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Mistrals Kiss :: Гамильтон Лорел
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I studied his face. He was as fair of face as Frost, who was one of the most perfect men I’d ever seen. I said out loud, “The queen once called you the most perfect sidhe body she had ever seen. You are wounded, you will heal; it has not changed the perfection of you.”
“The queen said that it was a pity that one of the most perfect sidhe bodies she’d ever seen was ruined by such deformity.”
Okay, maybe mentioning the queen’s words hadn’t been a good idea. I tried again. I crawled to his face and leaned over to touch his lips with mine. But it was a cold kiss, and he barely responded. I drew back. “What is wrong?”
“In Los Angeles, even the sight of you clothed hardened my body. Tonight I am weak.”
I gazed down the long length of his body to find that he was still soft, and as small as he got. He was one of those men that wasn’t truly small even when soft; a shower, not a grower.
I had magic in me that could bring a man to life, as it were, but it was Seelie magic. I wanted to use less Seelie magic in this union, not more. Although Sholto had made the decision to accept the risk, I feared for the sluagh. I feared them losing their identity as a people.
Of course, there were other ways to bring a man to life besides magic.
I crawled, carefully, on the bare rocks, until I knelt by his hip. “You aren’t weak, Sholto, you’re hurt. There is no shame in that.”
“To see you nude and not to react is shameful.”
I gave him the smile he needed and said, “I think we can fix that.”
“Magic?” he said, staring down his body at me.
I shook my head. “No magic, Sholto, just this.” I traced my hand over his thighs, reveling in the smooth skin. The fey didn’t have much body hair, but I think the fact that he was part nightflyer — a creature that had no hair — made him utterly smooth. Smooth as a woman and so soft, yet terribly male from the bottoms of his feet to the top of his head. I traced along the inside of his thighs and he spread them for me, so that I could sweep upward and touch the silken skin between his legs. He was still soft and loose as I rolled those delicate balls in my hand.
The touch bowed his spine, sending his head back, eyes closed. But with the pleasure came a sound of pain. The movement had hurt the butchered skin across the middle of his body. What progress I’d made wilted in the face of such pain.
He threw his arm across his eyes and made a sound between a sob and a yell. “I will be useless to you tonight, Meredith. I will be useless to my people.
I studied his face. He was as fair of face as Frost, who was one of the most perfect men I’d ever seen. I said out loud, “The queen once called you the most perfect sidhe body she had ever seen. You are wounded, you will heal; it has not changed the perfection of you.”
“The queen said that it was a pity that one of the most perfect sidhe bodies she’d ever seen was ruined by such deformity.”
Okay, maybe mentioning the queen’s words hadn’t been a good idea. I tried again. I crawled to his face and leaned over to touch his lips with mine. But it was a cold kiss, and he barely responded. I drew back. “What is wrong?”
“In Los Angeles, even the sight of you clothed hardened my body. Tonight I am weak.”
I gazed down the long length of his body to find that he was still soft, and as small as he got. He was one of those men that wasn’t truly small even when soft; a shower, not a grower.
I had magic in me that could bring a man to life, as it were, but it was Seelie magic. I wanted to use less Seelie magic in this union, not more. Although Sholto had made the decision to accept the risk, I feared for the sluagh. I feared them losing their identity as a people.
Of course, there were other ways to bring a man to life besides magic.
I crawled, carefully, on the bare rocks, until I knelt by his hip. “You aren’t weak, Sholto, you’re hurt. There is no shame in that.”
“To see you nude and not to react is shameful.”
I gave him the smile he needed and said, “I think we can fix that.”
“Magic?” he said, staring down his body at me.
I shook my head. “No magic, Sholto, just this.” I traced my hand over his thighs, reveling in the smooth skin. The fey didn’t have much body hair, but I think the fact that he was part nightflyer — a creature that had no hair — made him utterly smooth. Smooth as a woman and so soft, yet terribly male from the bottoms of his feet to the top of his head. I traced along the inside of his thighs and he spread them for me, so that I could sweep upward and touch the silken skin between his legs. He was still soft and loose as I rolled those delicate balls in my hand.
The touch bowed his spine, sending his head back, eyes closed. But with the pleasure came a sound of pain. The movement had hurt the butchered skin across the middle of his body. What progress I’d made wilted in the face of such pain.
He threw his arm across his eyes and made a sound between a sob and a yell. “I will be useless to you tonight, Meredith. I will be useless to my people.