The Key (Deed 2)

"Many things," Duncan murmured, lifting her up and over the lip of the tub to set her down in the knee-high water before stepping in himself. "For instance, the value of silence."

Iliana blinked, then closed her eyes as he bent to kiss her, his mouth caressing her own. When his lips finally lifted from hers, a small smile was tugging at the corners of her mouth. She opened her eyes slowly, understanding in their depths taking the place of her earlier indignation. "That would not be anything like teaching me to scream, would it, my lord?"

"Aye." Nodding with satisfaction, he bent to pick up the soap, dipping it and his hands in the water they stood in, and beginning to work up a lather. "Ye're a fast study, lass. Ye should have a full grasp o' this subject quickly enough."

"Not too quickly, I hope." Iliana sighed as he began to rub the lather he had made across her chest, concentrating most of his efforts on her breasts.

"Nay," he assured her huskily and kissed the tip of her nose, then her lips, before murmuring, "But I give ye me oath 'tis a lesson ye'll never forget."

"I think I begin to like yer lessons, my lord," Iliana murmured as his soapy hands slid around to her buttocks and he pulled her tight against him. "Aye," she gasped as she felt his manhood press against her belly. "'Tis certain I am that I do."