Warrior of Fire by Michelle Willingham

Author:Michelle Willingham
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Harlequin
Published: 2015-01-22T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter Eight

When Carice stepped back, revealing her body once again, Raine was gripped by the undeniable urge to drink in the sight of her. He was held spellbound by her bare skin and the erect rose nipples that tightened in the cool air. His body grew rock hard at the sight of her, needing to touch the body she offered.

But God help him, she would despise him for doing this. The moment she realised that he planned to give her into the hands of her enemy, she would look upon him with hatred.

And yet, he was utterly lost. She held him beneath her spell, and when she took his hands, he touched that beautiful skin.

‘No,’ he breathed. He did care, a great deal. ‘You weren’t wrong. But I have no right to be with a woman like you.’ He wanted her more than his next breath. Craved her until there were no words. He drew his hands down her silken skin, down to the base of her spine and over the curve of her hip.

‘I don’t care.’ She took his hand and held it for a moment, her blue eyes holding him captive. ‘Be with me now. Show me what you feel.’

His body was burning with need, and he hungered to give her pleasure. Yet this woman, who had suffered so much, should not lose her innocence to a man like him.

‘I will never marry,’ she said. ‘I will never bear a child within this body. But before you leave me, I want to know what it would be like to have a lover.’

‘Why?’ His voice came out rough, revealing the caged frustration. ‘Why would you offer yourself to a man like me?’

‘Because you fought for me, protected me. Because I see the way you are looking at me now, as if you want to love me.’

Dieu, how he wanted that. What he wouldn’t give to live the life of a normal man, to stay with this woman who raced along the ice and kissed him as if she needed him more than air.

Carice lifted her face to his. ‘Or am I wrong?’

With that, he was lost. With his mouth, he followed a trickle of water, as it outlined the curve of her breast. He tasted the wet skin, running his tongue to her nipple. And when he suckled her, her hands dug into his hair, holding him close. He ran his tongue over the hard nub, unable to stop himself from worshipping her. Then he kissed a path to the other breast, running his tongue along the curves until he captured the second nipple. He rolled the other with his thumb and forefinger, loving the taste of her.

‘You aren’t wrong, Carice.’ He moved back, reaching for the fallen length of soft linen. Her hair had come loose from its knot and the dark waves spilled over her shoulders and down to her hips. ‘I could spend hours touching you.’

‘Then make me forget all else,’ she whispered. ‘Let me imagine that you love me enough to stay.

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