Upon a Midnight Dream by Van Dyken Rachel

Author:Van Dyken, Rachel [Van Dyken, Rachel]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: General Fiction
ISBN: 1477590803
Amazon: B0086XN6A4
Publisher: Astraea Press
Published: 2012-05-27T06:00:00+00:00

Stefan cursed in French, German, and his very own made up language—all in his head of course for he didn’t want to alarm Rosalind. No, the poor girl was probably at this moment contemplating ways to wear all her clothing in hopes to battle untoward advances from him.

What the devil did she think he would do? He was a man! When a woman screams, a man is there to protect! And Rosalind, curse the woman. She was everything to him. Protecting her was like breathing, so when he heard her scream a panic like none other enveloped him. Obviously without thinking, he ran to her aid. Only to find, too late, that he was grossly unprepared for a lust filled battle as her eyes boldly scanned his naked body.

Never had he felt a more screaming desire to take a woman to bed. To fully consume a woman. His hands ached to reach out and touch her. His body pounded with the desire. As the blood roared through his ears, as the lust blinded his sound mind making everything he was about to do justifiable. He looked into her eyes and paused.

Trust.

He had finally gained it. And was in no position to lose it. The kiss was a gut instinct, a mistake. A way to capture a taste of what he had become so addicted to over the past few days. Instead, it nearly ruined everything, and he wasn’t at all sure how to go about the night. Perhaps pretend that he wasn’t fearful of ravishing her? His semi-foxed state did nothing to help circumstances.

With a sigh, he finished his bath and donned his breeches and shirtsleeves, in hopes to cover himself up more than before. Stefan took a seat next to the small table with the food.

“You may open your eyes now, Rose.”

She opened her eyes and tentatively rose from the chair and sat opposite him.

“May I be bold, Your Grace?” Rosalind’s eyes were downcast as if she was thinking very carefully on something.

“Always,” Stefan grinned trying to lighten the passion-filled mood.

“I find a man beautiful. I find you beautiful. And I cannot imagine my eyes ever seeing something that is your equal.”

Stunned into silence, Stefan’s mouth could only drop open as Rosalind blushed profusely and poured them wine.

He reached out and touched her shaking hand. “Perhaps no equal, but a beauty far surpasses my own. You need not but look in the mirror my Rose, to see my meaning.”

They ate and drank in silence. Rosalind continued to look down. After the meal was finished she finally raised her eyes to meet his.

It was akin to getting punched in the stomach. He had to make this angel, this beautifully strong woman, his.

“Your song.” She tilted her head. “It changed tunes.”

“Ah, so you noticed.” Amused, he leaned back against the chair and crossed his arms. “Another one of Dominique’s beautiful piano fortes. Can you guess what it is about?”

“Death?” Rosalind joked.

Stefan scowled. “Try again.”

“Horses?”

“Wrong, and I don’t believe any songs have been written about Samson yet, but I wouldn’t completely cross that probability from happening.

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