[ He doesn't expect her to say yes. He is only ever as good as the stars when they shine their brightest in the sky. This is not his brightest yet when she touches his hand, he doesn't hate himself enough to reject her; only enough to resign himself to what he has to do. But this is for him — as far as he's concerned he isn't denying himself anything, so maybe hate isn't the right word.
(She leans in and she can hear his heart beating faster than hers. He'd never admit to making a sound so foolish.)
Don't accept him so easily. ]
Relax. I know how to make it good for you.
[ His lips brush against her ear as his words do and slowly, he begins. It starts with the squeeze of her hand, a kiss on her neck—
[it's an alarmingly intimate, yet careful and delicate process. no one has ever kissed her like this, either, with lips teasing the edge of her ear and pressing against the soft skin of her neck—leaving a warmth in their wake reminding her a little of the heat of a roaring fire. it occurs to her that assassin must be seeking to reassure her.]
I hope you won't go further out here...
[she has the elegance of a tsaritsa, somehow, even when she's allowing him to taste her.
her meaning should be clear: take her to a private place, at least, if he's going to sleep with her.]
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(She leans in and she can hear his heart beating faster than hers. He'd never admit to making a sound so foolish.)
Don't accept him so easily. ]
Relax. I know how to make it good for you.
[ His lips brush against her ear as his words do and slowly, he begins. It starts with the squeeze of her hand, a kiss on her neck—
Hot kisses that bloom red on her bare skin. ]
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I hope you won't go further out here...
[she has the elegance of a tsaritsa, somehow, even when she's allowing him to taste her.
her meaning should be clear: take her to a private place, at least, if he's going to sleep with her.]