A Shimmer of Silk by Raven McAllan

Author:Raven McAllan [McAllan, Raven]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Tags: (¯`'•.¸//(*_*)\\¸.•'´¯)
Publisher: Evernight Publishing
Published: 2013-01-16T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter Six

With a sigh that he hoped indicated contentment, Deborah threw her arm around his waist and nestled against him. He stroked her hair; her breathing deepened and the cadence changed, telling him she was asleep. Then he let himself ponder over the activities of the evening.

She was interested in what they could have, of that he was certain. Interested, but very wary. He mused what that deep-seated wariness was caused by. Deborah burrowed her nose into him; her snuffling little breaths stirred the hairs on his body. She began to shake and pant.

"No, please … non, non, ce n'est pas…" Her hands clenched into fists and she pounded him, sobbing as she thrashed her head from side to side. There was no doubt she was dreaming dark wicked frightening dreams. She screamed, a sound so inhuman, every hair on his head stung.

Her face was contorted, her chest heaving as she rained her blows down on him. They didn't hurt, but for the first time he felt cold tentacles of fear for someone else crawl over him. He wanted nothing more than to protect her from herself and to kill whoever caused her to react in such a way. Carefully he took hold of her hands in one of his and held her flat on her back on the bed.

"Bastard, no never…" In a lightening move she kicked her leg upwards toward his cock. Sharp reflexes gave him time to roll to one side and then pinion her beneath him. Still she bucked. He would sport several interesting bruises on the morrow.

"Deborah, no, no more. No one can harm you, no one. I have you safe. Come now, shh … there…." As her body stopped heaving the sobs started. Great racking cries that ripped into his soul. Helpless, in the face of such emotion, Oliver did the only thing he could think of: he gathered her into his arms and stroked her, whispering nonsense, just keeping his voice low and unthreatening. Gradually, the sobs slowed and became interspersed with hiccups and deep juddering breaths.

The door flew open back on its hinges with such a thud, he jumped. Deborah seemed unaware of it.

Luc rushed in, his face worried, his breath short, uneven pants. "Merde, I did not warn you." He stopped short, and his eyes narrowed.

Without stopping the soft massage, Oliver threw the cover across Deborah. Luc may have seen her naked before, but no longer. Now he would be the only one to see her thus, unless … He tamped down the thought, it was not to be examined. "You knew she would act thus and did not warn me?"

The younger man colored and dropped his eyes.

Submissive? Why did I not see that?

"Well? You will answer me."

"Yes, Sir, I was about to explain when I was detained. I tried to find you. No one was prepared to grant me access to you. Then..." He flung his arm out in a somewhat theatrical gesture. From anyone else it would have looked stupid.

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