Chapter 195: On the Edge

ELRETH

The furs here were the old-fashioned type, thick and slightly stiffer, but made from the hides of the shaggy mountain goats that inhabited the mountains around her. They were plush and thick, embracing her skin a soft cloud that sent delicious prickles up and down her back.

When he laid her down, her legs still wrapped around his waist, she'd been about to push herself back, to give him room to come up with her. But he stopped her, his eyes so dark the pupils had nearly overtaken the startling ice-blue of them and he smiled a smile that, had she been prey, would have made her blood run cold. But as it was, she shivered for an entirely different reason.

"Let me show you," he whispered, stopping her from moving.