Page 76 of Moon Craving

detail.

Without another word, his hands slid over hers and pressed downward. She let him

guide her to the hard prick bobbing in the water. It jumped as her fingertips brushed along

its length. He guided her fingers to curl around him and then moved his own hands to her

hips, holding her in place.

The flesh in her hands was hot, hard and alive. So very alive.

She looked up into his heated gaze. "I feel like I'm holding the essence of your life."

Before she had a chance to feel stupid for saying something so ridiculous, he

smiled a rogue's smile and nodded. "Many men would say that is exactly what you are

doing."

"You said this would . . . it would . . ."

"Go inside you? Is that what has you worrying, wife?"

She swallowed and nodded.

"I'll fit as if you were made to hold me and no other."

"You're sure?"

"Aye."

"But . . . It's . . . You do realize there are small horses that would be pleased to be

so endowed?" She had been raised in a keep after all; she'd seen more than one

equestrian mating.

His head tilted back and she imagined his laughter boomed around the cavern.

She could not hear it, but she could feel the vibrations through his body.

She was not sure why he thought her comment so amusing. She found it much

more worrying.

He shook his head. "I willna hurt you, lass."

"You're so sure? You said you don't have much experience."

"I am sure." And that clearly was supposed to be that.

And truthfully? Right now, she was less concerned with what was to come than the

fact he had given her permission, nay instruction, to "wash" him.

She moved her hands along the large prick and Talorc's eyes fell closed as a fierce

expression took over his features. She let her hands learn him in a way she had not the