Knight of Her Heart (Conquering the Heart) by Alyssa James Read Free Book Online

velvety soft, rising up strong yet somehow vulnerable from the cloud of dark curls between his legs. For a short time, she forgot both the wickedness and the urgency of her mission as she was mesmerised by the sight and feel of this male organ.
    Experimentally she squeezed it, then stroked slightly, bringing a different type of moaned response from its owner—surely a moan of pleasure—and a single bead of dewy moisture from the opening at its tip. Fascinated, Lisette tilted her head and regarded it with a frown.
    Was this drop of liquid his seed? If so, she didn’t want to waste it. Pulling herself back to her task and trying to keep herself as detached as possible, she refocussed on Ysabel’s words.
    Her nursemaid had said that the organ must be hard. Grasping the male rod more firmly, she moved her hand down and up, squeezing her fingertips slightly. ’Twas definitely hard.
    Its owner thrashed his head and she stilled as she cast a nervous glance toward his bindings. They were still firmly in place. John would have made sure of that. Besides, Frederick, John and Ysabel were all just outside the hut. She would only have to cry out to them and they would come to her aid if this man broke free.
    But were the bindings too tight? A quick inspection revealed they were not cutting into the man’s flesh.
    “Pray be still,” she begged. “I will try not to hurt you.”
    ’Twas time. There could be no more delay.
    She rucked her skirts up further so they rested up on her back. Both hands free now but still shaking violently, she used one to separate the folds of feminine flesh to expose the secret opening as Ysabel had instructed. Lisette had explored her body over the last couple of days in preparation for this mission, but she was still unready. With her other hand, she guided the bulbous, moist male tip to her entrance.
    Panic caught in her throat. He was impossibly thick. Mayhap she was not formed correctly? Surely he would not fit into her small, finger-space opening?
    Tentatively she pushed down a little with her body and felt her flesh give way slightly before the organ’s passage came to a halt, pressed against her pubic bone. Surely this was not deep enough? Ysabel said she must take the whole length of him. Then again, his length was massive. Was he normally proportioned?
    She shifted the angle of her pelvis a little and moved again, taking in another inch of his length.
    A muffled human sound came from the sack.
    Did she hurt him?
    She bit down on her lower lip in anxiety. She didn’t want to hurt him. Ysabel had assured her he would feel only pleasure—that it would be Lisette who would feel pain. So far there’d been only discomfort for her as she’d forced his organ into her dry passage. The pain would surely come. Most of his shaft had yet to be buried within her.
    She lowered herself a tiny bit more.
    He moaned and his head reared up off the hay. The sack shifted a little and she saw the corded muscles of his neck strain along with the muscles of his arms as he tried once again to break loose of his bindings.
    Tears filled her eyes afresh so that his image swam before her. She hated what she was doing. ’Twas shameful that she’d had her servants truss this man up like a beast and had a village woman bring him to arousal with her mouth. ’Twas wicked that she did this without his consent and she was not certain she could proceed. When Lisette had hatched her plan, she hadn’t thought through all the ramifications. She’d been thoroughly focussed on her own need to survive and had prayed God and this stranger would pardon her for her wrong-doing because of the desperateness of her situation.
    Her soul was lost. She would burn in Hell. ’Twas what she deserved.
    Death would almost be preferable to this, but her death would not save Genevieve and that was the whole reason she must keep going.
    His arms pulled fruitlessly at the bindings.
    Nay. He would not break free. The thought of her sister