Much more terrifying.
She didn’t understand these confusing sensations. How could her body feel like this?
Xaydin left her lips to kiss a trail down her throat to the breast he cupped.
Trembling, Gisela swallowed at the sight of his dark head at her breast, at the feel of his tongue teasing her taut nipple. His tongue was rough and hot, his lips soothing and tender.
She cupped his head to her and reveled in the sensation of his dark curls teasing her fingers.
He was so beautiful there, tasting her, teasing her. His incredibly handsome face showed the pleasure he received just from touching her.
Gisela sighed in contentment and let the incredible earthy sensations sweep her away until she was nothing but an extension of the man holding her.
Tonight, she would be his without reservation or fear. Biting her lip, she whispered his name.
Xaydin had never tasted anything like her body. She was so warm, so inviting. More so because he knew she was sharing with him what she had shared with no one else.
He was her first. As incredulous as that seemed. She was so worldly in some manners.
But not in this.
Why she chose a creature like him, he couldn’t imagine. He was so unworthy of what she offered.
But then they were like creatures. Born of brutality and sorrow.
Something that hit hard as he exposed more of her skin and saw that she held as many scars as he did. Without thinking, he traced a vicious mark that had almost pierced her heart.
The moment she realized what he was looking at, she tried to cover it. Her eyes flared with shame, igniting a fury deep in his soul.
“I’m sorry,” she whispered. “I know they’re hideous.”
He pulled her hand away and stared hard into her eyes. “Our scars are the story of our pasts that made us who we are. Never hide yours, my lady. They are beautiful and so are you for having survived them.”
Gisela couldn’t breathe as she heard the sincerity in his voice. In that moment, she wasn’t ashamed.
She felt beautiful. Something that she’d never felt before. “Thank you.”
“For what?”
For seeing her when no one ever had. “For being you.” And for being more wonderful than she could have ever imagined. Especially given his reputation. She’d have never guessed that such a beast would have a heart like his.
Because until he’d found her, she’d never had one herself. Never cared about anyone. She’d believed the lies of others. That she was frigid and emotionless.
No, not emotionless. Lost to her pain. Lost to those scars that had cut much deeper than her flesh. They had seared themselves into her soul and left her cold and angry.
But not tonight. Tonight, she felt reborn by his kindness.
And she was glad that tonight, for this one moment and for whatever reason, she was with him.
Gisela tugged at his black tunic.
Eager to oblige her, he pulled it off.
She gasped audibly as she ran her hands over his tense, muscular arms. He was exquisite, and she reveled at the softness of his skin over the steely feel of his body.
Xaydin clenched his teeth as his head reeled from pleasure.
The things her touch did to him…
