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Authors: Constance O'Banyon
Tags: Fiction, Romance, Historical, Native Americans, 19th century, Abduction, King, true love, goddess, Protection, Prince, Indian, American West, dove, savage, Courted, Suitors, Lagonda Tribe, Rescued, White People
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the earth to keep her safe. She was a part of him. The love he had once given to a dream now belonged to her.
The image of her had been with him for so long. She was perfection. She was the reason he had always found fault with all others. She was everything that was good in the world. She was beauty and love.
Tajarez turned his head to look at her, and found she was watching him.
Mara touched his face softly. "It would seem I owe you my life once more." She smiled weakly and rolled over to her stomach. "You do not understand my words, but my father once told me a kiss and a smile are both the universal language. I do not suppose the Indians know about a kiss. I will give you a kiss such as I would give my brother."
Tajarez felt suddenly paralyzed. He watched as her lips came near and brushed his cheek softly. Mara laughed at the startled look on his face. "I see you do not like the kiss. It is merely my way of saying thank you."
Mara's eyes looked deeply into his and she drew in her breath at the fire that she saw in the brown depths. She felt a weakness in the pit of her stomach as she felt his hand slide slowly around her neck. With gentle pressure he pulled her forward. Mara felt his warm breath tease her lips, and she began to tremble. Her heart seemed to overflow with feelings she did not understand.
She waited for what seemed an eternity for his lips to reach hers, and when they finally touched her mouth, she felt the earth move. It was as if a thousand stars exploded within her head. At first his kiss was soft as he applied gentle pressure to her lips. Then the feel of her ignited a fire within him, and his lips took command of hers in a deep, searching kiss.
Mara no longer doubted that the Indian knew about kissing. She was being very thoroughly kissed by a master who knew much about pleasing a woman.
Tajarez crushed her in his arms as he felt his passion swell within his body. This was what he had wanted to do for so long. His hands moved over her soft body. He was driven wild with desire. Mara felt as though her body was on fire. His hands were touching, feeling, arousing.
This was love so pure, so intense, that it washed over her as the river had minutes before. She did not doubt for one moment that it was real and lasting love she felt for him. It did not matter to her that they were from two different worlds, and that her father would probably call him a savage. All that mattered was that she was in his arms and he was no longer ignoring her. She wondered when the love she felt for him had first came to life. Maybe it was when she had first seen him.
Tajarez raised his head and looked deeply into her eyes. Mara saw the dark eyes soften. She was young and innocent, but she knew he wanted more from her than just a kiss. She looked at his handsome face. There was a question he was silently asking her as his eyes settled on her soft lips. She knew as surely as if he had spoken aloud that he was asking her if she wanted him to stop.
There was danger in allowing him to kiss her again, and Mara hesitated only a moment before she moved forward to meet his lips halfway. She moaned as his lips settled on hers, not a gentle kiss, but one that was hard and demanding. Mara's arms went around his neck. As she pulled him tightly against her, she felt the weight of his body as he rolled her over and pinned her body beneath his.
Never had Tajarez wanted a woman as he wanted her. She was an innocent child, but she stirred his blood as no woman with more experience could. His lips moved to her neck, to the small pulse beat drumming in her throat.
Mara laced her hands through his long ebony hair and closed her eyes, letting the beautiful feelings he had awakened in her body take over her being.
Tajarez rested his cheek against her face, reveling in the silkiness of her skin. He wished he could tell her of his love.
"I love you. I love you," she whispered.
Tajarez raised his head and cupped her chin in his hand. She
The image of her had been with him for so long. She was perfection. She was the reason he had always found fault with all others. She was everything that was good in the world. She was beauty and love.
Tajarez turned his head to look at her, and found she was watching him.
Mara touched his face softly. "It would seem I owe you my life once more." She smiled weakly and rolled over to her stomach. "You do not understand my words, but my father once told me a kiss and a smile are both the universal language. I do not suppose the Indians know about a kiss. I will give you a kiss such as I would give my brother."
Tajarez felt suddenly paralyzed. He watched as her lips came near and brushed his cheek softly. Mara laughed at the startled look on his face. "I see you do not like the kiss. It is merely my way of saying thank you."
Mara's eyes looked deeply into his and she drew in her breath at the fire that she saw in the brown depths. She felt a weakness in the pit of her stomach as she felt his hand slide slowly around her neck. With gentle pressure he pulled her forward. Mara felt his warm breath tease her lips, and she began to tremble. Her heart seemed to overflow with feelings she did not understand.
She waited for what seemed an eternity for his lips to reach hers, and when they finally touched her mouth, she felt the earth move. It was as if a thousand stars exploded within her head. At first his kiss was soft as he applied gentle pressure to her lips. Then the feel of her ignited a fire within him, and his lips took command of hers in a deep, searching kiss.
Mara no longer doubted that the Indian knew about kissing. She was being very thoroughly kissed by a master who knew much about pleasing a woman.
Tajarez crushed her in his arms as he felt his passion swell within his body. This was what he had wanted to do for so long. His hands moved over her soft body. He was driven wild with desire. Mara felt as though her body was on fire. His hands were touching, feeling, arousing.
This was love so pure, so intense, that it washed over her as the river had minutes before. She did not doubt for one moment that it was real and lasting love she felt for him. It did not matter to her that they were from two different worlds, and that her father would probably call him a savage. All that mattered was that she was in his arms and he was no longer ignoring her. She wondered when the love she felt for him had first came to life. Maybe it was when she had first seen him.
Tajarez raised his head and looked deeply into her eyes. Mara saw the dark eyes soften. She was young and innocent, but she knew he wanted more from her than just a kiss. She looked at his handsome face. There was a question he was silently asking her as his eyes settled on her soft lips. She knew as surely as if he had spoken aloud that he was asking her if she wanted him to stop.
There was danger in allowing him to kiss her again, and Mara hesitated only a moment before she moved forward to meet his lips halfway. She moaned as his lips settled on hers, not a gentle kiss, but one that was hard and demanding. Mara's arms went around his neck. As she pulled him tightly against her, she felt the weight of his body as he rolled her over and pinned her body beneath his.
Never had Tajarez wanted a woman as he wanted her. She was an innocent child, but she stirred his blood as no woman with more experience could. His lips moved to her neck, to the small pulse beat drumming in her throat.
Mara laced her hands through his long ebony hair and closed her eyes, letting the beautiful feelings he had awakened in her body take over her being.
Tajarez rested his cheek against her face, reveling in the silkiness of her skin. He wished he could tell her of his love.
"I love you. I love you," she whispered.
Tajarez raised his head and cupped her chin in his hand. She
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