Love's Blazing Ecstasy by Kathryn Kramer Read Free Book Online Page B

strength, making her tremble.  “Sloan,” she said, fighting the tears. The animal was very dear to her, almost like a part of her, yet she would give him to Valerian in order to save his life.
    Valerian had noticed the affection she showed the horse, had seen the expression  in her eyes when she had looked the animal’s way.  He knew how much she loved her black stallion, and the thought that she would give the horse to him overwhelmed him. No one had ever given him anything before without strings attached, not even his own father. He was touched by her gift but could not take it from her.
    “No.  I couldn’t.  Not when you treasure Sloan so much.”  He shook his head.  “You love that horse.”
    “ Eu te amo .” She touched her heart.
    He didn’t understand her.  “What are you saying?”
    She tried to make him understand. “Take Sloan!” she insisted. “I…love…Sloan.  I…I love you too.” She had difficulty in saying all the words that needed to be said because of her emotions.  “Danger for you…if..if you…if you stay.”
    He understood and her words made his senses whirl.  She had said that she loved Sloan and she loved him.  “I care very deeply for you, too.” His mouth descended upon hers, full of passion, drinking in the taste of her lips. He picked her up and carried her in his arms to the pile of furs which had become his bed. She offered no resistance as they both moved as if in a dream—touching, tasting, exploring each other, wrapped in each other’s arms.
    With trembling, fumbling fingers Valerian began to undress her, untying the drawstring which held up her skirt and slipping it down over her hips. He removed the short over -tunic and caressed the soft warmth of her skin. Venus herself could not have been more beautiful to his eyes. Impatiently he removed his own clothing, and held her in his arms.
    Valerian bent his head to the crest of her breast, suckling it with his tongue. “You taste as sweet as honey,” he whispered, looking into her large blue eyes. She smiled at the loving sound of his voice. He molded his mouth to hers, and instinctively Wynne wound her arms around him, holding him tight against her, lost in the cloud of contentment which swept over her. His tongue thrust against hers as their mouths explored.
    By the light of the moon shining down upon them, Valerian admired her body—her smooth  and pale breasts. He bent down and kissed them, again running his tongue over their tips until she shuddered.
    “I care so very  much about you.  I’ve never felt this way before,” he said softly.
    Wynne closed her eyes and allowed herself to be consumed by his warm, soft mouth as he explored every inch of her being. When he touched her most secret place, stroking her velvety softness, she gave a start of surprise at the torment of longing she felt, wanting something, but not knowing what. Remembering the ceremony she had undergone, the pain as the Druid had severed her maidenhead to make her a woman, she tensed with fright. Would he hurt her too, this man she scarcely knew? She drew away slightly, and her eyes swept over him; his manhood was erect with passion—a large menacing sight. Sensing her fear, he held her tightly against him. She tried to push away from him.
    “No,” she murmured, eyes wide with apprehension.
    “I won’t hurt you, I promise,” he whispered. His kisses soothed her, made her quiver beneath his touch. His body was warm and hard and the feel of his arousal filled her with a sense of excitement. Any fears she had were now forgotten as her body responded with a will of its own. Instinct took over as she returned his caresses, exploring his body, feeling joy at his groans of desire.
    Kneeling beside her, he kissed her stomach, his mouth traveling down to the golden hair nestled between her thighs. Oh, how he longed to bury himself deep within her, but he would hold back his passion until he was certain she was as filled with as much