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clouded with a confusion of horror and denial and desire and relief. For a moment she became rigid. But his hands moved over her back, and the comforting touch defeated her. Her mind lost its battle against her senses. Duty succumbed to need.
She knew that he knew, but suddenly she didn't care. He raised his head and looked down at her before claiming her with a more demanding kiss. She lost all thought, and let herself submerge beneath the aching desire.
His kiss grew more intimate, probing slowly inside her mouth, and shivering sensations spilled through her limbs and body, finding a destination deep and low inside her. Her arms rose of their own accord and embraced him, bringing her closer yet. Her breasts hardened at the pressure of his chest, and she gasped at the pleasure the contact gave. She turned her head to accept the hot, impatient kisses exploring her neck. She was lost now, utterly lost.
Tight, thrilling pleasure spun through her, building quickly to something excruciating and insistent. He leashed whatever drove him but she could not do the same. More calmly, he caressed the length of her body, and she sighed at this intimacy that both brought relief and made it worse. His firm touch rose and cupped her breast and the sensation, more wonderful than the memories of her dreams, made her cry out. He swallowed the sound with his kiss. His arm arched her up to his seductive hand and he circled and stroked the nipple, driving her to delirium.
He half carried, half guided her over to the bed. He sat on its edge and pulled her between his thighs.
She gazed down at those smoldering eyes and tight jaw and parted straight lips. She had never known that a man could look so beautiful and strong in his passion. She could have looked at him forever. His hands strokeddown her hair, following its path over breasts and stomach and hips. His fingers found the lacing on the side of her gown and untied it.
She couldn't move. She could barely stand. Without his embrace she felt vulnerable and bereft and hungry for contact. She closed her eyes in relief at the faint touch when he slid the gown and shift off her shoulders and arms. The garments fell down low on her hips.
Through lowered lids she watched him look at her nakedness and push her hair aside and trace her breasts with a light touch. He gently caressed and rubbed the hard, begging peaks, and looked up with hot, knowing eyes. She tensed her body for some vague control and pressed her thighs together to relieve that lower, throbbing awareness.
He had driven her mad even before he pulled her closer and teased with his tongue, first at one nipple, then the other. She stroked her hands into his hair and leaned into his tantalizing torture. Her hips squirmed in a shocking way, and he embraced them and took her breast in his mouth. She held his head to her and gave herself over to wonderful, mindless bliss.
He pulled her further, easing back, making to recline. “Come and lie with me, Reyna.”
She looked down at his beautiful face and felt the dream crack. A strange sorrow flooded her. Better for him to have never spoken. Words were rational things and encouraged rational thought. His summoned back her mind, her awareness, her restrictive sense of duty and virtue.
She pressed lightly, stopping him. “I can not. Must not.”
Anger flashed as he realized that she meant it, that she would go no further. Anger and amazement. Hepulled her down on his knee and took her face in his hand. “Is this a challenge, my lady? To see if I spoke the truth when I said there would be no rapes here?”
“Nay,” she said, knowing she was very vulnerable and that no one would ever call it rape now.
He pushed her off his lap onto the bed. She almost fell to the floor. Feeling very ashamed, she scrambled to cover herself with the gown.
He rose. “You have certainly taught this English whoreson a lesson.” He strode to the door. “Do not think to do it again.”
Reyna sat forlornly
She knew that he knew, but suddenly she didn't care. He raised his head and looked down at her before claiming her with a more demanding kiss. She lost all thought, and let herself submerge beneath the aching desire.
His kiss grew more intimate, probing slowly inside her mouth, and shivering sensations spilled through her limbs and body, finding a destination deep and low inside her. Her arms rose of their own accord and embraced him, bringing her closer yet. Her breasts hardened at the pressure of his chest, and she gasped at the pleasure the contact gave. She turned her head to accept the hot, impatient kisses exploring her neck. She was lost now, utterly lost.
Tight, thrilling pleasure spun through her, building quickly to something excruciating and insistent. He leashed whatever drove him but she could not do the same. More calmly, he caressed the length of her body, and she sighed at this intimacy that both brought relief and made it worse. His firm touch rose and cupped her breast and the sensation, more wonderful than the memories of her dreams, made her cry out. He swallowed the sound with his kiss. His arm arched her up to his seductive hand and he circled and stroked the nipple, driving her to delirium.
He half carried, half guided her over to the bed. He sat on its edge and pulled her between his thighs.
She gazed down at those smoldering eyes and tight jaw and parted straight lips. She had never known that a man could look so beautiful and strong in his passion. She could have looked at him forever. His hands strokeddown her hair, following its path over breasts and stomach and hips. His fingers found the lacing on the side of her gown and untied it.
She couldn't move. She could barely stand. Without his embrace she felt vulnerable and bereft and hungry for contact. She closed her eyes in relief at the faint touch when he slid the gown and shift off her shoulders and arms. The garments fell down low on her hips.
Through lowered lids she watched him look at her nakedness and push her hair aside and trace her breasts with a light touch. He gently caressed and rubbed the hard, begging peaks, and looked up with hot, knowing eyes. She tensed her body for some vague control and pressed her thighs together to relieve that lower, throbbing awareness.
He had driven her mad even before he pulled her closer and teased with his tongue, first at one nipple, then the other. She stroked her hands into his hair and leaned into his tantalizing torture. Her hips squirmed in a shocking way, and he embraced them and took her breast in his mouth. She held his head to her and gave herself over to wonderful, mindless bliss.
He pulled her further, easing back, making to recline. “Come and lie with me, Reyna.”
She looked down at his beautiful face and felt the dream crack. A strange sorrow flooded her. Better for him to have never spoken. Words were rational things and encouraged rational thought. His summoned back her mind, her awareness, her restrictive sense of duty and virtue.
She pressed lightly, stopping him. “I can not. Must not.”
Anger flashed as he realized that she meant it, that she would go no further. Anger and amazement. Hepulled her down on his knee and took her face in his hand. “Is this a challenge, my lady? To see if I spoke the truth when I said there would be no rapes here?”
“Nay,” she said, knowing she was very vulnerable and that no one would ever call it rape now.
He pushed her off his lap onto the bed. She almost fell to the floor. Feeling very ashamed, she scrambled to cover herself with the gown.
He rose. “You have certainly taught this English whoreson a lesson.” He strode to the door. “Do not think to do it again.”
Reyna sat forlornly
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