and she milked him with each long stroke.
Isabella cried softly. "You, I want only you."
Yes, he'd give her anything she asked. He flipped her easily onto her stomach, raised her to her knees, held her under the hips with one arm, and parted her legs with the other.
He slid into her from behind. Her broken cry of pleasure escaped her lips, while he stroked her to completion. He bit her neck playfully, and pressed down just enough to inflict a tiny impression in her skin while he continued to piston his cock into her. Her orgasm exploded around him and he followed her into bliss, throwing back his head with a cry of triumph.
How would he ever let her go?
* * * * *
A gauzy, bright yellow sundress caressed her in the lazy breeze. Isabella stood amidst fragrant pink peonies and purple azalea bushes in Lyon's opulent gardens. A ladybug alit on her dress, seemingly content to rest on the cottony fabric, and Isabella smiled at the peace she found among the myriad of rainbow colors she'd grown to love since childhood.
Another ladybug joined the first and Isabella's thoughts turned to Lyon. This place, these roses, a castle in the mountains, all seemed like something from a fairy tale.
But fairy tales didn't exist, except for the beast.
Lyon Sauvage.
Her jailer, her lover, or her savior?
All or none?
She'd agreed to come here and he'd taken full advantage of their agreement. Why shouldn't he?
No, she admitted, as she watched a purple butterfly climb onto her finger, flutter its graceful wings, and then fly away.
Face facts. He makes me feel wanted, loved, and sexy.
Day dreaming soon turned to sleepiness. Isabella lay in the velvet grass, one hand over her eyes to block the sun. Surrounded by the sound of birds and the gentle swaying of the trees and heavenly flora, she dozed off.
* * * * *
"Did you take care of the matter we discussed, Gerard?" The voices of Lyon and his assistant, Gerard, woke her. Isabella hesitated, electing not to reveal herself. She couldn't help but catch a fragment of conversation that clearly concerned her situation.
"Yes, sir. The debt has been paid. My people took care of this Al person Thursday evening."
Isabella's heart slammed inside her ribs. Lyon had paid the debt before she'd even arrived. Why? Had Lyon been so sure she'd come to him?
"Good work. And did you tell this "Al" person it would be in his best interest if he left the state permanently?"
"One of my men personally escorted him to the state line, sir. He won't be bothering Miss Isabella again."
His audible sigh of relief wasn’t lost on Isabella. "Thank you, Gerard. I couldn’t bear the thought of anyone hurting her."
The ensuing silence told Isabella they'd left the area.
Lyon had paid the debt, saved her and her father's business, and he hadn't hurt her. He'd kept his promise.
Isabella wrapped her arms around herself, surrounded by the warmth of the summer sun. She inhaled deeply of the sweet, pungent fragrance of honeysuckle mixed with lilacs and roses.
I couldn’t bear the thought of anyone hurting her.
She shook her head in disbelief a moment later. How can I leave now? What kind of woman would that make me? The same woman who left him five years ago after he gave his unconditional support and affection, she concluded.
Yes, he'd given her an ultimatum. If she wanted the debt paid, she'd agreed to play his companion for the weekend and even have sex with him in public. She'd appeared in public wearing no underwear, submitted to his insatiable sexual cravings whenever the mood struck him.
Harboring lustful thoughts of his insatiable appetite, Isabella envisioned his hands on her flesh, causing her to writhe with ravenous passion. Her nipples tingled as they rubbed against the bodice of her sundress.
Lyon Sauvage had kept his word. Isabella realized he'd done all for her, and felt shame at the thought of leaving him. But her time with Lyon would end soon. Why did those thoughts make her sad?
She had to
Isabella cried softly. "You, I want only you."
Yes, he'd give her anything she asked. He flipped her easily onto her stomach, raised her to her knees, held her under the hips with one arm, and parted her legs with the other.
He slid into her from behind. Her broken cry of pleasure escaped her lips, while he stroked her to completion. He bit her neck playfully, and pressed down just enough to inflict a tiny impression in her skin while he continued to piston his cock into her. Her orgasm exploded around him and he followed her into bliss, throwing back his head with a cry of triumph.
How would he ever let her go?
* * * * *
A gauzy, bright yellow sundress caressed her in the lazy breeze. Isabella stood amidst fragrant pink peonies and purple azalea bushes in Lyon's opulent gardens. A ladybug alit on her dress, seemingly content to rest on the cottony fabric, and Isabella smiled at the peace she found among the myriad of rainbow colors she'd grown to love since childhood.
Another ladybug joined the first and Isabella's thoughts turned to Lyon. This place, these roses, a castle in the mountains, all seemed like something from a fairy tale.
But fairy tales didn't exist, except for the beast.
Lyon Sauvage.
Her jailer, her lover, or her savior?
All or none?
She'd agreed to come here and he'd taken full advantage of their agreement. Why shouldn't he?
No, she admitted, as she watched a purple butterfly climb onto her finger, flutter its graceful wings, and then fly away.
Face facts. He makes me feel wanted, loved, and sexy.
Day dreaming soon turned to sleepiness. Isabella lay in the velvet grass, one hand over her eyes to block the sun. Surrounded by the sound of birds and the gentle swaying of the trees and heavenly flora, she dozed off.
* * * * *
"Did you take care of the matter we discussed, Gerard?" The voices of Lyon and his assistant, Gerard, woke her. Isabella hesitated, electing not to reveal herself. She couldn't help but catch a fragment of conversation that clearly concerned her situation.
"Yes, sir. The debt has been paid. My people took care of this Al person Thursday evening."
Isabella's heart slammed inside her ribs. Lyon had paid the debt before she'd even arrived. Why? Had Lyon been so sure she'd come to him?
"Good work. And did you tell this "Al" person it would be in his best interest if he left the state permanently?"
"One of my men personally escorted him to the state line, sir. He won't be bothering Miss Isabella again."
His audible sigh of relief wasn’t lost on Isabella. "Thank you, Gerard. I couldn’t bear the thought of anyone hurting her."
The ensuing silence told Isabella they'd left the area.
Lyon had paid the debt, saved her and her father's business, and he hadn't hurt her. He'd kept his promise.
Isabella wrapped her arms around herself, surrounded by the warmth of the summer sun. She inhaled deeply of the sweet, pungent fragrance of honeysuckle mixed with lilacs and roses.
I couldn’t bear the thought of anyone hurting her.
She shook her head in disbelief a moment later. How can I leave now? What kind of woman would that make me? The same woman who left him five years ago after he gave his unconditional support and affection, she concluded.
Yes, he'd given her an ultimatum. If she wanted the debt paid, she'd agreed to play his companion for the weekend and even have sex with him in public. She'd appeared in public wearing no underwear, submitted to his insatiable sexual cravings whenever the mood struck him.
Harboring lustful thoughts of his insatiable appetite, Isabella envisioned his hands on her flesh, causing her to writhe with ravenous passion. Her nipples tingled as they rubbed against the bodice of her sundress.
Lyon Sauvage had kept his word. Isabella realized he'd done all for her, and felt shame at the thought of leaving him. But her time with Lyon would end soon. Why did those thoughts make her sad?
She had to
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