Dark Peril - Dark Series 21- by Christine Feehan

Author:Christine Feehan
Language: eng
Format: mobi
Published: 2010-09-02T11:48:52+00:00

12

You reveal me. Then you heal me

Of all the scars and strife.

And when my life was spinning downward,

You caught me.

I’d forgotten how to smile, but

You re-taught me.

SOLANGE TO DOMINIC

Solange tried to slow her breathing, knowing he was watching her closely. She cleared her throat and tried to sound calm. “I don’t think I’ve spent this much time with another person in years.”

Minan—my own. The words were a soft, gentle whisper in her mind. Aloud, in his calm tone, he added, “Neither have I.” He didn’t hand her the peeled orange, but instead took a section and held it to her lips. “We make this journey together.”

Everything in Solange settled. Her mind calmed and she found she could breathe. She simply had to match the basic rhythm of his lungs. In and out. It wasn’t really that difficult. They were in this together, for better or worse. He didn’t seem to mind that she floundered with her words, that she had no idea what she was doing. He seemed to accept her with all of her failings.

She opened her mouth and accepted the cool fruit. It was bursting with flavor. The orange was one of her favorites and difficult to get. She knew he had created it especially for her. He seemed thoughtful that way, finding the things she loved the most in some little corner of her mind and providing them for her. She ran her hand over the exquisite robe. She could see her silky skin, smooth in spite of the small white scars, those little dots she’d always detested and hidden, revealed now as if they didn’t matter. A little subconsciously, she rubbed at them through the lacy material.

“When the candlelight plays over the dots, they look as if they are alive, dancing their way up your thigh. It is a highly erotic sight, Solange, and makes me want to follow them with my tongue. I will taste every inch of you, and those delightful dots lead the way to the feast.”

She blushed again. There was no way to control the sweeping color so she opened her mouth as he slipped another orange slice against her lips. His words had once again called her attention to her body, to the way she looked, her voluptuous curves emphasized by the stretchy lace of her robe. The scattered stars did nothing to hide the swell of her breasts or her flared hips. She squirmed a little, wishing her chair was more in the shadows as his was. She crossed her legs.

“I would prefer you were open to me.”

His voice was so soft. It was no command, just a simple statement. She hadn’t meant to close herself off to him . . . She glanced up at his face. God, but he was beautiful. “Wouldn’t you prefer I was a little modest?” Which, when one thought about it, was hilarious. Cats were not modest as a rule. When she shifted, she was nude. That was all there was to it, yet this seemed so different.

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