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direction.”
“This particular messenger doesn’t give a damn about my wrath, but I believe you’ll agree he’s reliable.” His expression became grave. “I’ll also have a message sent to Bruner to let him know you’re safe. The only promise I’ll ask you to make is to cooperate in letting me smuggle you over the border into Switzerland.”
“I’m not unreasonable. If you can arrange for me to complete my business with Father Dinot, I’ll be glad to leave Tamrovia. I can’t say I’ve had a very pleasant stay here.”
“I’m sorry. It’s really a wonderful country.” His expression was earnest. “I could show you places—”
“Karpathan, I’m afraid it’s too late for a travelogue. Now don’t you think you could let me get up?”
“Sandor,” he prompted softly. “I want to hear you say my name.”
“Sand—” She inhaled sharply as she looked up into his eyes. They were communicating something so heated and basic, she felt a tremor run through her.
“Again.” His fingers on her rib cage were no longer impersonal, but intimately sensual, as they moved beneath her breasts in a slow, easy rhythm. “I like it. Say it again.”
Her throat was so tight, she wasn’t sure she could form the word again. She was conscious of a slow, hot, melting sensation in her limbs and at the apex of her thighs. Melting, and yet tingling as if those sensitive places were being lazily stirred by the motion of his fingers. “Sandor,” she whispered.
“You have the most magnificent …” His hands pushed up gently, throwing her full, ripe breasts into bold prominence. His eyes were fastened with searing hunger on the mounds jutting against the cotton of her shirt. “I can still see you standing in your bedroom with your breasts spilling out of that little scrap of a bra.” His fingers pushed her still higher. A shudder went through him. “I thought you’d probably spill out of my palms like that too.” His fingertips were gently rubbing and smoothing the sides of her breasts. “I’d like to see them do that. I’d like to have you leaning over me, and be able to open my mouth and—” He brokeoff and closed his eyes. “I lay there beside you last night and thought how soft you’d be if I unbuttoned your blouse and put my hand on you. I kept telling myself just touching you for a second wouldn’t hurt.” He opened his eyes, and they were soft and glazed with hunger. “But I knew I wouldn’t stop there. I’d have to use my mouth and my—”
“Stop.” Alessandra moistened her lips with her tongue. Her breasts felt taut and swollen, as if they would burst through the cloth confining them. She was burning up. Tingling. Even the soles of her feet were tingling. “I’m getting confused. I don’t want … It’s too fast.”
“I know.” The words were grated from between his teeth. “But it’s happening. You know it’s happening.”
She couldn’t lie to him. “Yes.”
“Good.” A little of the tension drained out of him. “At least you admit I’m not alone in this. It helps to know that. It may even keep me from jumping the gun until you become accustomed to the idea.” He added quietly, “I probably wouldn’t be this generous with my patience if I didn’t know there’s an excellent possibility we’re being watched by the perimeter guards. I want you very much.” His hands reluctantly left her. “I’ve never before wanted anyone or anything this much in my life.”
The expression on her face revealed how troubled she felt. “I can’t promise anything. I don’t know if—”
“Well,
I
know,” he said as he swung off her and-rose to his feet. “But I’ve asked you to promise enough for one day.” He took her hand and pulled her to her feet. “You’re an honest woman. When you’re ready to commit yourself, you’ll come to meand tell me.” His expression was suddenly grave. “You
will
belong to me, Alessandra.”
She bent and picked up the poncho from the
“This particular messenger doesn’t give a damn about my wrath, but I believe you’ll agree he’s reliable.” His expression became grave. “I’ll also have a message sent to Bruner to let him know you’re safe. The only promise I’ll ask you to make is to cooperate in letting me smuggle you over the border into Switzerland.”
“I’m not unreasonable. If you can arrange for me to complete my business with Father Dinot, I’ll be glad to leave Tamrovia. I can’t say I’ve had a very pleasant stay here.”
“I’m sorry. It’s really a wonderful country.” His expression was earnest. “I could show you places—”
“Karpathan, I’m afraid it’s too late for a travelogue. Now don’t you think you could let me get up?”
“Sandor,” he prompted softly. “I want to hear you say my name.”
“Sand—” She inhaled sharply as she looked up into his eyes. They were communicating something so heated and basic, she felt a tremor run through her.
“Again.” His fingers on her rib cage were no longer impersonal, but intimately sensual, as they moved beneath her breasts in a slow, easy rhythm. “I like it. Say it again.”
Her throat was so tight, she wasn’t sure she could form the word again. She was conscious of a slow, hot, melting sensation in her limbs and at the apex of her thighs. Melting, and yet tingling as if those sensitive places were being lazily stirred by the motion of his fingers. “Sandor,” she whispered.
“You have the most magnificent …” His hands pushed up gently, throwing her full, ripe breasts into bold prominence. His eyes were fastened with searing hunger on the mounds jutting against the cotton of her shirt. “I can still see you standing in your bedroom with your breasts spilling out of that little scrap of a bra.” His fingers pushed her still higher. A shudder went through him. “I thought you’d probably spill out of my palms like that too.” His fingertips were gently rubbing and smoothing the sides of her breasts. “I’d like to see them do that. I’d like to have you leaning over me, and be able to open my mouth and—” He brokeoff and closed his eyes. “I lay there beside you last night and thought how soft you’d be if I unbuttoned your blouse and put my hand on you. I kept telling myself just touching you for a second wouldn’t hurt.” He opened his eyes, and they were soft and glazed with hunger. “But I knew I wouldn’t stop there. I’d have to use my mouth and my—”
“Stop.” Alessandra moistened her lips with her tongue. Her breasts felt taut and swollen, as if they would burst through the cloth confining them. She was burning up. Tingling. Even the soles of her feet were tingling. “I’m getting confused. I don’t want … It’s too fast.”
“I know.” The words were grated from between his teeth. “But it’s happening. You know it’s happening.”
She couldn’t lie to him. “Yes.”
“Good.” A little of the tension drained out of him. “At least you admit I’m not alone in this. It helps to know that. It may even keep me from jumping the gun until you become accustomed to the idea.” He added quietly, “I probably wouldn’t be this generous with my patience if I didn’t know there’s an excellent possibility we’re being watched by the perimeter guards. I want you very much.” His hands reluctantly left her. “I’ve never before wanted anyone or anything this much in my life.”
The expression on her face revealed how troubled she felt. “I can’t promise anything. I don’t know if—”
“Well,
I
know,” he said as he swung off her and-rose to his feet. “But I’ve asked you to promise enough for one day.” He took her hand and pulled her to her feet. “You’re an honest woman. When you’re ready to commit yourself, you’ll come to meand tell me.” His expression was suddenly grave. “You
will
belong to me, Alessandra.”
She bent and picked up the poncho from the
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