Erik's mouth had left hers, but only to trail kisses along her jaw, his breath and words warm against her ear. He wasn't crass enough to tell her how he'd honed that craft, he was just grateful that he'd listened and learned, so he could bring her pleasure from it.

"Aye, lass, it is. As only things that feel good can be," Erik whispered. "and it's just the beginnin of how good it can feel."