She stared at him, her eyes wide.
"I dinnae ken. I'm frightened."
"I ken. But ye're safe with me, Liliane. I promise ye that." He shifted closer, close enough that she could feel his warmth. "If ye want me tae stop at any time, ye say the word and I'll stop. Immediately. Nay questions, nay anger. Just respect fer what ye need."
She was quiet for so long he thought she'd refuse. Then, in a voice barely above a whisper, she said, "Show me."
His heart hammered against his ribs as he cupped her face, tilting it toward his. "Aye. I'll show ye."
He kissed her then, soft and slow, pouring everything he couldn't say into the press of his lips against hers. She tensed initially, but gradually melted against him, her hands coming up to rest on his chest.
When he pulled back, her eyes were dark and slightly dazed.
"That's how it starts," he murmured. "With somethin' sweet. Somethin' gentle." His fingers traced the line of her jaw. "And then, if ye let me, I'll show ye more."
"More?" Her voice trembled slightly.
"Aye. Lie back, lass. Let me show ye what pleasure feels like."
She hesitated, fear and curiosity warring in her expression. Then slowly, carefully, she lay back against the pillows, her body rigid with tension.
"Relax," he soothed, his hand stroking through her hair. "I've got ye. Ye're safe. I promise."
His lips found hers again, kissing her deeply as his hands moved to the laces of her gown. She tensed when his fingers brushed her skin, and he paused. He kissed her again, slow and thorough, as his hands continued their careful work on her laces.
He carefully eased the heavy fabric down her body, leaving her in nothing but the thin linen shift.
His hands, large and calloused, moved with surprising delicacy. They rested on her inner thighs, his fingers tracing slow, deliberate paths along the soft skin. Liliane squirmed, her body responding instinctively to his touch. It was as if he were mapping her, learning the contours of her body with a care that made her feel both cherished and desired.
His touch was firm yet tender, a paradox that only heightened her anticipation. She could feel the heat rising between her legs, a warmth that spread through her entire body, making her skin flush.
His hands continued their slow exploration, parting her legs slightly, his fingers tracing the curve of her hips, the dip of her waist.
She gasped as he bent down and his tongue flicked against her core, the sensation both foreign and intoxicating. He kissed her folds, his lips pressing gently, sucking lightly, as if savoring the taste of her. Liliane moaned, her hands reaching down to tangle in his hair, holding him close, urging him on. His mouth was relentless, his kisses deep and lingering, each one sending a jolt of pleasure through her body.
Tòrr's tongue delved deeper, swirling around her folds with a precision that made her buck her hips, seeking more friction. He hummed against her, the vibrations resonating through her, amplifying the pleasure.
She could feel his manhood twitching against her thigh, a reminder of his own arousal, but he remained focused on her, his attention unwavering. His fingers joined his mouth, slipping inside her with ease, stretching her, filling her, as his tongue continued its relentless dance. The combination of his mouth and fingers was overwhelming, each sensation building upon the last, driving her closer to the edge.
Her breath came in short gasps, her body tense with anticipation. Her folds were on fire, aching for release, and Tòrr seemed to sense it, quickening his pace. His tongue flicked faster, his fingers pumping in and out with a rhythm that was both urgent and deliberate.
She was close, so close, her body trembling on the brink.
"Tòrr, please..."Her words were cut off by a cry as her orgasm crashed over her, her body convulsing, her juices flooding his mouth. He drank her down, moaning against her, his own arousal evident, but he didn’t stop, riding out her climax, milking every last drop of pleasure from her trembling body.
The world narrowed to the sensation of his mouth, his fingers, his presence. Time seemed to stand still as she rode the waves of her orgasm, her body shaking with the intensity of it. He was relentless, his mouth devouring her, his tongue sucking her sweet spot with a fervor that left her breathless.
As she came down from the high, trembling and gasping, he pressed gentle kisses to her forehead, her cheeks, her lips.
She noticed then, her eyes dropping to where his trousers were visibly straining. "But ye... ye didnae satisfy yerself."
"Dinnae worry about me. Taenight was about ye. About showin' ye that ye're safe with me." He kissed her gently. "About provin' that I want yer pleasure more than me own."
She drifted toward sleep in his arms, with a wide smile on her face. “If it was about me, then ye did a good job.”
CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE
The pounding on the door came too early, dragging Tòrr from the first decent sleep he'd had in days. Beside him, Liliane stirred, her hair spread across his chest where she'd nestled during the night.
