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her ears as she attempted to get comfortable among the sheets.
She turned to the wall as she bathroom door slowly creaked open. The soft padding of his bare feet on the smooth stone was almost familiar now as he walked toward her. She could tell that he was trying to be calm, trying to force his breathing to slow, but he sounded as nervous as she was. The bed dipped slowly and she felt the sheets move aside as he joined her.
“Isabelle?” His soft voice, so close to her shoulder, startled her.
“Yes?” she squeaked.
There was a moment’s hesitation. “Will you look at me this time?”
Isabelle shut her eyes tightly as unbidden tears welled inside of them. He sounded hopeful, and yet still so scared. “I…I can’t. Not yet,” she whispered into the darkness.
She imagined the hurt in his eyes and pretended that she didn’t care.
“I understand. After this child is born and you can return to your own lands, will you hate me?”
“No,” she said without hesitation.
“I’m surprised,” he replied softly.
“Honestly, in a way, I am, too. But you don’t hurt me, you’re nice to me and last night you made it as painless for me as possible. I can’t hate you for that,” she said as she slowly turned toward him. His dark eyes flicked to hers for an instant before turning away again.
“Thank you. Please try to believe that this is strange for me, too,” he said as he lithely turned over onto his stomach and propped himself up on his elbows.
“I know it is.” Isabelle’s eyes caught the fine lines in his shoulders, barely noticeable in the dim light. Hesitantly she reached out to touch him, her fingertips just barely grazing the taut muscles of his upper arm. “They’re scars,” she whispered, half in pity and half in awe. Now that she could feel them, she knew that his upper arm was covered in a fine pattern of thin scar lines. Many seemed to be years old, but others, like the one her thumb gently caressed, looked red and angry and couldn’t have been more than a week or two old at most.
Faolan took her hand gently in his, keeping his eyes cautiously on hers just in case she decided to pull away from him. He brought her fingertips to his pale lips, at first blowing on them lightly before planting a soft kiss on the smooth tips. Isabelle quickly sucked in a breath through her teeth as a sudden and completely new wave of desire flared in her stomach. Startled, Faolan dropped her hand and turned away again.
“I’m ready now,” she whispered softly.
“Are you sure?” he asked after a moment’s hesitation.
Not trusting herself to speak, Isabelle nodded quickly and closed her eyes as she felt him move silently beside her. His fingertips, slightly calloused and warm, were gentle on her inner thighs as he moved her legs apart.
Isabelle tensed uncomfortably as she felt him pressing against her. His smell was all around. But it was sweeter than before, almost intoxicatingly so. She wondered when she had become so aware of someone’s scent. It had never been like this before. She tentatively touched his shoulder, her fingers lightly playing against his already tight muscles.
“Easy, Isabelle,” he whispered softly. He sounded like a groom trying to calm one of her brother’s feisty horses. The thought made her smile a little. “Try to relax. It may hurt less.”
She bit her lip and nodded. She turned her head to the side and closed her eyes tightly. Taking a deep breath, Faolan pressed his lips to her neck and slowly slid inside. Isabelle fought back the urge to cry out and instantly started blocking out the pain. But she was surprised that, even though she was still sore, there was very little pain like there had been the first time and the burning sensation was almost all gone. She lay quietly under him, letting him do as he wanted. She was ready for any pawing or manhandling he might do. She knew from listening to the other women that men were sometimes rougher than they had liked and
She turned to the wall as she bathroom door slowly creaked open. The soft padding of his bare feet on the smooth stone was almost familiar now as he walked toward her. She could tell that he was trying to be calm, trying to force his breathing to slow, but he sounded as nervous as she was. The bed dipped slowly and she felt the sheets move aside as he joined her.
“Isabelle?” His soft voice, so close to her shoulder, startled her.
“Yes?” she squeaked.
There was a moment’s hesitation. “Will you look at me this time?”
Isabelle shut her eyes tightly as unbidden tears welled inside of them. He sounded hopeful, and yet still so scared. “I…I can’t. Not yet,” she whispered into the darkness.
She imagined the hurt in his eyes and pretended that she didn’t care.
“I understand. After this child is born and you can return to your own lands, will you hate me?”
“No,” she said without hesitation.
“I’m surprised,” he replied softly.
“Honestly, in a way, I am, too. But you don’t hurt me, you’re nice to me and last night you made it as painless for me as possible. I can’t hate you for that,” she said as she slowly turned toward him. His dark eyes flicked to hers for an instant before turning away again.
“Thank you. Please try to believe that this is strange for me, too,” he said as he lithely turned over onto his stomach and propped himself up on his elbows.
“I know it is.” Isabelle’s eyes caught the fine lines in his shoulders, barely noticeable in the dim light. Hesitantly she reached out to touch him, her fingertips just barely grazing the taut muscles of his upper arm. “They’re scars,” she whispered, half in pity and half in awe. Now that she could feel them, she knew that his upper arm was covered in a fine pattern of thin scar lines. Many seemed to be years old, but others, like the one her thumb gently caressed, looked red and angry and couldn’t have been more than a week or two old at most.
Faolan took her hand gently in his, keeping his eyes cautiously on hers just in case she decided to pull away from him. He brought her fingertips to his pale lips, at first blowing on them lightly before planting a soft kiss on the smooth tips. Isabelle quickly sucked in a breath through her teeth as a sudden and completely new wave of desire flared in her stomach. Startled, Faolan dropped her hand and turned away again.
“I’m ready now,” she whispered softly.
“Are you sure?” he asked after a moment’s hesitation.
Not trusting herself to speak, Isabelle nodded quickly and closed her eyes as she felt him move silently beside her. His fingertips, slightly calloused and warm, were gentle on her inner thighs as he moved her legs apart.
Isabelle tensed uncomfortably as she felt him pressing against her. His smell was all around. But it was sweeter than before, almost intoxicatingly so. She wondered when she had become so aware of someone’s scent. It had never been like this before. She tentatively touched his shoulder, her fingers lightly playing against his already tight muscles.
“Easy, Isabelle,” he whispered softly. He sounded like a groom trying to calm one of her brother’s feisty horses. The thought made her smile a little. “Try to relax. It may hurt less.”
She bit her lip and nodded. She turned her head to the side and closed her eyes tightly. Taking a deep breath, Faolan pressed his lips to her neck and slowly slid inside. Isabelle fought back the urge to cry out and instantly started blocking out the pain. But she was surprised that, even though she was still sore, there was very little pain like there had been the first time and the burning sensation was almost all gone. She lay quietly under him, letting him do as he wanted. She was ready for any pawing or manhandling he might do. She knew from listening to the other women that men were sometimes rougher than they had liked and
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