The feel of her fingers massaging his scalp was indescribable. He’d never been completely intimate with a woman before. He’d slept with plenty, even carried on relationships, but had always held back with the intimacy that loving another brought on. Being the sexual creature that he was, he’d never had an issue with it. He was always happy to get his release, have his fun then move on. It was, after all, the way of the Fae. The princess was definitely unique and he didn’t doubt his want to live out the rest of his days with her by his side. When she ran her fingers through his hair one last time, he sighed. It didn’t seem to matter where she touched him. Sparks of arousal and desire tore through his body at the contact. Turning, Randor came face-to face with his beautiful soul mate and smiled. Her eyes sparkled and her lips were slightly parted. “Now may we continue?” With a wicked grin, she wrapped her arms around his shoulders. “Do with me what you wish, Assassin.” Randor smiled and scooped her into his arms before wading forward until he had her pinned between his body and the rock wall.
