Lord of Temptation by Paula Quinn

Author:Paula Quinn [Quinn, Paula]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Tags: FIC027000
Publisher: Forever
Published: 2008-12-14T05:00:00+00:00

Chapter Thirteen

MANY HOURS LATER, Gianelle opened her eyes. She didn’t move, feeling the warmth and power of the body beneath hers. She basked in the luxury of Dante’s arms, the strange feeling of belonging there. She listened to the breath that left his body, then filled it again, felt his chest expand and contract beneath her cheek. She would never move again.

“Dante?”

He stirred and opened his eyes. The caress of her hair as it fell over his face brought memories of what they had shared earlier rushing back to him. He lifted his hands to her head and tunneled his fingers through her thick tresses up to her scalp. Then he moved under her. He could have been stretching, Gianelle told herself as she caught a languid groan before it escaped her parted lips. But the gentle shift of his body was so provocative it made her ache for him again.

“The fire is dying out.” She smiled at him and he bent his head to kiss her.

“Are you cold, fée?”

She nodded and he closed his arms around her, then rose from the settee, bringing her with him. He carried her to his bed and laid her down on the furs. He went to the hearth and poked at the embers until they sparked to life again. He tossed more wood into the fire and turned back to her. She looked so beautiful in his bed, shrouded in the rosy candescence of firelight, that the sight of her nearly halted his heartbeat. Her hair flowed around her like a golden veil; her eyes were wide and luminously lit with a fire he knew he had ignited in her. He didn’t feel victorious, but infinitely grateful. He moved toward her, toward his bed that had become a reminder to him of how alone he was. “Are you hungry, lovely?”

“Oui, my belly is rumbling.”

Dante was tempted to tell her that her belly was always rumbling, even after she filled it with food. He laughed instead, delighted with her and her ravenous appetite. He crossed the room and picked up the tray of fruit and strips of mutton that Talard had brought him earlier. “Don’t eat the meat. It’s been sitting too long.” He sat next to her on the bed and lifted a blackberry to her lips. “Taste this.”

Her lips brushed his fingers. He leaned his body closer to her, drawn by the sight of her tongue when she accepted his offering.

“Umm, sweet,” she murmured as his scent covered her.

“Now try this one.” He closed his lips around a ripe grape and crooked his index finger at her. Gianelle smiled and bent her mouth to his. She tugged on the succulent fruit with her teeth, but Dante’s lips molded to hers, kissing her with a need that could only be met by her passionate response.

They fed each other in much the same manner until the fruit was gone, kissing and laughing when Gianelle tossed a grape in the air to show him she could catch it in her mouth.

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