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

strengthened her resolve. Lisette had come this far. There could be no turning back.
    “Forgive me.” She needed him to stay where he was until she had finished with him.
    Despite her own abhorrence at her plan, she was determined to complete her mission. Insistent on quelling his attempts to resist her and escape, Lisette gritted her teeth and pushed down. Impaling herself on the full length of his erect shaft, burning, tearing pain seared through her. Her body became paralysed—too afraid to move in case she rent herself apart.
    She must have done something wrong. Surely she must be split in two as punishment for this sin? Straddling him, unwilling to move for fear that the stabbing pain would begin again, she looked down at the place they were joined. The curls at the juncture of her thighs were blond against the darkness of his.
    Ysabel had said the pain would ease.
    Lisette waited and tried to block his muffled growl of protest from her brain. She placed her hands on his thighs as he tried to buck her off.
    “Pray, hold still,” she hissed as each of his movements increased her discomfort.
    Although he ignored her, it didn’t take long before the pain faded. Lisette’s whole awareness focussed upon the foreign sensation of being filled by him in this recess of her body she’d never known existed. She was strangely full. Each time he thrust up to unseat her, the sensation where he was joined inside her was...interesting.
    Thankfully, he was still hard inside her. Leaning forward over his body now, supporting her weight with her knees and hands, she thought about what she had to do and began to rock her hips—taking his shaft deep within her, then easing it out. In. Out. In. Out. She found a steady rhythm. Gradually it became easier as her passage was moister and less impervious.
    Relief surged through her. The difficult part was surely over, and he was no longer pulling at his bindings. He no longer gave any signs that she hurt him. She could do this. ’Twas simply a matter of moving her body in a steady rhythm just like she did when she timed her movement to the trot of her horse. The man’s appendage slid in and out of her quite fluidly now, and there was no more pain for her—just a subtle friction with the movement and slight tenderness of her inner flesh as she stretched to take him in. Tenderness and then...something a little more—something impossible to name. A sudden yearning that struck her without warning—a need to feel him deeper, to have his thickness move in and out of her slick feminine sheath faster.
    Oh, Saints above, what was happening? What was this?
    As she intuitively picked up pace, the male groaned again and the tension and opposition of his body vanished. His hips beneath her began to thrust up as she thrust down, to pull away as she lifted herself up—working with her instead of struggling against her.
    Aye. This must surely be pleasurable for him now just as Ysabel had said it would be, for his resistance had ceased.
    The hard, male strength of him hit a sweet spot against her inner flesh and she craved more. Thoughts emptied from her brain as she became mesmerised by the sensation of their coupling and the rhythm of their movement. Her body strived for the promise of something special that seemed just out of reach no matter how much she strained to attain it.             
    Their mating went on until finally his massive frame went completely rigid, shuddered and he let out a deep, guttural cry that was muffled by the sack. At first she panicked, wondering whether he was having some sort of fit—whether he was in fact suffocating with his head in the sack.
    She was about to call out to her servants, climb off him and rip the sack from his head when she felt the warm spurt of liquid deep within her.
    His seed!
    Lisette sent a prayer heavenward as she realised all was well with the man beneath her. She pumped up and down for a little longer. Then, she almost collapsed