Unspoken by Kerrigan Byrne Read Free Book Online

why he was capable butunable to speak, she ultimately decided
against questioning.  It didn’t matter now , she thought miserably. 
    Yawning greatly, Evelyn felt a weighty fatigue
settle upon her, as if honey flowed through her veins rather than blood.
    “Roderick?” she murmured sleepily, “I-I don’t wish
to return to my bed, may I sleep here with you tonight?”  Tilting her head up
and to the side, she wasn’t surprised to see that his green gaze had returned,
though he did seem affronted.  
    Tightening his arms around her, he rolled them so
she lay down and faced the wall on her side.  Settling in behind her, his back
to the door, he drew her bottom close against his erection, but didn’t press it
into her.
    Resting her head on his curled bicep, she relished
in the feeling of the front of his tremendous body pressed flush against the
back of hers.  His arm, still tucked beneath her breasts, secured her to him.
    The only sound in the softly glowing room was his
breath stirring the top of her head.  Languor stole all reason and Evelyn only
distantly registered the room plunging into darkness. 
    Magic.   She thought dreamily before
drifting into velvet oblivion.  If only she could break this curse…
    *  *  *
    Sensation flared beneath her skin and coursed down
her spine as the whisper soft rasp of calloused fingers dipped into the
dramatic curve of her waist and followed the soft rounded arch of her hip. 
Curled on her side, Evelyn smiled sleepily, refusing to open her eyes lest the
subtle, unfettered exploration cease.  Instead of dropping to the front of her,
the caress paused and then retraced its journey back toward her ribcage as if
indulging in the softness of her skin there.
    Warm breath caressed her face and a nose nudged
hers before probing lips settled across her mouth in a languid kiss.  This had
to be the most pleasant way she’d ever awakened, Evelyn decided, as heat seeped
through her sluggish veins.
    Silvery tinged darkness barely outlined the form
of the naked Berserker facing her when she resolved to lift her heavy lids. 
    As dark as the night, his jet hair and bronzed
skin melded with the shadows.  Only his eyes gleamed as he pulled his lips from
hers. 
    “Roderick,” she whispered, feeling shamed and
sinful, every nerve ending alive and vibrant.
    His great body stiffened, fingers clamping on her
hips, digging into the sensitive flesh and pulling her forward, thrusting his
hard sex against her thighs. 
    “ I want …” 
    Without warning, he seized her other hip in an
iron grip and lifted her, full bodied, as though she weighed no more than an infant.
    She gasped as he rolled onto his back and held her
entirely above him, demonstrating his preternatural strength.  Before Evelyn
completely registered what he was doing, he balanced her on her knees
encompassing either side of his head, his eerie eyes burning up at her from
between her legs. 
    No!  He couldn’t mean to—
    “Oh… my.”  She breathed as the flat of his tongue
split her apart.  Aghast, entranced, Evelyn was thankful for the darkness or
she wouldn’t have been able to bear the depraved act.  Arousal flooding her
womanhood, she shuddered when his unrelenting tongue dipped into the resulting
wetness, and he swallowed, an appreciative moan vibrating against her clitoris.
    Trembling thighs gave out and she belatedly
realized that his strong hands at her hips not only supported her entire
weight, but imprisoned her there. 
    Another unhurried lick stole her breath.  He
cleaved her with his tongue, stopping right before he reached the most
sensitive peak.  Circling it, nipping at it with his lips, teasing the moist
flesh surrounding it, Roderick tormented her with his mouth, chasing away all
reason with searing pleasure. 
    Evelyn bit back moan after moan, throwing her head
back, reveling in the feel of her long hair brushing naked skin.  She
shamelessly surged against his mouth. 
    “Roderick…