those?"
"First the courage of six lions."
"Tut. Is that all?" the soldier said. He opened his sack and withdrew the severed manes of six male lions. "I have killed six lions and thus I have the
courage of six lions." . . .
--from The Ice Princess
Coral felt awkward--foolish and uncertain. She'd never done this thing, never made love as Isaac cal ed it. A week ago she would have laughed scornful y
at the mere words.
Prostitutes did not deal in love.
But here, alone in this quiet room with Isaac, she was no longer a prostitute. She was a woman with a man she . . . cared . . . for deeply, and suddenly the
notion of making love didn't seem so very naive at al . Of course that didn't make her any more skil ed at it.
She kissed him, feeling the warmth of his lips, the rough slide of his tongue. Her skin was almost too sensitive, too aware. She tried to hide the trembling
of her hands by clenching them in his coat. And then he suddenly lifted her, prompting an undignified squeak from her throat. She looked up and saw Isaac
grin, his strong white teeth flashing, as he carried her to the bed.
"Yes," he said and for a moment she couldn't remember what he replied to. He laid her gently on her bed and stood back to take off his coat. "Yes, now we
can make love."
She wasn't sure what to do, so she simply lay and watched as he efficiently shucked his clothes. His upper body was tanned from the sun, his lower limbs
a shade lighter. He was tal and well-built with broad shoulders, long, powerful legs, and large feet. He looked like a man in his prime. A man aware and
sure of his own strength. He glanced at her and she was suddenly aware that she'd made no move to disrobe.
"Oh." She fumbled at the hooks to her bodice, her fingers thick and clumsy.
"Let me." Isaac was beside her, sitting on the edge of the bed. He glanced up at her, his black eyes glinting. "Do you mind? I've been dreaming about
this."
He'd dreamed of undressing her? Coral swal owed and let her hands fal away, feeling unaccountably shy. Isaac bent over her, his warm fingers working at
the hooks to her bodice. His breath this close was intimate and slow. She watched his face as he worked, studied the planes of his cheeks, the firm set to
his lips.
He glanced up and half smiled. "Lift up so I can pul this away."
"Of course," she whispered, helping him to divest herself of her gown. But he pushed her back gently when she would've unlaced her stays.
"My job, remember?"
She nodded, conscious of the rise and fal of her breasts beneath his hands. He opened her stays and pul ed them from underneath her and then she lay
in only her chemise, her breasts free underneath. For a moment he simply sat and stared at her and then he slowly stroked his big hands up to enclose
her breasts in his palms.
"You are so lovely," he rasped.
She closed her eyes. She'd heard these words countless times before from countless other men and yet they'd never meant anything before tonight. She
was beautiful to him and here, now, she was glad. She felt him brush gently at her nipples through the thin fabric of her chemise and then the sudden warm
heat of his mouth closing over one breast. She jerked a little at the touch and he immediately raised his head.
She looked at him in question.
He shook his head. "If there is anything you don't want to do, anything that makes you uneasy or feel sad, we don't have to do it. Just tel me." She
swal owed through the thickness in her throat. "No, it isn't that. Your touch pleases me. I was . . . surprised. That's al ."
"Ah." He looked at her a moment longer before he grinned, quick and hard. "Then let us see what else you might find surprisingly pleasing." He bent and
placed his mouth once again on her breast, pul ing strongly through the tissue of her chemise. Coral drew a shuddering breath at the exquisite sensation--
and at the almost overwhelming feeling of heartache. She laid her hand rather hesitantly on his head. She'd never
"First the courage of six lions."
"Tut. Is that all?" the soldier said. He opened his sack and withdrew the severed manes of six male lions. "I have killed six lions and thus I have the
courage of six lions." . . .
--from The Ice Princess
Coral felt awkward--foolish and uncertain. She'd never done this thing, never made love as Isaac cal ed it. A week ago she would have laughed scornful y
at the mere words.
Prostitutes did not deal in love.
But here, alone in this quiet room with Isaac, she was no longer a prostitute. She was a woman with a man she . . . cared . . . for deeply, and suddenly the
notion of making love didn't seem so very naive at al . Of course that didn't make her any more skil ed at it.
She kissed him, feeling the warmth of his lips, the rough slide of his tongue. Her skin was almost too sensitive, too aware. She tried to hide the trembling
of her hands by clenching them in his coat. And then he suddenly lifted her, prompting an undignified squeak from her throat. She looked up and saw Isaac
grin, his strong white teeth flashing, as he carried her to the bed.
"Yes," he said and for a moment she couldn't remember what he replied to. He laid her gently on her bed and stood back to take off his coat. "Yes, now we
can make love."
She wasn't sure what to do, so she simply lay and watched as he efficiently shucked his clothes. His upper body was tanned from the sun, his lower limbs
a shade lighter. He was tal and well-built with broad shoulders, long, powerful legs, and large feet. He looked like a man in his prime. A man aware and
sure of his own strength. He glanced at her and she was suddenly aware that she'd made no move to disrobe.
"Oh." She fumbled at the hooks to her bodice, her fingers thick and clumsy.
"Let me." Isaac was beside her, sitting on the edge of the bed. He glanced up at her, his black eyes glinting. "Do you mind? I've been dreaming about
this."
He'd dreamed of undressing her? Coral swal owed and let her hands fal away, feeling unaccountably shy. Isaac bent over her, his warm fingers working at
the hooks to her bodice. His breath this close was intimate and slow. She watched his face as he worked, studied the planes of his cheeks, the firm set to
his lips.
He glanced up and half smiled. "Lift up so I can pul this away."
"Of course," she whispered, helping him to divest herself of her gown. But he pushed her back gently when she would've unlaced her stays.
"My job, remember?"
She nodded, conscious of the rise and fal of her breasts beneath his hands. He opened her stays and pul ed them from underneath her and then she lay
in only her chemise, her breasts free underneath. For a moment he simply sat and stared at her and then he slowly stroked his big hands up to enclose
her breasts in his palms.
"You are so lovely," he rasped.
She closed her eyes. She'd heard these words countless times before from countless other men and yet they'd never meant anything before tonight. She
was beautiful to him and here, now, she was glad. She felt him brush gently at her nipples through the thin fabric of her chemise and then the sudden warm
heat of his mouth closing over one breast. She jerked a little at the touch and he immediately raised his head.
She looked at him in question.
He shook his head. "If there is anything you don't want to do, anything that makes you uneasy or feel sad, we don't have to do it. Just tel me." She
swal owed through the thickness in her throat. "No, it isn't that. Your touch pleases me. I was . . . surprised. That's al ."
"Ah." He looked at her a moment longer before he grinned, quick and hard. "Then let us see what else you might find surprisingly pleasing." He bent and
placed his mouth once again on her breast, pul ing strongly through the tissue of her chemise. Coral drew a shuddering breath at the exquisite sensation--
and at the almost overwhelming feeling of heartache. She laid her hand rather hesitantly on his head. She'd never
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