vengeance?”
CHAPTER SIX
“ Rowen, wake up!” Grasping him by his shoulders, Fern shook him. He was thrashing around so hard that he practically rolled over on top of her before she could move.
“ No, no! Get away from us, you cannot have her.” The old woman stood across the river, her eyes red and slated as she beckoned Fern toward her. And the child, oh my God not the child. Sitting up, he yelled blindly into the darkness of the cave. “Run, Fern, run back across the field, she cannot touch you when I’m here. And Rose, grab her, Fern, before the witch kills her.”
“ Rowen, wake up!” Fern shook him harder until his eyes suddenly opened and fixed on her.
“ Thank God, thank God. Oh Fern, thank Go...” His voice trailed off, his nightmare all but forgotten as his eyes focused on hers.
Fern released his shoulders and sat back on her knees, their eyes locked together in the twilight of the cave. Nothing existed now but him and her. With only the light of the moon to aid her, she placed her hands on his face. As light as a feather, with one palm on each side of his rough face, she drew him close. Her lips trembled as she spoke. “How could I have been blind? How can this be, Rowen? Tell me, how is it that I...” She let her lips rest gently on his as she whispered the words. “That, I love you.”
“ And I love you, Fern.” Rowen felt as if he’d been punched in the gut, as her breath fanned hot against his lips and he knew he wanted her. Wrapping his hands around her waist, he pulled her down to straddle his hips when their lips finally came together. The kiss was intense, so wonderfully exquisite he had to pull back to take a breath before rolling her underneath him. He kissed her over and over, trailing his tongue over her lips and tasting the sweetness of her mouth while she reacted with her own heated response. Leaning back, he looked up into her eyes as he trailed his finger down her jaw and neck, then beyond. Cupping her chin in his palm, he held her there before continuing. “How is it I didn’t see this before now? I love you Fern. How? I don’t know. All I know is I must hold you, and kiss you, and taste you…” His words trailed off as he bent his head forward to nibble her chin.
“ I’ve always known my first time would be with the man I love.” Her fingers dug deep into his long black hair as she pulled him down to lie next to her on her blanket. When his lips found her neck, and his teeth bit into her soft flesh she groaned deep within her chest; she wanted more. His groping hands fondled her everywhere he could find skin, the sensation was maddening. Sitting up, she raised her arms. “Help me undress, Rowen,” she cooed the words in a sultry sort of way that made his eyes widen.
Rowen swallowed a shaky breath at the sight of her breasts as they tilted upward when she raised her arms above her head. Standing up, he took her with him as he went. With gentle fingers he removed the hooks at the back of the dress until he was all the way to her waist. Reaching inside, he slid his hands around her small waist until they settled under the voluptuous mounds of her breasts. “Raise your arms again, Fern.” When she did, he bent forward and kissed the soft space nestled between them that he’d yearned for before. She was sweeter than he could have ever imagined. Reaching down, he pulled the hem of her dress up to her waist, his hands sliding up her thighs as he went. “I love you, oh God how I love you. Our lovemaking will be perfect, I promise.” He ground his face deeper between her breasts and inhaled her scent. Intoxicated with her, he proceeded to show her.
“ You’re torturing me, Rowen.” Her eyes were closed when she felt her dress drop to the ground around her feet. But they flew wide open when his teeth circled the erect tip of her breast. He’d unclasped her bra and slid it off without her realizing it. Her knees almost
CHAPTER SIX
“ Rowen, wake up!” Grasping him by his shoulders, Fern shook him. He was thrashing around so hard that he practically rolled over on top of her before she could move.
“ No, no! Get away from us, you cannot have her.” The old woman stood across the river, her eyes red and slated as she beckoned Fern toward her. And the child, oh my God not the child. Sitting up, he yelled blindly into the darkness of the cave. “Run, Fern, run back across the field, she cannot touch you when I’m here. And Rose, grab her, Fern, before the witch kills her.”
“ Rowen, wake up!” Fern shook him harder until his eyes suddenly opened and fixed on her.
“ Thank God, thank God. Oh Fern, thank Go...” His voice trailed off, his nightmare all but forgotten as his eyes focused on hers.
Fern released his shoulders and sat back on her knees, their eyes locked together in the twilight of the cave. Nothing existed now but him and her. With only the light of the moon to aid her, she placed her hands on his face. As light as a feather, with one palm on each side of his rough face, she drew him close. Her lips trembled as she spoke. “How could I have been blind? How can this be, Rowen? Tell me, how is it that I...” She let her lips rest gently on his as she whispered the words. “That, I love you.”
“ And I love you, Fern.” Rowen felt as if he’d been punched in the gut, as her breath fanned hot against his lips and he knew he wanted her. Wrapping his hands around her waist, he pulled her down to straddle his hips when their lips finally came together. The kiss was intense, so wonderfully exquisite he had to pull back to take a breath before rolling her underneath him. He kissed her over and over, trailing his tongue over her lips and tasting the sweetness of her mouth while she reacted with her own heated response. Leaning back, he looked up into her eyes as he trailed his finger down her jaw and neck, then beyond. Cupping her chin in his palm, he held her there before continuing. “How is it I didn’t see this before now? I love you Fern. How? I don’t know. All I know is I must hold you, and kiss you, and taste you…” His words trailed off as he bent his head forward to nibble her chin.
“ I’ve always known my first time would be with the man I love.” Her fingers dug deep into his long black hair as she pulled him down to lie next to her on her blanket. When his lips found her neck, and his teeth bit into her soft flesh she groaned deep within her chest; she wanted more. His groping hands fondled her everywhere he could find skin, the sensation was maddening. Sitting up, she raised her arms. “Help me undress, Rowen,” she cooed the words in a sultry sort of way that made his eyes widen.
Rowen swallowed a shaky breath at the sight of her breasts as they tilted upward when she raised her arms above her head. Standing up, he took her with him as he went. With gentle fingers he removed the hooks at the back of the dress until he was all the way to her waist. Reaching inside, he slid his hands around her small waist until they settled under the voluptuous mounds of her breasts. “Raise your arms again, Fern.” When she did, he bent forward and kissed the soft space nestled between them that he’d yearned for before. She was sweeter than he could have ever imagined. Reaching down, he pulled the hem of her dress up to her waist, his hands sliding up her thighs as he went. “I love you, oh God how I love you. Our lovemaking will be perfect, I promise.” He ground his face deeper between her breasts and inhaled her scent. Intoxicated with her, he proceeded to show her.
“ You’re torturing me, Rowen.” Her eyes were closed when she felt her dress drop to the ground around her feet. But they flew wide open when his teeth circled the erect tip of her breast. He’d unclasped her bra and slid it off without her realizing it. Her knees almost
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