Read Online Sweet Savage Surrender by Kathryn Hockett - Free Book Online Page B
Authors: Kathryn Hockett
Tags: Romance
Ads: Link
that spread all through her body. "My mission is to protect my people. Please understand."
Skyraven saw by the look in his eyes that he was deeply troubled. So, she was right to be cautious, she thought. "We want no war!" She drew away slightly. "We are peaceful. All we want is to be able to hunt the buffalo and to roam freely as we please."
Things were so complicated, moreso than he could explain. He wanted to promise her that her people could live as they wanted to, but knew if he said such a thing it would be a lie , and so he remained silent. Gently touching her arm again , he pulled her toward him, hoping he could make her understand without saying it that he was grateful, that he would never do anything to hurt her. His lips brushed hers lightly. When she did not pull away but responded by leaning closer, he captured her lips in a long , passionate kiss.
Sk yraven had heard about the whiteman's "courting" gestures but had never experienced a man's kiss before. Nothing had prepared he for the jolt of sweet fire that swept through her veins as his mouth explored hers, but she liked what he was doing. It was a pleasant sensation. Closing her eyes , she enjoyed the spark that was kindled between them.
John Hanlen reluctantly drew away. Was he dizzy because he was weak, or was the Indian girl's loveliness to blame? Certainly the innocent yielding of her mouth was deeply stirring. He wanted to deepen the embrace , but instead with a regretful sigh he let his head fall b ack upon his make-shift bed.
"Thank you for saving my life , Skyraven" he whispered.
He did not want to be too hasty in his love making and frighten her away. Perhaps it was better that he had very little strength. Besides, she deserved better than just a rough, tumble in the hay. An Indian she might be , but no one deserved more care and attention then this beautiful, gentle, understanding person before him. Undoubtedly there was at least one brave, or two or three who had this young woman in mind f or a wife, i f she wasn't already spoken for. Closing his eyes , he tried to put the thought out of his mind, for it was strangely troubling. It was as if he wanted her to belong to him, but that was foolish. No, a llowing himself to have tender feelings for h er was more than foolish, it was dangerous .
Skyraven carefully folded one of the buffalo robes and placed it under the white soldier's head. "You must sleep now," she said, watching as he closed his eyes. For a long moment she sat beside him, touching her lips, watching the rise and fall of his chest as he eased into sleep. She decided that she liked this joining of the mouths. The white men were right to enjoy such a thing. Though she knew she should not even think about it, she wondered if the white man might k iss her again.
If he does I must push him away , Skyraven thought, angry at herself for such musings. She was Indian and this John Hanlen was not a proper man to share a tepee with. Her grandfather would not approve of such a match. He would counsel her to keep her distance from the white soldier. In the past , mixed marriages had only led to trouble. Didn't she know that by hav ing watched her mother's pain?
Rising to her feet, Skyraven tended the fire , then took a look outside the cave to be sure everything was quiet. The sky was clear with not even a sign of a cloud. Only white puffs of smoke , the village fires, disturbed the perfection of th e darkness. She should go back, she thought , but somehow the day's excitement had finally caught up with her. She was much too weary to make the journey just now. She would rest just a short while and then she would return. Yes, just a short while..... Her eyelids were h eavy and her body was weary. Lying down beside John Hanlen, she closed her eyes, and was soon fast asleep. .
Chapter Seven
The wind
Skyraven saw by the look in his eyes that he was deeply troubled. So, she was right to be cautious, she thought. "We want no war!" She drew away slightly. "We are peaceful. All we want is to be able to hunt the buffalo and to roam freely as we please."
Things were so complicated, moreso than he could explain. He wanted to promise her that her people could live as they wanted to, but knew if he said such a thing it would be a lie , and so he remained silent. Gently touching her arm again , he pulled her toward him, hoping he could make her understand without saying it that he was grateful, that he would never do anything to hurt her. His lips brushed hers lightly. When she did not pull away but responded by leaning closer, he captured her lips in a long , passionate kiss.
Sk yraven had heard about the whiteman's "courting" gestures but had never experienced a man's kiss before. Nothing had prepared he for the jolt of sweet fire that swept through her veins as his mouth explored hers, but she liked what he was doing. It was a pleasant sensation. Closing her eyes , she enjoyed the spark that was kindled between them.
John Hanlen reluctantly drew away. Was he dizzy because he was weak, or was the Indian girl's loveliness to blame? Certainly the innocent yielding of her mouth was deeply stirring. He wanted to deepen the embrace , but instead with a regretful sigh he let his head fall b ack upon his make-shift bed.
"Thank you for saving my life , Skyraven" he whispered.
He did not want to be too hasty in his love making and frighten her away. Perhaps it was better that he had very little strength. Besides, she deserved better than just a rough, tumble in the hay. An Indian she might be , but no one deserved more care and attention then this beautiful, gentle, understanding person before him. Undoubtedly there was at least one brave, or two or three who had this young woman in mind f or a wife, i f she wasn't already spoken for. Closing his eyes , he tried to put the thought out of his mind, for it was strangely troubling. It was as if he wanted her to belong to him, but that was foolish. No, a llowing himself to have tender feelings for h er was more than foolish, it was dangerous .
Skyraven carefully folded one of the buffalo robes and placed it under the white soldier's head. "You must sleep now," she said, watching as he closed his eyes. For a long moment she sat beside him, touching her lips, watching the rise and fall of his chest as he eased into sleep. She decided that she liked this joining of the mouths. The white men were right to enjoy such a thing. Though she knew she should not even think about it, she wondered if the white man might k iss her again.
If he does I must push him away , Skyraven thought, angry at herself for such musings. She was Indian and this John Hanlen was not a proper man to share a tepee with. Her grandfather would not approve of such a match. He would counsel her to keep her distance from the white soldier. In the past , mixed marriages had only led to trouble. Didn't she know that by hav ing watched her mother's pain?
Rising to her feet, Skyraven tended the fire , then took a look outside the cave to be sure everything was quiet. The sky was clear with not even a sign of a cloud. Only white puffs of smoke , the village fires, disturbed the perfection of th e darkness. She should go back, she thought , but somehow the day's excitement had finally caught up with her. She was much too weary to make the journey just now. She would rest just a short while and then she would return. Yes, just a short while..... Her eyelids were h eavy and her body was weary. Lying down beside John Hanlen, she closed her eyes, and was soon fast asleep. .
Chapter Seven
The wind
Similar Books
