away in two pieces that now hung from her arms.
In her shock, she heard his disappointed sigh. “Now what is that contraption that binds you?”
Her bra. He was staring at her bra, and she could see it in his expression, the moment he decided he had figured out how to get rid of that too.
Her arms came up immediately to cross in front of her. Pillaging and raping might havebeen standard practice in his time, but this wasn’t his time, it was hers.
Sternly now, and desperately trying to overlook the fact that she was standing there only half-dressed, she said, “I don’t know what you think you’re doing, but you can’t do it. You can’t just take anything you want here. You have to ask—and my answer is no.”
He merely grinned at that. “Then why would I be so foolish as to ask?”
“You’re missing the point—”
“Nay, I understand you plainly. You wish me to grovel, yet that I will not do. The last wench to possess my sword also uttered such nonsense. But you, lady, were warned that I have a large appetite.”
“For food,” she quickly reminded him.
“And fighting…and women. And it has been too long ere I have enjoyed the pleasures of a comely wench.”
“I’m sorry to hear that, but you’ll have to continue your abstinence a little longer.”
“I think not.”
He sat down on her side of the bed then, and the next thing she knew, two hands were gripping her hips and drawing her forward between his spread legs, closer, then closer still, until she lost her balance and fell toward him. She heard his laugh just before her chest collided with his, and then he rolled, placing her beneath him on the bed.
Stimuli came at her in waves—his weight, very real, very solid, very heavy; his rough cheek scratching against hers as his mouthsought and found her lips. There was nothing even remotely insubstantial about the body pressing her down into the mattress. And the lips moving over hers were the most sensual she’d ever tasted.
The fear she still felt had to be contributing to the riot of sensations going on inside her. Her heart had never pumped so hard. Her blood was racing, causing a tingling feeling throughout her body. And when his teeth tugged at her lower lip just before he sucked on it, she came damn close to…
She couldn’t even find her voice when his mouth left hers to drift down to her neck. She could have demanded he stop what he was doing, could have regained some meager control of the situation, but she was too busy experiencing the uniqueness of having her whole body come wildly alive.
And then one side of her bra was being pulled down. He was using his teeth to do it. His large hands were gripping her sides, near her breasts, but not quite touching them. That his fingers were so close was driving her crazy. But when her breast popped free, the edge of the lacy material beneath it now, pushing it up, her nipple puckered immediately. No sooner did she gasp at the tightening there than her breast was surrounded by the heat of his mouth, completely surrounded, and being slowly drawn on.
She moaned, arching toward that heat. She couldn’t help it. The chemistry was right. For the first time, it was exactly right, and shewas combusting. And then he was looking down at her, grinning down at her actually.
“Still think me a ghostly being, lady?”
It sank in slowly, finally reaching her befuddled mind, but when it did, she felt—she wasn’t sure what, but it wasn’t nice. He’d done what he just did merely to prove to her that he could. He wasn’t actually going to rape her—or make love to her, however she chose to look at it. And now that her senses were returning to normal, she didn’t know if she should be disappointed or relieved.
“You have been twice warned, wench. Summon me again, and you will see to my needs, all of them.”
“I’m supposed to offer you a fight also? Do I get to use your sword for it, or do you?”
She could have said the devil made her
In her shock, she heard his disappointed sigh. “Now what is that contraption that binds you?”
Her bra. He was staring at her bra, and she could see it in his expression, the moment he decided he had figured out how to get rid of that too.
Her arms came up immediately to cross in front of her. Pillaging and raping might havebeen standard practice in his time, but this wasn’t his time, it was hers.
Sternly now, and desperately trying to overlook the fact that she was standing there only half-dressed, she said, “I don’t know what you think you’re doing, but you can’t do it. You can’t just take anything you want here. You have to ask—and my answer is no.”
He merely grinned at that. “Then why would I be so foolish as to ask?”
“You’re missing the point—”
“Nay, I understand you plainly. You wish me to grovel, yet that I will not do. The last wench to possess my sword also uttered such nonsense. But you, lady, were warned that I have a large appetite.”
“For food,” she quickly reminded him.
“And fighting…and women. And it has been too long ere I have enjoyed the pleasures of a comely wench.”
“I’m sorry to hear that, but you’ll have to continue your abstinence a little longer.”
“I think not.”
He sat down on her side of the bed then, and the next thing she knew, two hands were gripping her hips and drawing her forward between his spread legs, closer, then closer still, until she lost her balance and fell toward him. She heard his laugh just before her chest collided with his, and then he rolled, placing her beneath him on the bed.
Stimuli came at her in waves—his weight, very real, very solid, very heavy; his rough cheek scratching against hers as his mouthsought and found her lips. There was nothing even remotely insubstantial about the body pressing her down into the mattress. And the lips moving over hers were the most sensual she’d ever tasted.
The fear she still felt had to be contributing to the riot of sensations going on inside her. Her heart had never pumped so hard. Her blood was racing, causing a tingling feeling throughout her body. And when his teeth tugged at her lower lip just before he sucked on it, she came damn close to…
She couldn’t even find her voice when his mouth left hers to drift down to her neck. She could have demanded he stop what he was doing, could have regained some meager control of the situation, but she was too busy experiencing the uniqueness of having her whole body come wildly alive.
And then one side of her bra was being pulled down. He was using his teeth to do it. His large hands were gripping her sides, near her breasts, but not quite touching them. That his fingers were so close was driving her crazy. But when her breast popped free, the edge of the lacy material beneath it now, pushing it up, her nipple puckered immediately. No sooner did she gasp at the tightening there than her breast was surrounded by the heat of his mouth, completely surrounded, and being slowly drawn on.
She moaned, arching toward that heat. She couldn’t help it. The chemistry was right. For the first time, it was exactly right, and shewas combusting. And then he was looking down at her, grinning down at her actually.
“Still think me a ghostly being, lady?”
It sank in slowly, finally reaching her befuddled mind, but when it did, she felt—she wasn’t sure what, but it wasn’t nice. He’d done what he just did merely to prove to her that he could. He wasn’t actually going to rape her—or make love to her, however she chose to look at it. And now that her senses were returning to normal, she didn’t know if she should be disappointed or relieved.
“You have been twice warned, wench. Summon me again, and you will see to my needs, all of them.”
“I’m supposed to offer you a fight also? Do I get to use your sword for it, or do you?”
She could have said the devil made her
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