clothes in public stupefied her. How could anyone enjoy disclosing his private parts, and parading like a stallion? She figured the possibility that he knew he looked magnificent must help. As though her pondering reached him, his cock hardened.
“See? This is how you trouble me.”
A resurgence of heat invaded her whole forehead. Palms damp, stomach constricted, she had to make a conscious effort to tear her gaze away from his swelling member. Looking at his face didn’t turn out to be the best solution either because his smirk immobilised her.
“Given that half of your time is devoted to blushing, your days must be very boring indeed. Now I understand why your nights are more active.”
The desire to force his words back down his throat overwhelmed her. He was having so much fun at her expense! To top her extreme discomfort, he made no attempt to hide his blatant enjoyment.
“What do you say we bathe together? I promise you can handle my dick to your heart’s content.”
This side of him wasn’t mentioned in his heroic tales. She had listened to them time and time again, but they only told of honour, courage, and fierce battles. Never of abashing girls with raised shafts.
“If you’ll excuse me, my lord, I must go down to the stables. I don’t like leaving my saddlebags unattended for the whole night.”
The urge to escape his will almost clouded her judgement. Not quite, though, as she perceived the panic inside her to be born of her own desire. Whereas she feared he might get angry with her, he only smiled.
“By all means, run away. I shall make excellent use of this wonderful hot water anyway.”
Relieved, for the time being, she flew down the hall, dashed outside, scampered across the street to the stables and threw her arms around her horse’s neck. She hugged the animal for a while, murmuring soft words of appeasement, pressing her cheek against his hair.
The violent tide inside her ebbed. Her chaotic pulse slowed down to a regular beat as the palpitations between her thighs dwindled. The Lord of the Clans roused powerful passions in her but, whatever her state of mind, she mustn’t lose sight of the course of her life and of Kelton.
When her frayed nerves allowed her to think clearly, she unbuckled her saddlebags and carried them back to the room. She lingered in the hallway. Would he be decent, or had he decided to have a little more fun with her? There was only one way to be certain.
She closed the door and dropped the saddlebags next to his before glancing around. The tub stood empty. She exhaled a deep breath when she saw her worst fears wouldn’t come true.
Although he hadn’t put his garments back on, he had wrapped a cloth around his waist and sat on a chair in front of the fireplace.
The tip of his sword rested on a floorboard. Holding the weapon by the hilt, he worked on the length of the blade with a sharpening stone. She watched the heavy muscles of his back swell in and out with every stroke, until he broke the captivating spell.
“Do you feel better?”
“I’m fine, thank you.”
“Good. You can use the tub if you wish.”
She wished. She’d have liked nothing better than to immerse her tired body in the enticing hot water and dispel the soreness of her hard afternoon’s ride, but not with him watching. Although he faced the fire and the tub lay at his back, it would be so easy for him to take a peek behind him.
“I won’t look, I swear. Don’t be a fool.”
In other words, he was telling her to quit acting like a frightened, rosy maiden and enjoy the bath while she could. The road to Frahern would last several days and they might not find comfortable taverns every night. In truth, she’d be stupid to pass on this opportunity.
Without taking her eyes off him, she unstrapped her double sling, undressed quickly, and stepped over the rim. He never glanced back, but kept on cleaning his sword with concentration. Hot water encased her body. A wonderful sensation of
“See? This is how you trouble me.”
A resurgence of heat invaded her whole forehead. Palms damp, stomach constricted, she had to make a conscious effort to tear her gaze away from his swelling member. Looking at his face didn’t turn out to be the best solution either because his smirk immobilised her.
“Given that half of your time is devoted to blushing, your days must be very boring indeed. Now I understand why your nights are more active.”
The desire to force his words back down his throat overwhelmed her. He was having so much fun at her expense! To top her extreme discomfort, he made no attempt to hide his blatant enjoyment.
“What do you say we bathe together? I promise you can handle my dick to your heart’s content.”
This side of him wasn’t mentioned in his heroic tales. She had listened to them time and time again, but they only told of honour, courage, and fierce battles. Never of abashing girls with raised shafts.
“If you’ll excuse me, my lord, I must go down to the stables. I don’t like leaving my saddlebags unattended for the whole night.”
The urge to escape his will almost clouded her judgement. Not quite, though, as she perceived the panic inside her to be born of her own desire. Whereas she feared he might get angry with her, he only smiled.
“By all means, run away. I shall make excellent use of this wonderful hot water anyway.”
Relieved, for the time being, she flew down the hall, dashed outside, scampered across the street to the stables and threw her arms around her horse’s neck. She hugged the animal for a while, murmuring soft words of appeasement, pressing her cheek against his hair.
The violent tide inside her ebbed. Her chaotic pulse slowed down to a regular beat as the palpitations between her thighs dwindled. The Lord of the Clans roused powerful passions in her but, whatever her state of mind, she mustn’t lose sight of the course of her life and of Kelton.
When her frayed nerves allowed her to think clearly, she unbuckled her saddlebags and carried them back to the room. She lingered in the hallway. Would he be decent, or had he decided to have a little more fun with her? There was only one way to be certain.
She closed the door and dropped the saddlebags next to his before glancing around. The tub stood empty. She exhaled a deep breath when she saw her worst fears wouldn’t come true.
Although he hadn’t put his garments back on, he had wrapped a cloth around his waist and sat on a chair in front of the fireplace.
The tip of his sword rested on a floorboard. Holding the weapon by the hilt, he worked on the length of the blade with a sharpening stone. She watched the heavy muscles of his back swell in and out with every stroke, until he broke the captivating spell.
“Do you feel better?”
“I’m fine, thank you.”
“Good. You can use the tub if you wish.”
She wished. She’d have liked nothing better than to immerse her tired body in the enticing hot water and dispel the soreness of her hard afternoon’s ride, but not with him watching. Although he faced the fire and the tub lay at his back, it would be so easy for him to take a peek behind him.
“I won’t look, I swear. Don’t be a fool.”
In other words, he was telling her to quit acting like a frightened, rosy maiden and enjoy the bath while she could. The road to Frahern would last several days and they might not find comfortable taverns every night. In truth, she’d be stupid to pass on this opportunity.
Without taking her eyes off him, she unstrapped her double sling, undressed quickly, and stepped over the rim. He never glanced back, but kept on cleaning his sword with concentration. Hot water encased her body. A wonderful sensation of
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