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reverent awe.
“Again,” he whispered urgently as the last wave a pleasure shuddered through her. “I need you again.” He rolled to his back, bringing her on top of him and started the sensual dance all over again, arching up to pulse deeper inside of her. His heated hands brought her nipples to aching peaks before he soothed them with his tongue, then drove her even higher by suckling the hardened points as he rhythmically stroked her burning clitoris. This time the climax convulsing through her sent her hurtling into a white hot abyss of exploding colors and sounds that stole her consciousness as she collapsed in his arms.
J ameson couldn’t get enough and would ironically die trying, he thought ruefully as he lay next to Kris. The candles had burned to nubs and the fireplace embers were barely visible across the moonlit room. They’d slept for a time until he’d reached for her again and she’d opened to him without hesitation. Now, not more than an hour later, he was hard and needy. He was so turned on to have her in his arms that his mind and body didn’t want anything but to be inside of her.
Or was it his desperation to have as much of her as possible before she learned everything? Would she leave then? Would she hate him for luring her to him? Could she possibly forgive him?
Gently covering her lithe yet lush nakedness, he went in search of a cold shower and the strength to face the approaching dawn. He had a promise to keep, and even if she were only his for this one night, he would pay the price.
Krisana wasn’t Anya, but Anya’s spirit lived within Krisana. After last night, Jameson’s heart and soul knew it completely and he would do anything for them both. Always.
From the moment he’d first seen Anya in that concentration camp hell, he’d lost all reason and control. Though it was strictly against the rules for a paranormal to expose his gifts to humans, Jameson had picked Anya up in his arms and flew straight up out of the camp to disappear into the clouds. Hundreds of soldiers and prisoners had seen him. He’d taken her to a London hospital and assured that she got the best doctors money could buy before reappearing with his unit back at Bergen-Belsen. He’d expected to face a lot of questions, but nobody said a word. Jameson later learned that Phineas had wiped the memory from the soldiers who had seen Jameson’s flight. And nobody really listened to any of the prisoners’ stories about the flying soldier. They were all very ill. The Paratribunal had reprimanded Jameson for his infraction, but had suspended any punishment in light of the circumstance among horrific times.
But there was no escaping facing the Paratribunal this morning. He’d given his pledge and it was time to fulfill that promise.
K risana awoke slowly. Sunlight and an unbelievable delicious feeling of being thoroughly loved, warmed her being. The words mon âme soeur whispered over and over in her mind. She stretched against the satin sheets, reaching for the man whom she could still feel and smell, but found the bed empty.
Frowning, she sat up, wondering if she’d imagined it all. But the cross between her breasts, her nakedness, and the remnants of seductive candles, told her that her lover had been real. Then she found a note propped against his pillow.
Dear Kris,
Forgive me but I had unavoidable business to attend. Believe me, I’d much rather spend today as I had last night. Think of me, as I am of you.
Yours, JD
The note warmed her from the inside out. Wincing at some unaccustomed soreness, she slipped from the bed and spied her suitcase and purse standing in the doorway of a luxurious bath. JD had moved her things from the room Martha had given her to his. It made it convenient for her this morning, but she wasn’t about to move into his room with him.
Kris quickly showered and dressed. It was Valentine’s Day and her birthday. Two important days that would now be marked by two
“Again,” he whispered urgently as the last wave a pleasure shuddered through her. “I need you again.” He rolled to his back, bringing her on top of him and started the sensual dance all over again, arching up to pulse deeper inside of her. His heated hands brought her nipples to aching peaks before he soothed them with his tongue, then drove her even higher by suckling the hardened points as he rhythmically stroked her burning clitoris. This time the climax convulsing through her sent her hurtling into a white hot abyss of exploding colors and sounds that stole her consciousness as she collapsed in his arms.
J ameson couldn’t get enough and would ironically die trying, he thought ruefully as he lay next to Kris. The candles had burned to nubs and the fireplace embers were barely visible across the moonlit room. They’d slept for a time until he’d reached for her again and she’d opened to him without hesitation. Now, not more than an hour later, he was hard and needy. He was so turned on to have her in his arms that his mind and body didn’t want anything but to be inside of her.
Or was it his desperation to have as much of her as possible before she learned everything? Would she leave then? Would she hate him for luring her to him? Could she possibly forgive him?
Gently covering her lithe yet lush nakedness, he went in search of a cold shower and the strength to face the approaching dawn. He had a promise to keep, and even if she were only his for this one night, he would pay the price.
Krisana wasn’t Anya, but Anya’s spirit lived within Krisana. After last night, Jameson’s heart and soul knew it completely and he would do anything for them both. Always.
From the moment he’d first seen Anya in that concentration camp hell, he’d lost all reason and control. Though it was strictly against the rules for a paranormal to expose his gifts to humans, Jameson had picked Anya up in his arms and flew straight up out of the camp to disappear into the clouds. Hundreds of soldiers and prisoners had seen him. He’d taken her to a London hospital and assured that she got the best doctors money could buy before reappearing with his unit back at Bergen-Belsen. He’d expected to face a lot of questions, but nobody said a word. Jameson later learned that Phineas had wiped the memory from the soldiers who had seen Jameson’s flight. And nobody really listened to any of the prisoners’ stories about the flying soldier. They were all very ill. The Paratribunal had reprimanded Jameson for his infraction, but had suspended any punishment in light of the circumstance among horrific times.
But there was no escaping facing the Paratribunal this morning. He’d given his pledge and it was time to fulfill that promise.
K risana awoke slowly. Sunlight and an unbelievable delicious feeling of being thoroughly loved, warmed her being. The words mon âme soeur whispered over and over in her mind. She stretched against the satin sheets, reaching for the man whom she could still feel and smell, but found the bed empty.
Frowning, she sat up, wondering if she’d imagined it all. But the cross between her breasts, her nakedness, and the remnants of seductive candles, told her that her lover had been real. Then she found a note propped against his pillow.
Dear Kris,
Forgive me but I had unavoidable business to attend. Believe me, I’d much rather spend today as I had last night. Think of me, as I am of you.
Yours, JD
The note warmed her from the inside out. Wincing at some unaccustomed soreness, she slipped from the bed and spied her suitcase and purse standing in the doorway of a luxurious bath. JD had moved her things from the room Martha had given her to his. It made it convenient for her this morning, but she wasn’t about to move into his room with him.
Kris quickly showered and dressed. It was Valentine’s Day and her birthday. Two important days that would now be marked by two
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