Tender Fury by Connie Mason Read Free Book Online Page B

with indignation, eyes blazing hotly, sent the blood coursing wildly through his body. His heart was beating so loudly he could hear it echoing in his own ears. Even though he deplored her show of spirit, he admired her for her courage. She was magnificent when angered, and she excited him beyond restraint. Unable to control his actions, he pulled her roughly into his arms, caressing her body with strong, demanding hands that were surprisingly gentle on her flesh.
    Gabby recognized the naked desire in his eyes and immediately sensed his intentions. “Please, Philippe, not again,” she begged, her eyes wide with disbelief. “It has only been a few hours since you… since we…”
    “A few hours can be a lifetime with a bewitching creature like you arousing my senses,” he drawled in a voice made husky with desire. What manner of woman was she? Philippe wondered as his body responded eagerly to her nearness. She was innocent of worldly knowledge, yet extremely provocative. She was trained to be submissive, yet her very nature rebelled against authority. She taunted and baited him, yet he desired her with an all-consuming fire. When he spoke, his words sent chills of apprehension down her spine. “I will always want you, ma petite, if only to prove to you that you belong to me, that I am the only one with the right to take you, wherever and whenever it pleases me, no matter how many small flirtations you might conduct.”
    “But, Philippe,” Gabby protested, “I did not…” The words died in her throat as Philippe claimed her lips.
    Despite Gabby’s feeble struggles, and given Philippe’s superior strength, it took no time at all for him to disrobe them both and carry her to the bed. His ardent kisses and caresses failed to quiet her, but to her dismay she found that his hands began to force a strange reaction from her body. When he paused, she felt hauntingly hollow, as if craving something more. It took every ounce of strength she possessed to fight against the maddening sensations he was arousing in her. Turning her head from side to side she stifled the moan rising in her throat. Finally, Philippe flung himself atop her, plunging deep within her resisting flesh.
    When the pain of his forceful entry diminished, Gabby’s eyes opened wide at the pleasurable feelings coursing through her body, careful to give no hint to Philippe that she felt anything but repugnance, or that he was eliciting any kind of response in her. She nearly strangled suppressing the small gasps of pleasure beginning low in her throat, all the while despising the way Philippe’s driving body roused her to wanton desire. Never would she allow herself to enjoy the things Philippe was doing to her! Suddenly his body grew rigid as he exploded in a thunderous climax, and Gabby breathed a sigh of relief.
    During the entire ordeal Gabby had raged against the banked fires that threatened to engulf her as the over powering need of her body began to overcome the dictates of her mind. Now, as he withdrew, she experienced a sharp pain of regret, as if she was on the brink of a great discovery and was denied the final knowledge. She sighed, partly from remorse, but mostly from relief. Relief that the act was over and she no longer had to fight against her own body as well as Philippe’s.
    “Why the sigh, ma petite? ” asked Philippe, who had been watching closely the play of emotion upon her face. “Tell me truthfully, was not the pain absent this time as I promised?”
    “Oui,” she admitted grudgingly, “but you will never make me want you or enjoy your so-called lovemaking.”
    As the ensuing days passed, Philippe continued to make love to Gabby almost nightly, striving mightily to elicit some response from her, until, in desperation, he took her roughly, disgusted with her lack of response. Even though his caresses turned her insides to the consistency of molten lava, Gabby fought hard to remain passive beneath Philippe. In her heart she knew