Love Me With Fury by Janelle Taylor Read Free Book Online

that she retained just enough strength of will to deny him any success this first time. Consumed by a roaring inferno within his own body, he reached the point of unrelenting need which erupted like a potent volcano.
    When his spasms of sheer delight had subsided and calmed, he sighed in satisfaction and contentment. He propped upon his left elbow and stared down at her. What was it about this particular female who had given his body an intense hunger and overwhelming ecstasy which far exceeded any other sexual experience of his entire life? She was totally unskilled, unresponsive, hostile, and innocent! Who was she? Why had she been lying here in the sunlight, naked and alone? Why had she shifted from fire to ice?
    He lifted a finger to wipe away the teardrops which were slipping from her tightly closed eyes. Where had all that eagerness gone? Why had she suddenly resisted him so fearfully and so fiercely? Had she merely panicked at the last minute?
    Virgins were reputed to fear the unknown, that final parting with innocence and purity. Since he had nevertaken one before, he could not venture an accurate guess as to her feelings. Perhaps he had hurt her…he had not been particularly gentle, but neither had he been rough. How was he to know this would be her first time! In the beginning, she had been a lusty ball of fire. She had practically demanded that he ravish her!
    Twinges of guilt and remorse nibbled annoyingly at him. He tenderly inquired, “Are you all right, love? Did I hurt you?”
    At those softly spoken words, more tears eased out from under her lids. She shuddered as she drew in a ragged breath of air, but did not answer him. He began to fret. Had she truly believed him and this situation to be a dream as she had alleged earlier? Could she have been that drowsy, romantic, and innocent? Surely not…
    He persistently tried another approach, “What’s your name, love? I can’t keep calling you my little naiad.’ Where do you live?”
    Alex tensed, dreading his beguiling manner. In a tremulous voice she asked, “If you’re quite finished with me, may I go now? Release me, please. I want to go home,” she stated wretchedly, her lips quivering. Her attempt to sound forceful and brave failed miserably.
    He immediately knew he would never see her again if he complied. For some reason, that mattered greatly to him. “Not until you tell me where home is and who you are,” he replied, concealing his abundant concern and growing affection for her, hoping to stall thingsuntil…Until what? he mused curiously.
    She opened her misty eyes and glared up at him. “No,” she declared coldly.
    So much for thinking her charmed and intimidated by him! Who was this girlish woman who could rebuff and withstand him? Had he lost his magic, his devastating prowess, his magnetic allure? According to her expression and behavior, he most assuredly had! Unknowingly she challenged his masculine ego…
    “Why not?” he casually questioned.
    Her sea-water eyes chilled into pools of stormy green. She couldn’t believe her ears. This ruthless scoundrel had just ravished her, and now he conceitedly wanted to know where to locate her in case he wished to seek her out again! Of all the unmitigated gall! She would never confess her name and residence to this criminal. He would never be granted the chance to pursue her and to soil her name and reputation as he had just done to her body. “Never!” she stormed in outrage, gritting her teeth.
    “Never is a mighty long time to lie here making love,” he taunted her, caressing her cheek. “Until you answer me…” He dramatically left that imposing threat hanging in the air.
    Her jaw dropped; her eyes widened. “Making love!” she retorted incredulously. “You call that repulsive, bestial attack making love! If such is true, then I shall die an old maid!” she vehemently swore.
    He laughed heartily. “It is always uncomfortable, perhaps even painful, for a woman on her