Charlotte Boyett-Compo- Windspectre by Unknown Read Free Book Online Page A

her door and saw some of her personal belongings adorning the tables and walls.
    Everything was exactly as she, herself, would have arranged them. Even the clothing in the closest and drawers were hung as she would have hung them and folded as she would have folded them. It seemed almost too good to be true and it was with pure elation Cathleen kicked off her pumps and flopped down on the bed, arms outstretched with a smile on her face.
    "I am in heaven," she said on a long sigh.
    "I am afraid not, Beloved …."
    Cathleen sat up as though she'd been jerked, her eyes wide. The voice had come from close by and she swung her head from side to side, seeking the speaker but there was no one there. The room was empty.
    Trembling, she went timidly to the bathroom door, hastily flicked on the switch but that room, too, was devoid of visitors. Turning, she stared back through the bedroom and, with her heart pounding, blood rushing in her ears, minced her way to the bedroom door and peaked into the hall.
    "You're hearing things," she finally decided and turned around to find him standing right behind her, a knowing smile on his beautiful face.
    Before she could scream his arm snaked out to slide around her back, pulling her to him. She came up hard against his all-too solid chest, the warmth of his body invading hers as he molded her to him—his free hand plastered to her rump.
    "I have been waiting all day," he said and his lips went to the hollow at the base of her throat.
    In his arms, her entire world tilted to one side and she felt herself falling. She knew she should push him away, should fight him, and cry out but she found she could not. He was a stranger and yet she knew him as well as she knew herself. His arms felt right around her. His body felt familiar. The heated hardness pressing against her stomach was known to her.
    "Do you want me, Cathleen?" he whispered as his cheek pressed against hers, his breath fanned over her ear.
    "I don't ...."
    "Aye, but you do," he said and his voice was a sultry, sensuous purr in her ear.
    His hand cupped her ass, his fingers slipping wickedly against the cleft, pressing the silk of her suit into the valley there. He moved so she was walking backward until her back was against the wall and he was crowding against her with his muscular flesh.
    "I'm not …."
    "You are mine," he interrupted her . "I have claimed you over and over again. Do you not remember?"
    Vague, erotic images flitted across her mind and made her womb clench with memory. She knew these arms that held her, these hands that touched her, this body that pushed against her. She knew these lips that were trailing kisses down the side of her neck, the warm breath, the very smell of his brawny body.
    He removed his arm from behind her and used both hands to ruck her skirt upward, exposing her legs and lower body to him. His stony erection was tight and hard against her belly as the fabric of her skirt was moved aside.
    "Are you ready for me, Sweeting?"
    "Please," she begged. Her head was swimming and faint speckles of light were exploding at the periphery of her vision. The perfume of gardenia wafted beneath her nose to mingle with his male scent and it made her giddy, made her lower body ooze with need.
    His fingers made quick work of her panties, ripping them from her with a satisfying sound that made her sigh with lust.
    "Are you ready for me, Sweeting?" he asked again, the tips of his strong fingers playing along the wet folds of her sex, one dipping just a centimeter into her channel.
    "Oh, yes!" she breathed, trembling now. She ached to feel him inside her. Her breasts tingled, wanting him to crush them to his chest, her nipples hard as little pebbles as he leaned into her.
    "Then take what I am, Beloved."
    He thrust into her and Cathleen cried out, completely filled by his massive shaft, the very head of it spreading her vaginal walls wide.
    "Take all that I am, Beloved!"
    She felt his bite spreading heated tremors down