Chapter 16

Fann’s lips brushed the skin of her neck as he spoke. His breath cooling the warm wetness of his kisses. She took a deep breath and found the air filled with his intoxicating scent. Swaying slightly she reached up reflexively to grab his arm. Fann seemed to take that as an indication of agreement and gathered her close, lifting his head and closing his lips over hers. Shivers of excitement coursed through her and an ache began between her legs. Fann was breathing heavily when he pulled his mouth away. His eyes devoured her face, then suddenly, he was pulling his shirt over his head. Eleanor could only stare open mouthed at his chest. He took her hand and pressed it to the center of his dark thatch of hair. “Touch me Leannan. Take your fill. I am the first man you have touched this way, am I no?”

“Yes.”

“Then touch me. Feel me. Taste me. There is nothing too wicked. No touch I will deny you.” Her breath seemed trapped in her chest as she brought her other hand up to join the first. She