Page 21 of Knight of Darkness
“Then ’tis apparent you have only been kissed by a relative or someone who knew not how to pleasure a woman.”
“Are you mocking me?”
“Mayhap I am. I have the distinct feeling you should be kissed often and I may be the man to show you how ’tis properly done.” He pulled her closer.
“Do you honestly think you are man enough?” She did not seem to object to him pulling her closer into his embrace, although she was not agreeing to anything like him giving her a demonstration either.
“Now ’tis you who are but jesting with me. I can assure you that you will not go wanting whilst in my bed.”
“I never said I would bed you. We were talking about a simple kiss, and nothing more,” she protested.
“There is nothing simple about a kiss, when it is done properly. Why, I am told if you put in enough effort, the act can be most pleasant.” He took a step closer and heat radiated between them like a burst of fire.
“What is it you are doing?”
His arm snaked around her waist and he pulled her completely up against his body. “Testing the theory that I am man enough for the likes of a Viking shield maiden like you.”
“I am no Viking shield…”
“…who talks entirely too much.”
Wymar lowered his head and he watched whilst her eyes widened in surprise. She may be fierce on the outside but he had the distinct feeling that despite what she had said, she had not much experience with a man. His lips gently brushed against hers. Teasing her to awaken the woman hiding just beneath the surface of the fierce warrior she had chosen to become. His name passing her lips whispered between them on her breath. He almost smiled in satisfaction that he had been right.
’Twas enough for him to continue his exploration of her mouth and from her response as he deepened their kiss, she was more than willing to allow him to instruct her on the art of kissing.
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Ceridwen was uncertainwhat was happening but she did not wish for it to end. Never had she felt such a rush of emotions as when Wymar began to kiss her. She knew she should be putting a stop to what they were doing but mayhap tasting such sweetness a little longer would not hurt her… or would it?
Her arm made its way up around his neck and her fingers began to play with the hair at the nape of his neck. He tightened his grip upon her even whilst he deepened their kiss.Merciful heavens, what is he doing to me?she thought. ’Twas more than exquisite and she was more than happy for him to be her teacher on what he liked—especially sinceshefound she liked it exceedingly well.
She began to mimic what Wymar was doing with his tongue and upon hearing his moan of pleasure she was certain she was learning this business of kissing very quickly. Aye, she would have smiled if such a feat were at all possible but such was not the case when her mouth was being all but devoured. He was magnificent and she was more than willing to continue on with this lesson.
He broke their kiss as abruptly as he had started it. ’Twas then she heard their labored breathing. Wymar was just as affected by their play as she had been and such knowledge satisfied her immensely. “Why did you stop?” she asked in disappointment and watched when he took several steps away from her.
“Only someone naive enough or too young and inexperienced would fail to realize that to pursue the course we were on a moment ago would be foolish,” he said quietly.
“Are you telling me you regret kissing me?” She took a step backward in disbelief that something that was so earth shatteringly wonderful to her was nothing to him but a mistake.
“I regret nothing but I will not take what you seem to be offering here on the ground like some common harlot.”
Her eyes narrowed. “And now you insult me,” she fumed.
He winced, looking genuinely regretful. “I did not mean for my words to sound as they did. My only thought was I did not want to be like one of those fools who would have taken you and not given you another thought come the morn.”
“’Twas only a kiss, Norwood,” she hissed.
“Wymar,” he urged. “We agreed to call each other by our given names.”
“I am not certain we actually came to such an arrangement.”
“Was that not your voice whispering my name but moments before?”
“’Twas a slip that shall not be repeated.”
“Aye, it shall when we are alone,” he ordered. His tone was firm as though he thought he had won their argument.
“I am not one who takes orders well. Generally, I am the one giving them out.”
