The Rose Red Bride JK2

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Book: The Rose Red Bride JK2 by Claire Delacroix Read Free Book Online
Authors: Claire Delacroix
Tags: Historical, Scotts/Irish
knew that she had surprised him once again. He caught her close, and Vivienne let her hands slip into the silky thickness of his hair. She arched against him, bold in her newfound passion, and heard his sharp inhalation.
    He whispered something, then caught her up in his arms. He held her captive against his chest for a heady moment, and their kiss left Vivienne dizzy and hot. He knelt on one knee then, with her weight cradled in his lap, and his hand slid beneath the hem of her chemise and kirtle.
    Vivienne gasped into his kiss when the warmth of his hand landed upon her knee. His tongue danced with hers, fairly sending sparks along her veins, and Vivienne nigh forgot the weight of his hand.
    Then his hand slid up her thigh, his fingertips against her bare flesh, though his kiss did not cease. She gasped when his fingers moved in the heat that none other than herself had ever touched, then she moaned at the sensation. He nibbled at her ear, he kissed her earlobe, he traced a burning path of kisses down her throat, and Vivienne was lost.
    The sensations that assaulted her were magical, were surely beyond that savored by mere mortals, were the gift from him to her. Vivienne accepted all he granted and yearned for more.
    His fingers moved, tempting, teasing, making Vivienne squirm with desire. He untied the lace of her kirtle and chemise with his teeth, he pushed the fabric aside with his nose and his tongue. His hair fell across Vivienne’s skin like a soft curtain, and she moaned that his fingers coaxed her to greater heat with every stroke.
    He kissed her pert nipple gently, then laved it with his tongue. Vivienne cried out softly and he chuckled. Vivienne smiled at his delight, then moaned when he suckled her. His fingers dove within her heat in the same moment, his thumb moving against her so surely that she clung to his shoulders. Some tumult rose within her, growing in intensity beneath his embrace. Vivienne rode the crest of desire, uncertain where it led.
    And suddenly, a thousand lights flashed in her mind’s eye, a heat of pleasure raged through her, singing her from temple to toes. Vivienne cried out in pleasure at this new sensation, until he swallowed her shout with his kiss.
    Though she was breathing heavily, though she knew her flesh must glisten with perspiration, her lover granted her no respite. He laid her upon the pallet, removed her garb gently as she caught her breath, then cast his own chemise and chausses aside. Vivienne moaned and buried her face in the thick fur of his cloak, when he knelt down and tasted of the deluge he had just created.
    Desire stirred again as he caressed her with his tongue. She twisted and turned, but he held her fast, allowing her no escape from the pleasure he was determined to grant. Vivienne writhed, the climax coming more quickly this time, she grasped fistfuls of the cloak for her lover was out of reach. She knew the moment was come, she bit down into the fur to stifle her shout of release, she knew she locked her knees around him and shook like a leaf in the wind.
    This was what had made Madeline smile, she knew it well.
    He was stretched out beside her before the erratic pace of her heart had slowed and Vivienne caught him close. She ran her hands over him as possessively as he had touched her, exhausted but wanting him to share in the pleasure he had granted to her. She felt the muscles beneath his smooth flesh, felt again the strength he held in check.
    “Lady mine,” he murmured, even as he bestowed a kiss within her ear.
    Vivienne reached down, knowing full well what she would find, and let her hand close around his erection. She wanted to return his caresses in kind, though she was surprised when he gasped at her bold touch. He eased her grip upon him and she moved her fingers as he indicated, liking that she roused the same tension of desire in him as he had in her. Indeed, she felt her own passion kindling as his breathing changed. It was potent, to be able to

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