slightly this time, and he moved closer still, lengthening his kiss until he felt her acceptance along the entire length of her youthful body, for as she relaxed, the contours of her slender figure fit perfectly against his lean physique, as
Celiese stood quietly as he undressed her, but she jabbed her fingernails into her palms until she was certain they were bleeding to keep herself from screaming hysterically. Standing nude before him Olgrethe would have been embarrassed, nervous because she did not know what to expect, but Celiese was anxious because she knew exactly what was going to happen. When the blond man bent to her feet his soft curls touched the inside of her thigh and she gasped sharply, shocked by the sensation that brightened her pale cheeks with a deep blush, and as he looked up she could only stare into his amber eyes, too surprised to speak, for the pleasure his presence brought her astonished her. After he had removed her suede slippers he did not rise but lifted his hand to her knee, then higher, and she had no desire to push him away. She stood trying simply to breathe calmly as the warmth of his touch flooded her cool skin with a delicious rush, leaving her whole body as flushed as her cheeks. He caressed the length of her thigh lightly, then let his fingertips trace the line of her leg to the tip of her toes before he again stood to face her, his smile a mischievous one.
“You are supposed to enjoy my touch, Olgrethe, and you need not be ashamed that you do,” Mylan offered sympathetically.
Celiese could not respond, for the beat of her heart roared like thunder in her ears, drowning out her efforts to compose a lucid response. She was captivated by the brightness of Mylan’s ready smile, enchanted by his eyes fiery brilliance, and she made no protest as he lifted her into his arms and carried her to his comfortable bed.
After casting off his own clothing swiftly, Mylan joined Celiese upon the soft furs, but when he pulled her into his arms the shyness of her hesitant kiss amused him once again. “How can any creature be so astonishingly beautiful, so sweet and bright, and yet so cold!” His lips brushed her flushed cheeks with light, playful kisses before he leaned back to look down at her, his golden glance caressing her delicate features softly.
“Co1d?”
Celiese could scarcely breathe with her husband so near, but his sly grin inspired her trust rather than feeding her fears. “Yes, the room is still a bit cold.”
Mylan chuckled at the innocence of her reply. “Olgrethe, when I kiss you, I expect you to kiss me, to accept my affection even if you cannot yet return it with any feeling for me. Until today I have had no desire to take a bride, but I find I want you most desperately now.”
“You are wrong, Mylan, for although we have known each other for no more than a few hours, I do have feelings for you and very tender ones.” That was part of her problem she knew, for she admired him greatly and did not want to trick him as cruelly as she had. As he leaned down to kiss her lips lightly she lifted her hands to his shoulders, caressing his warm skin slowly before she wound her fingers in his bright curls to pull his mouth down to hers. She opened her lips slightly, kissing him as he had kissed her that afternoon, her tongue teasing his playfully until at last he drew away.
“That is much better. Forgive me for teasing you when I promised to be a patient teacher.” Mylan could not recall ever being with so shy a young woman and reminded himself to be more considerate lest he frighten her needlessly. “Now, please kiss me again.” His mouth found hers warm and sweet beneath his own, her lips trembling only slightly this time, and he moved closer still, lengthening his kiss until he felt her acceptance along the entire length of her youthful body, for as she relaxed, the contours of her slender figure fit perfectly against his lean physique, as
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