Dodd, Christina - Princess 1 by The Runaway Princess

Author:The Runaway Princess
Language: eng
Format: mobi
Published: 0101-01-01T00:00:00+00:00

Twenty

Evangeline had never seen the prince smile like that. As if he were astonished and proud and relieved, a man facing his fate and finding it wonderful.

“My clothes?” she rasped.

“You won’t need them tonight.”

The wound in her foot must have weakened her more than she realized. She heard him, and she didn’t mind. He stared at her, and she liked it. He planned to debauch her, and she wanted it.

“Danior?” she whispered.

To answer, he enveloped her in the rug, picked her up, and walked toward the pine bough bed nestled in the hollow just at the edge of the forest. His face was close to hers, close enough that the warmth of his breath touched her cheek, and in the moonlight she saw the faint, anticipatory glimmer of his eyes.

“Danior?” she whispered again.

He pressed his mouth to hers. A day’s growth of beard scraped her chin. He smelled damp and tasted clean. Water clung to him and seeped through the rug, carrying the heat of his determination.

A simple man. She’d seen him as incapable of wily enticement. Nothing had happened to change her mind. There had been nothing wily about his conduct; to a simple man, a bath together in God’s most romantic setting must naturally be followed by their coupling.

The worthless little towel fell from her fingers.

Lifting his lips, he murmured, “Evangeline, I want you.”

Remembering his earlier laughter, she asked, “Do you really want me?” Madly, truly, uncontrollably, she meant.

“My God, woman, what do you think this is all about?” Taking the last steps to the bed, he laid her down and lay atop her.

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He blocked out the sky. He weighed her down, and the woven wool confined her movements. But before the old panic could set in, he freed her from its constraint.

“Stay there,” he admonished. “And I mean it this time.”

He must not have felt sure of her, for he didn’t move far. Just to the foot of the bed, where he stripped off so quickly she scarcely had time to note she lay on the cloak, the pine boughs beneath her were deep and fragrant, the trees surrounding them gave them shelter and shadow, and she was trembling.

Trembling from cold, and trembling from nervousness.

Oh, Leona had allowed her to read amazing Oriental texts describing the most outrageous acts men and women could perform together. But much like descending a tower on a rope, knowledge lent little to reality. This adventure, more than all the others, required courage, and her meager store had been depleted.

She clenched her teeth, clutched her fists, locked her knees together. She kept her eyes wide and fixed on the specter that was Danior, and concentrated on maintaining her composure. She couldn’t yell, she couldn’t run away, so she would endure.

Cold air rushed in as he lifted the cover and slid beneath. Then the goad of flesh against flesh brought a flash of heat. Their bodies pressed together along every inch possible. Above her head was his, outlined against the stars and the silhouette of the branches.

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