Prince of Desire by Donna Grant Read Free Book Online Page B

hold back his own orgasm.   He took her hips in both his hands and lifted her slightly as he pounded inside her.
    When his orgasm claimed him, he buried himself deep. Only then did he pour his seed into her, claiming her body, heart, and soul.

 
     
    Chapter Four
     
     
    Isabelle woke to the most amazing feeling of contentment. She opened her eyes and found herself gazing upon Lucian's handsome face as he slept. The morning sun's rays spilled through the cracks in the shutters, falling across his face and incredible body.
    She thought back over the night to see if she had regrets and was pleased to discover there were none. As she rolled to her back she felt the soreness between her legs and smiled. She had opened herself, allowed herself to do things she had never thought she would do.  
    And it had felt wonderful.
    Slowly, so as not to wake Lucian, she rose from the bed and spotted her blood between her legs. Her virgin blood. She hastened to clean herself and found a new chemise before she dressed.   Only then did she build up the fire and put another kettle of water on to heat as she walked outside to feed the chickens and Lucian's horse.  
    The small stable was in desperate need of repair, something she couldn't do herself, nor could she afford to hire someone to mend it for her. The meager living she made working at the tavern put food in her belly but left her with nothing in which to save. She knew it was only a matter of time before she had to leave the only home she knew and rent the small room in the attic of the tavern.
    At least that had been her only option.   Not anymore.   Not since Lucian came into her life.
    It wasn't that she didn't like Mr. and Mrs. MacDonald, but she was used to being on her own with no one to answer to. That would all change the moment she agreed to rent the room.   But even she had to face reality for it was closing in on her like a battering ram to a castle gate.
    Last night she had agreed to go back with Lucian.   It was a huge step for her to take, an adventure she wasn’t sure she could take.
    It’s either the bleak future you know you’ll have here or the adventure with Lucian.   Look how he made you feel, think of the pleasure you found in his arms.
    She patted Lucian's giant black horse as she passed by him to get the oats. After filling the bucket, she placed it in his stall and checked his water. Despite his size, he was a friendly fellow, and she stayed a moment to pet him.   That's when she spotted Lucian's saddle.   It was unusual not only in the color, which was black, but in the design. The symbols were those of the ancient Celts who used to roam Scotland.  
    Her hand hesitantly reached out and touched the knotwork exquisite detail, meticulous in the design. Heat met her fingertips, and she hastily jerked them away.  
    Magic .
    Isabelle glanced around her. The word had been whispered in her ear as if someone had been standing right behind her. Yet it was only she and Elad in the stable. She swallowed and moved away from the saddle to find the horse staring intently at her, as if he were trying to tell her something.
    His unblinking gaze unsettled her, and she quickly ran from the shed. She leaned against the outside of the it and tried to slow her racing heart. Her gaze found her cottage as her thoughts turned to the mysterious man inside.
    “I don’t believe in magic,” she whispered.   “I can’t go with him.”
     
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    Lucian rolled over with a smile on his face. His hands searched the bed for Isabelle only to come up empty. He opened his eyes to find the fire lit and a kettle on to boil.   He stretched his arms over his head before he swung his legs over the bed. He had intended to make love to her again this morning, but realized she might be a little sore after the previous night. As he reached for his clothes, he spotted the marks on his arms.
    His gaze was riveted on the black symbols that stretched from his elbow to his shoulder