He pulled her tightly in his embrace, fully giving in to her request. Reminding himself she was likely inexperienced, or at least less so than many of his conquests, he took his time, wishing to raise her thirst for more. He concentrated on her mouth at first, then letting his lips linger elsewhere across her face and neck, before returning to her lips again.
His hands stayed at her neck and back, until he could resist no more and slowly lowered her to the ground. His hands now began to roam to other places, and he slowly reached up to release the broaches at her shoulder, giving him the ability to begin to lower her dress.
Her breast felt firm and soft beneath only her shift, her nipples hard and beckoning his touch. He lowered his head, teasing them through the thin fabric. His breath was coming harder now, as was hers. Her hands, like his, were moving, now grasping his hair as his lips found purchase. It was all the encouragement he needed.
He began to work the shift up, first to her knees, then slowly to her thighs, his hands intentionally brushing her legs as he still concentrated his kisses on her mouth and upper body, teasing, arousing them both.
He thought he heard a noise, and his eye flew open as he sent his sense out to the area. It was always possible they could be caught. But he felt nothing, and looking down at Sigyn, saw she apparently had not even heard it. Her eyes were closed, her face showing him all that his body was already telling him. With a groan, he lowered his head again to kiss her fiercely.