"This is my job," he said, smiling.
He brushed the gown from her shoulders and found her wrists again and brought them to his stomach.
"Right from the beginning, Isa, the way it ought to be."
Wordlessly, she did his bidding, with trembling hands, until they stood in naked splendor before each other. Blood beat in their ears.
They held that moment for a heartbeat, the pale moonlight spilling in to give them a clear view of each other. They admired one another without touching, simply looking, taking in every detail, until Rohan's strong hands gripped her shoulders, pulling her close and guiding her down onto the hay, the blanket spread beneath them.
He moved with strength and passion, rolling gently with her as their bodies pressed together. His kisses were urgent, claiming her everywhere she could feel him.
