Fiery Pursuit (Passionate Pursuits, Book One) by Jean Hart Stewart Read Free Book Online Page B

situations. But always with honor. And now, to be offered the one thing he wanted the most, masked in a reasoning he could not quite dismiss.
    As he hesitated he looked at her. He noticed the distress in Sophie’s eyes as tears filled them, but she didn’t waver. She looked lost as a child in a dark forest, and well she might. Her life as she knew it had been ripped away. She’d suffered for weeks at the hands of uncaring brutes.
    She needed the cherishing he’d longed to give her. And the lifelong protection he’d commit to at the same time. He’d not tell her yet of his sudden and complete certainty they were each other’s destiny. But he realized it to the depths of his soul, and he’d go to her with that conviction.
    He moved quickly, wrapping her in his arms. He’d give her what she wanted, and gladly, and he’d not tell her yet that in doing so he was committing himself for whatever length of life remained to him. He’d pleasure her—oh how he’d pleasure her—even though she wouldn’t know he was giving her his total love and his soul.
    Elves loved only once, and deeply. He’d almost decided he’d never find the one girl for him.
    Swinging her up in his arms, he carried her back to the bed and gently set her on the edge.
    “May I take my shirt back, my love? I want you naked.”
    Her eyes questioned him, but she held up her arms and let him lift the shirt from her body.
    Although he’d seen her dressed as an almost-naked slave and houri, still the loveliness of her complete nudity astonished him. She was perfection. Every curve exactly fashioned to incite a male beyond his endurance. The slave trader had shaved her pubic curls, but they were starting to grow back. A honey-colored fuzz covered her mound. Somehow the small tuft of hair made her even more irresistible. He couldn’t wait to nuzzle her on that little bush and smell the essence of Sophie.
     
    Sophie trembled as she looked at him, awed by his male beauty. He’d taken off his boots and his outer coat before he’d slept and she could see his strong arms outlined under the thin shirt. The occasional lighter strands in his brown hair added to its healthy shine. One intriguing pointed ear peeked through the locks hanging to his shoulders. His loose cravat hung around his neck. She could glimpse the dark curly hairs on his chest through his opened shirt.
    He was gorgeous. She had no idea a man could be this beautiful. And virile. No man could project more male power than Lars. Looking at the huge bulge between his legs, she doubted any male possessed more potency.
    Assailed with the knowledge she was doing what she was meant to do, she stood and kissed him on his neck, glorying in the way her touch seemed to pleasure him.
    “Lars, I don’t know quite how this works, but I do know you have to get some clothes off. All of them, I’d guess.”
    He shuddered, and although she wondered why, she became engrossed in watching him disrobe. He was a glorious man. Lean and fit, muscles flexing with every move. He stripped off his shirt and trousers. He wore no undershirt, and his bronzed chest showed he exercised in the sun. When he put his hands to the bands of his inner underwear he stopped.
    “I don’t want to frighten you. I’m a perfectly normal man, but tonight you inspire me.”
    His words made no sense to her, and then he peeled off his last remaining garment and stood before her, cock erect and throbbing. Of a size Sophia had suspected, but still feared. Long and thick and looking as stiff as a stone. He kept his eyes on her, and when she took a small step back he came to her swiftly, folding her in his arms. Still she could feel that huge thing pulsing against her stomach, and she raised her eyes to his.
    “Lars, are you sure we’ll fit?”
    He smoothed her hair. “Sophie, you must have seen men react to your beauty before. But when the male is nude and aroused his organ rises and becomes more prominent. Nature planned us to fit. I’m