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to devour her.
She smiled to herself. Oh, how she wanted to be taken by this man.
Her body tingled as his hand roamed to her rear and began to kneed and caress. Her heart raced, and she had to fight to catch her breath.
“Oh Flint,” she said, as she felt his hardness pressing against her tummy. The feeling sent a pure bolt of joy through her. He wanted her as much as she wanted him. He desired her. A man like this. A man such as Flint wanted her, the girl from Fifth Point.
He stopped kissing her for a moment and looked down into her eyes. He seemed to be asking her a question.
All she could do was stare back and nod. Yes, please.
He smiled, then bent and swiftly scooped her up into her arms.
“Flint,” she exclaimed. “What are you doing?”
“I am taking you to my lair,” he rumbled.
“I can walk,” she said.
“And, I can carry you. Since I am bigger, we will do it my way.”
She buried her head into his chest and held on. Oh, how she had dreamed of this. Oh, how she had prayed that this man would want her. But, it was so much more than she had thought it would be.
This feeling of power that flowed between them. This feeling of rightness with the world.
But, what if she wasn’t any good. What if he found her lacking? A dozen bad thoughts threatened to take over. No, she told herself. She would not allow the negative thoughts. Not tonight. Tonight she was going to enjoy. Tonight she was going to experience and remember. It might very well be her last happy moment on this earth, she was not going to waste it on silly worries and regrets.
His hand under her legs shifted and slipped up under her robe to caress her bare skin.
She swallowed hard as small tingles traveled up her legs to her very center. She felt herself grow wet and swollen with want and need.
Holding him tight, she bit her lip, less he hear her cry of desire. Or worse, the servants, hear her moan of ecstasy as he carried her up the stairs. The least she could do was wait until they reached his room before she lost all sense of propriety.
He smiled down at her. Perfectly aware of what he was doing. His fingers tracing long, languid circles on the back of her thigh. It was enough to make a girl cry.
When he reached his room, she bent and turned the knob for him, looking up at him with a mischievous grin.
He answered with his smirk, then stepped into his room.
Chapter Eight
Laila’s heart continued to pound in her chest. They were going to make love. She was going to feel what a woman feels. The thought made her happy to her very soul.
She looked around his room quickly, perfectly aware that at any moment, he would make her forget her surroundings. Best if she orient herself while she could.
His room was simple. A big four poster bed on the far wall, dressers and wardrobes of simple dark wood. No mirror, she realized with surprise. Of course not, the man was perfect. He didn’t need a mirror to tell him that.
He stood in the middle of the room. Continuing to cradle her in his arms as he looked down at her. She felt her heart jump. The man looked as if he wanted to consume her in a single bite. Like he wanted to have her every way imaginable.
“Are you sure?” he asked. “Once I put you on that bed. I won’t be able to stop. You could tempt a stone mountain, woman.”
She laughed. “Yes, I am sure,” she said as she stared up into his eyes. “One time, tonight, yes.”
He smiled slowly as he thought of what was to come. It sent a warm shiver down his spine as ideas and fantasies jumped through his head.
Setting her on her feet, he slowly untied her robe and pushed it off her shoulders.
He gasped when he saw her standing there in his shirt. Her bare legs exposed to the night air and to his burning gaze. He gave her a devilish grin, then stepped forward to start unbuttoning the shirt.
She suddenly became nervous. What should she be doing? How was this supposed to go? She thought to the dancing master Flint had hired
She smiled to herself. Oh, how she wanted to be taken by this man.
Her body tingled as his hand roamed to her rear and began to kneed and caress. Her heart raced, and she had to fight to catch her breath.
“Oh Flint,” she said, as she felt his hardness pressing against her tummy. The feeling sent a pure bolt of joy through her. He wanted her as much as she wanted him. He desired her. A man like this. A man such as Flint wanted her, the girl from Fifth Point.
He stopped kissing her for a moment and looked down into her eyes. He seemed to be asking her a question.
All she could do was stare back and nod. Yes, please.
He smiled, then bent and swiftly scooped her up into her arms.
“Flint,” she exclaimed. “What are you doing?”
“I am taking you to my lair,” he rumbled.
“I can walk,” she said.
“And, I can carry you. Since I am bigger, we will do it my way.”
She buried her head into his chest and held on. Oh, how she had dreamed of this. Oh, how she had prayed that this man would want her. But, it was so much more than she had thought it would be.
This feeling of power that flowed between them. This feeling of rightness with the world.
But, what if she wasn’t any good. What if he found her lacking? A dozen bad thoughts threatened to take over. No, she told herself. She would not allow the negative thoughts. Not tonight. Tonight she was going to enjoy. Tonight she was going to experience and remember. It might very well be her last happy moment on this earth, she was not going to waste it on silly worries and regrets.
His hand under her legs shifted and slipped up under her robe to caress her bare skin.
She swallowed hard as small tingles traveled up her legs to her very center. She felt herself grow wet and swollen with want and need.
Holding him tight, she bit her lip, less he hear her cry of desire. Or worse, the servants, hear her moan of ecstasy as he carried her up the stairs. The least she could do was wait until they reached his room before she lost all sense of propriety.
He smiled down at her. Perfectly aware of what he was doing. His fingers tracing long, languid circles on the back of her thigh. It was enough to make a girl cry.
When he reached his room, she bent and turned the knob for him, looking up at him with a mischievous grin.
He answered with his smirk, then stepped into his room.
Chapter Eight
Laila’s heart continued to pound in her chest. They were going to make love. She was going to feel what a woman feels. The thought made her happy to her very soul.
She looked around his room quickly, perfectly aware that at any moment, he would make her forget her surroundings. Best if she orient herself while she could.
His room was simple. A big four poster bed on the far wall, dressers and wardrobes of simple dark wood. No mirror, she realized with surprise. Of course not, the man was perfect. He didn’t need a mirror to tell him that.
He stood in the middle of the room. Continuing to cradle her in his arms as he looked down at her. She felt her heart jump. The man looked as if he wanted to consume her in a single bite. Like he wanted to have her every way imaginable.
“Are you sure?” he asked. “Once I put you on that bed. I won’t be able to stop. You could tempt a stone mountain, woman.”
She laughed. “Yes, I am sure,” she said as she stared up into his eyes. “One time, tonight, yes.”
He smiled slowly as he thought of what was to come. It sent a warm shiver down his spine as ideas and fantasies jumped through his head.
Setting her on her feet, he slowly untied her robe and pushed it off her shoulders.
He gasped when he saw her standing there in his shirt. Her bare legs exposed to the night air and to his burning gaze. He gave her a devilish grin, then stepped forward to start unbuttoning the shirt.
She suddenly became nervous. What should she be doing? How was this supposed to go? She thought to the dancing master Flint had hired
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