Forbidden Night with the Prince by Michelle Willingham

Author:Michelle Willingham
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Harlequin
Published: 2018-05-02T17:35:57+00:00

Chapter Seven

Joan tasted the salt of her own tears as Ronan’s mouth covered hers. She wound her arms around his neck, welcoming the hard length of his body as he pulled her to stand before him. His heated mouth tempted her, and she yielded, opening to him as his tongue traced her lips. When he entered her mouth, her fingers dug into his hair.

He’s going to die, her mind warned. Just like all the others. You cannot stop it.

But she refused to listen to the echoes of past fears. And it was that determination that drove her, pushing back the boundaries between them. She needed this night with Ronan. For these last few hours, she wanted to feel whole instead of the shell of a woman.

‘You are going to wed me on the morrow,’ she commanded as she drew his fingers to the laces of her bliaud. ‘Swear it.’

‘I will wed you on the morrow. This I swear.’ He fumbled with the tunic he wore and lifted it over his head, baring his skin to her. Then he slid her gown over her shoulders, exposing her shift. For a moment, he stared at her, as if memorising every curve. ‘But when we lie together, I will only pleasure you. There can be no child.’

A tremor caught her heart deep within, but it was all he could give. For now, it would have to be enough.

Joan met his penetrating gaze while she let the shift fall to the floor. The cool night air brushed against her bare skin, and she was conscious of the unspoken desire rising between them.

‘You’re beautiful, Joan.’ Then he bent to her throat and kissed the pulse point. Gooseflesh rose over her body, and she drew him to her. She wasn’t afraid of Ronan after the first forbidden night she had offered herself to him—only of what would happen when he left her.

The wooden cross he’d carved hung between her breasts, and he reached out to it. Ronan brushed the erect tip of one nipple, then the other. Sensation flooded through her, echoing between her legs. She took a deep breath, trying to gain command of herself.

Ronan removed the carved necklace from her throat and drew her to lie back on the bed. The coverlet was soft beneath her bare skin, and for a moment, she felt the rise of nerves. He commanded, ‘Close your eyes, Joan.’

She obeyed and felt the gentle touch of his hands upon her skin. Her body grew more sensitive, and when he drew his palms lower, her nipples tightened. His knuckles brushed over one breast, then the other. He slowed down, circling her curves. The erotic sensation made her grow moist between her legs, and when he rubbed his thumb over her nipple, she gripped the coverlet and arched against him. He did the same to her other breast, and lingered upon the cockled tip for a moment.

It was an exquisite torture, and she felt her body tremble as he drew his hand down her legs and at last between them.

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