blow out the rest of the candles before I-“ she halted,
biting her lip as a frown creased her brow. “Oh no. Did you hear
anything I said be-before?” She blurted and he saw the horror flare anew
in her eyes.
He answered truthfully.
“Aye.”
Her mortified gasp filled the
chamber. Aric was truly vexed now and continued firmly. “I will not take
you in the dark, milady. I want to see you as I take you. I want to see
the pleasure I wish to give you on your face. I will give you all the
time you need. Come, this is foolish talk of the candles.”
Aric reached out and caressed her
cheek.
She tried to move away but found
she could not for she was trapped. He had backed her into the wall.
“Please.” Danielle
cried. His kisses had been so sweet like nothing she’d ever known nor
wanted to forget. If he saw her unclothed he would not want to kiss her
again. Did he not know this? Could he not see enough even in her
shift? She pleaded again, breathlessly. “Milord, I beg of you this small
boon. In the dark, please.”
His anger mounting, Aric drew in a
ragged breath. What was she so afraid of? He had not had too many
virgins, sure, but of the ones he had, none had behaved as this.
So what if he saw her?
Did she not know what it took for
him now not to rip that material from her and to what it promised under its
thin veil of her luscious curves?
Nay, her eyes told him she did
not.
She feared being seen. She
was scarred more deeply than any scar to mar her body if any under the only
piece of cloth that stood between them. Anger washed over him, but Aric
tamped it down and focused on calming her.
“You enjoyed our kiss in the
garden, did you not?” he asked her and bit back a curse at the irritation in
his tone.
She nodded, licking her lips and
her eyes went wide. “Aye. But we…we were clothed.”
Aric leaned down and kissed her
open mouth. He kissed her over and over until she was moaning and her
tongue danced with his.
He could feel the tension leaving
her body as her hot tongue searched inside his mouth. The woman in the garden
was almost back.
She wrapped her soft arms
around his neck. He groaned as her breasts brushed against his chest and
took pleasure in feeling the shiver run through her as her hard nipples grazed
his chest. He shivered too and waited until he felt her relax completely
against him. He slid his hands up and down her sides over and over,
massaging her ribs, the undersides of those full breasts until she was nearly
driving him mad with need by doing what she had in the garden. She tugged
and sucked his bottom lip into her mouth. He pressed into her, his
hardness between them lying against the soft curve of her belly.
Danielle did not want him to
stop. His mouth was so hot and she loved the feel of his lip in her
mouth. She rubbed against him. That liquid fire was back between her
thighs. He was bent over her and she ran her fingers through his hair all
the while moaning as his fingers neared her breasts. When they hardened
more beneath his palms, she could not stop the sigh that escaped her into his
mouth.
So lost in his thorough kissing and
touch, Danielle did not notice when he lifted her off her feet into his arms
and carried her to the raised bed covered in coverlets. Nor did she
utter a sound when he rose up slightly and pulled her shift over her
head.
Aric watched her and saw the
unchecked passion, so open with her emotions laid bare in those unique depths.
Her nostrils flared with her heavy panting, her ruby lips were darker and
swollen from his ravaging kisses. He had to see her, all of her.
Danielle’s fervor engulfed
her. She protested as his body heat left hers.
“Shhh. Let me look at you.”
Aric said huskily as he pulled away from her. Danielle blushed and moved
her hands up to cover her breasts but he stopped her, taking her hands in
his. She tried to
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