The Conqueror (Hot Knights) by Gillgannon Mary

Author:Gillgannon, Mary [Gillgannon, Mary]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Knights, England, Medieval Romance
Published: 2013-07-02T04:00:00+00:00

SIXTEEN

As soon as he had turned over, her eyes went to his shaft. Ruddy pink against the blaze of his pubic hair, it stood up bold and proud, a beacon of his desire. But was it desire for her, or could any woman stir it?

“Touch me. Please.”

She reached out. His shaft also rose for Golde. Did his passion at this moment mean anything?

He groaned as her fingers hovered over him. “Edeva,” he whispered. “My lusty she-cat, please touch me.”

She rinsed out the cloth and washed his manhood. He was as hot as she remembered. And as hard.

She tried to be cold, disinterested. Not to fondle the velvety, arrow-like tip. Nor run her fingers lovingly down the smooth length of him. Or curl her fingers around the weight of the tight pouches hanging below.

But such willpower seemed beyond her. Though haunted by doubts, she could not help enjoying the moment. Skin against skin. Sensitive finger pads against keen flesh. She traced patterns along the heated column of his shaft, savoring the fit of him in her hand.

A droplet of moisture appeared at the quivering tip. Her instincts said to lick it. He was clean, smelling of soap, and her mouth had felt wet and yearning ever since they began this fascinating endeavor.

She leaned over and touched him with her tongue. He gave a gasp and clutched the bedcovers in a death grip. “Dear God, you’ll drive me to madness!”

The desperation in his voice frightened her. She drew back. “Your wound! We should not be doing this!”

“Jesu, woman! Do you mean to kill me? If you do not finish now, I’m like to expire of frustration anyway.”

Edeva gazed at him in amazement. “But how do we... that is... you cannot think to...”

“Do as you were doing. I will find release, of that I’m certain!”

She gaped.

“Never fear,” he whispered, “I will satisfy you as well. I would not leave you to suffer aching loins, not after the delight I’ve experienced at your hands.”

The warmth in his voice soothed her. If he did not love her, at least he cared for her feelings.

He sat halfway up on the bed, his green eyes dark with longing. “Take off your kirtle. I would see you naked.”

She did as he bid, feeling half hot with embarrassment, half with desire. Her nipples were swollen, pulsing peaks. Between her thighs, she was so wet, she feared to find moisture dribbling down her legs.

His eyes swept over her, eager and hungry. “Straddle me.”

Awkwardly, she climbed on the bed and did so. He leaned back, nostrils flared, lips parted. The pupils of his eyes were black pools. “Heaven forfend, but you’re spectacular.”

’Twas a heady thing, to display herself to this man. He did not make her feel too big, ungainly or unfeminine. His gaze upon her body was reverent.

“You have magnificent breasts,” he said “I would taste them... one delicious nipple at a time.”

As if he willed it, she leaned over, offering herself. He took the gift, his mouth rough upon her succulent flesh.

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