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Can this be the end of it now?’ His words were barely a whisper and his mouth seemed so close she could see the scar at the bottom of his lower lip. That scar mesmerised her.
When he groaned again and moved closer, she couldn’t believe her good fortune. When those scarred lips gently rubbed against hers, she felt lightheaded from the tenderness that unfurled inside her, a tenderness that was unlike anything she had ever experienced before. It was not her emotion. It was his, fed to her on his soft, scarred lips. And it humbled her, shattering the last walls of defence she’d held against him. Those walls had unknowingly protected her heart from wanting too much, all her lonely life.
Remembering how his tongue had invaded her mo uth, she wanted to taste him that way. Was it acceptable for a woman to do as a man did? Could she taste him as he had tasted her? Uncertain, she let the tip of her tongue stroke the underside of his upper lip, enjoying the slick smoothness of it, the tangy taste.
But what she did sent Will mad. He pulled her close r, burying his fingers in her hair and covering her mouth with his so firmly it was hard to tell where he began and she finished. His tongue came to meet hers, tangling with it, stroking it, until a strange weakness overcame her and her legs gave way.
Wi ll was quick to take her weight and the lamp from her hand. He put the unwanted object on the table at their side, and then brought both of her arms up so they encircled his neck. Then his hands were everywhere at once, stroking her through the fabric of her gown, finding every patch of exposed flesh, almost as if he needed to feel skin on skin.
* * *
For Will, letting his baser urges free was like releasing the wolf. Relief warred with fear. He had wanted this small, frail woman with a desperation that bordered on insanity every moment of his waking day since he had met her. And even in his dreams, when he finally managed to sleep, she was there – the unwitting temptress, the siren, drawing him away from his well-trodden path, leading him into lush, painful, unexplored territory.
He’d given himself release twice overnight, but the momentary peac e that followed was brief and the need had returned almost immediately. He’d woken up this morning with his bedding wet from yet another release. He hadn’t done that since he was a youth.
Rising early, he’d taken his sheets to the laundry himself, too ashamed of his lack of control to let anyone else see the evidence. It had been on his way ba ck to his room with fresh linen that he’d wandered past Lily’s door and seen it ajar. Knowing better, but giving in anyway, he peered into the room. Morning light from the window showed him what he’d already guessed. She wasn’t there.
P anic had him scouring the dark, convoluted corridors of the ancient keep in search of her. He’d told her everyone was looking for her. That had been a lie. No one but he knew she was missing. No one but he was responsible for her safe return.
He’d gone beyond panic by the time he caught sight of her lamp at the end of a corridor in the unused wing of the keep. It was dangerous in this area, the floorboards having rotted in places. Byron had been talking about renovating it to accommodate their increasing numbers. But that renovation had been postponed until the more pressing need for more cells was solved. The new tunnel and cells were only now complete.
When he’ d kissed her the first time it had been from that desperate place, and he’d scared her badly with his lack of control. Kissing her again had been an even bigger mistake, because this time she was ready for it, wanted it, and that only loosened his tether on his tightly reined-in control a little more. When her little tongue snuck out to stroke his lip, he’d finally lost it. Now, with her limp in his arms, lost in desire she had probably never felt before, he didn’t know if he had it in him to do the gentlemanly thing and
When he groaned again and moved closer, she couldn’t believe her good fortune. When those scarred lips gently rubbed against hers, she felt lightheaded from the tenderness that unfurled inside her, a tenderness that was unlike anything she had ever experienced before. It was not her emotion. It was his, fed to her on his soft, scarred lips. And it humbled her, shattering the last walls of defence she’d held against him. Those walls had unknowingly protected her heart from wanting too much, all her lonely life.
Remembering how his tongue had invaded her mo uth, she wanted to taste him that way. Was it acceptable for a woman to do as a man did? Could she taste him as he had tasted her? Uncertain, she let the tip of her tongue stroke the underside of his upper lip, enjoying the slick smoothness of it, the tangy taste.
But what she did sent Will mad. He pulled her close r, burying his fingers in her hair and covering her mouth with his so firmly it was hard to tell where he began and she finished. His tongue came to meet hers, tangling with it, stroking it, until a strange weakness overcame her and her legs gave way.
Wi ll was quick to take her weight and the lamp from her hand. He put the unwanted object on the table at their side, and then brought both of her arms up so they encircled his neck. Then his hands were everywhere at once, stroking her through the fabric of her gown, finding every patch of exposed flesh, almost as if he needed to feel skin on skin.
* * *
For Will, letting his baser urges free was like releasing the wolf. Relief warred with fear. He had wanted this small, frail woman with a desperation that bordered on insanity every moment of his waking day since he had met her. And even in his dreams, when he finally managed to sleep, she was there – the unwitting temptress, the siren, drawing him away from his well-trodden path, leading him into lush, painful, unexplored territory.
He’d given himself release twice overnight, but the momentary peac e that followed was brief and the need had returned almost immediately. He’d woken up this morning with his bedding wet from yet another release. He hadn’t done that since he was a youth.
Rising early, he’d taken his sheets to the laundry himself, too ashamed of his lack of control to let anyone else see the evidence. It had been on his way ba ck to his room with fresh linen that he’d wandered past Lily’s door and seen it ajar. Knowing better, but giving in anyway, he peered into the room. Morning light from the window showed him what he’d already guessed. She wasn’t there.
P anic had him scouring the dark, convoluted corridors of the ancient keep in search of her. He’d told her everyone was looking for her. That had been a lie. No one but he knew she was missing. No one but he was responsible for her safe return.
He’d gone beyond panic by the time he caught sight of her lamp at the end of a corridor in the unused wing of the keep. It was dangerous in this area, the floorboards having rotted in places. Byron had been talking about renovating it to accommodate their increasing numbers. But that renovation had been postponed until the more pressing need for more cells was solved. The new tunnel and cells were only now complete.
When he’ d kissed her the first time it had been from that desperate place, and he’d scared her badly with his lack of control. Kissing her again had been an even bigger mistake, because this time she was ready for it, wanted it, and that only loosened his tether on his tightly reined-in control a little more. When her little tongue snuck out to stroke his lip, he’d finally lost it. Now, with her limp in his arms, lost in desire she had probably never felt before, he didn’t know if he had it in him to do the gentlemanly thing and
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