Viserys leaned down and kissed her on the lips.
Roslin shuddered, letting out a muffled whimper. This time, Viserys kissed her gently, lingering on her lips only briefly, as though testing her response-or soothing her.
Roslin's lips were soft, with the innocent sweetness of a young woman.
Viserys slowly deepened the kiss, and Roslin's breathing grew more rapid. Her hands released the bedsheets, then slowly rose to rest on his waist.
Only after a long while did Viserys finally release her.
Roslin opened her eyes a little, too. A mist veiled her blue eyes, and her cheeks were as red as ripe apples. Her lips looked noticeably redder and more swollen, but also fuller and more enticing than before.
Viserys resumed his advance, his fingers tracing Roslin's delicate, slender collarbones. Her silk underdress had already become a crumpled mess, hanging loosely from her body and revealing more of her skin.
Now Roslin's eyes held a trace of nervousness, mingled with anticipation.
Viserys's fingers continued downward, undoing the last fastening of Roslin's underdress.
Roslin lay completely exposed in the candlelight, her fair skin flushed pink. Her body was slender, her collarbones prominent and her ribs faintly visible.
Yet she was not sickly thin. Hers was the slenderness of a young woman, every inch of her skin taut and full of youthful vitality.
Viserys laid his palm against her waist, feeling Roslin's warmth and her racing heartbeat. Then he lowered himself onto her, making a few tentative movements.
Soon, Roslin felt a twinge of pain and began biting her lower lip. Tears slipped from the corners of her eyes, but she did not cry aloud.
"Does it hurt?" Viserys asked gently.
When Roslin gathered herself, she first shook her head, then nodded.
"A little," she said softly, her voice thick and nasal.