In Her Bed (Dragons of Challon) by MacGillivray Deborah

Author:MacGillivray, Deborah [MacGillivray, Deborah]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Kensington Publishing Corp
Published: 2007-08-01T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter Twelve

Damian fell crossways on the plain of the bed, Aithinne half under him. He relished the feel of pinning her with his weight, surrendered to the animalistic mating instincts surging in his blood, controlling his actions. The lightning’s white brilliance flooded the room through the arrow loop, bathed Aithinne’s enchanting beauty with its eerie glow. Driving him to madness. Damian stared, ensorcelled by this pagan goddess offered up, half-naked before his hungry eyes. Her full breasts were so pale, the nipples tight and jutting. Every aspect of all his dreams conjured to life.

Now this moment was here, that he knew she was real, he was suddenly scared spitless. But Damian St. Giles was never one to back away from a challenge.

Threads of déjà vu wove through this instant in time, echoes of dreams which had haunted his life surfaced in his mind, overlaying each touch, each sensation. Yet, they seemed more than mere visions. These feelings seemed rooted in reality, as if he had actually lain with her before. In a manner of familiarity only lovers possess, his body seemed to know hers, what touch would make her gasp, what would bring a sigh to her lips.

He had not intended to push the situation to this end. His mood perverse, he’d merely set out to provoke her, bring her to heel. The need to possess this woman, to mark her as his, was a demon riding him with spurs, driving him to treat her in a fashion not worthy of a lady highborn. Rules, manners, expected codes of conduct, simply went to blue blazes when balanced with his primeval need to claim her. At this point, all the questions hovering around her, even conventions of God and king mattered little. He would do what he must to own her.

He took her mouth, gently at first, basking in the pounding she set loose in his blood, then savagely, kissing her as though he were a drowning man ... and only she could offer him salvation. He smiled in the kiss as her fingers bit into the muscles of his arms, hanging on. It was precisely the reaction he wanted from her.

In the morning he would face the damnable riddles of Aithinne’s life, decide some immediate course of action. This night, he needed to be close to her, feel his flesh against hers, taste her, hold her, be inside her. Before anything else intruded upon their world, he was determined to bind Aithinne to him, ensure she knew they belonged together no matter what.

Brand her so she’d never let another man touch her.

He chained kisses down her neck, as his hands moved on her, pushing the kirtle down over her hips. She shivered. He felt the small frisson crawl over her skin, under his mouth. He savored it. He desperately wanted to draw this out, revel in every magical moment, only the need to mate thundered through his body, exorcising control and any hope of reason.

Her breath sucked in on a sharp inhale as he glided his hands up, cupping the weight of her breasts.

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