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.“Trust me.It will never hurt again.” He covered her body and held her tightly.He took her mouth infierce possession as he pushed inside, hard and fast.Isabel grunted into his mouth, and he clasped her closer.Their bodies hot and slick, they movedtogether in a dance that was exquisite.He broke the kiss and tucked his face into her neck.“I can’t hold back anymore.You feel too good, too tight.Too perfect.”He released his hold on her long enough to guide her legs around his waist.Before she could miss hisstrength, he wrapped his arms back around her and began to pull his length out of her sheath.She clung to him, held him, needing to keep him there, deep inside her.She cried out at the loss.She cried out again when he sank back inside her, even deeper than before.They both sighed.His breath rained hot upon her neck.Hers stuck in her lungs as he began to move inand out of her, rocking against her.His guttural voice filled her ear.He hurtled vulgar profanities in a tight voice.The forbidden thoughts and words added to the spell.His passion wound her tighter and tighter.He shifted her hips to position her in a way that forced her mind to quaver, eliciting grunts from her.She should have been mortified by her animalistic mewling and moaning, but instead she was filled with more passion from her uninhibitedresponse.He tensed above her.Then he lifted himself on his arms to thrust into her with a force that drove herinto a blinding white light.Her body responded with a like tension, clutching, grasping.His mouth formed a wordless expletive.He ground his hips hard against her.The heat of his releasefilled her, and the bed shook with the force of his final thrust.She closed her eyes, unable to bear the emotion blocking her throat at the sight of him.He rolled to the side and folded her into his arms.Their legs tangled in sheets.He kicked off thecoverings and held her.Their wet skin clung.He kissed her shoulder and licked the birthmark behind herear before his body went lax along her back.His hand skimmed up and down her side and encouraged thelethargy weighing her to the mattress.www.samhainpublishing.comElla DrakeWhispering sweet words of thanks and compliments, he soothed her, warming her to dangerousthoughts.She could love a man such as this.After the stresses of the past two days and the rigors of their joining, Isabel’s eyes grew heavy,scratchy.Lord Hayle’s deep breathing relaxed her toward sleep, but she lingered there, on the edge ofoblivion.When his hand caressed her still bound hair, his fingers became entangled, and caught strandswrapped around the Hayle crested ring he wore.He sucked in a breath and blew it out.“There was amisunderstanding with the house staff about our sleeping arrangements.Your things were taken to anotherchamber.I’ll go get your brushes, and we’ll have your other belongings moved tomorrow.”He rose from the bed, donned a long luxurious robe of red velvet, and left the room, pulling the heavydoor closed behind him.She lay with her face toward the ceiling.A fresco covered the plaster depicting a demon and angelembraced.Awakened to the sport she’d shared moments ago with her husband, the ecstatic expression ofthe angel bespoke of erotic bliss.Muscles sore, but happily so, Isabel stretched in the large bed.A secret smile curved her lips, bothwith pride over the wonders she’d discovered with her husband’s touch, and with the knowledge that she’dpleased him.Why else would he want her to share his room?The sun had gone down.The fire did little to dispel the descending darkness.Her core pulsed.Isabel smiled, joyous.Her body might be well used, but she’d had the pleasure of the exercise.A throb slammed through her, stronger.Even with her inexperience, she knew this was unusual.She lay still and concentrated on her body.The muscles of her most private place squeezed, beating in time, as if her lord were still within her.She turned on her side and stretched again.Her body was unused to the rigors of joining.She wouldadjust and anticipated her husband’s tutelage.The vibrations continued, her body grew languid, and moisture pooled between her legs.She smiled,content, until her eyes flew wide.Her gathering lust was unnatural.She jumped from the bed.With norobe, she quickly wrapped a coverlet around her.Pacing the room, she gave in to an urgent pull, a need to move.She found herself in front of the reddoor.The forbidden door.A door that now breathed, pulling in and out, pulsing, in the same rhythm as the pressure between her thighs.She stumbled, backed away, and fell into the arms of a hard body.Her husband growled in her ear.“Stay away from that door.”www.samhainpublishing.comElla DrakeThe Forbidden ChamberShe turned in his grasp, and he kissed her with fierce ardor.Isabel rubbed her body against him withabandon.The ache grew, stoking the fire between them, and she forgot about the door.www.samhainpublishing.comChapter SixRukh was torn.The Hayle curse, locked away behind the red door, forced him to guard against its escape.If Rukhslept elsewhere, his prolonged absence tempted the evil that bided there.He didn’t quite understand it, but his continual presence and his weekly visits from Sheila, and those before her, had appeased the imprisoned erotic hunger.His visits from the kitchen servant kept the curse in check and prevented its escape.His previous two wives hadn’t stayed in his rooms since he’d had no inclination to share his life withthem, much less his bedroom.They had stayed only briefly for conjugal visits.With both, the first night spent in his bed had been the night they’d opened the forbidden door, and he’d vowed to never take another bride.That pledge scattered to the wind the moment he’d tasted Isabel.Wicked desire hung like a cloud over this manor.All inhabitants and visitors fell prey to theheightened lust, but only his wives had been completely drawn to the hell he guarded against.Hadn’t Sheila come and gone with no ill effects? It was clear that if he kept Isabel in this room, her life was in danger.Oh, he’d known, of course, but in his desire to have her, he’d hidden the truth from himself.A centuries old man should know better.He’d found Isabel at the red door and taken her back to bed.She’d been wanton, despite the expectedtenderness and the innocence of a new bride.They’d enjoyed repeated amorous delights, but he could notdeny the truth.Not in the light of day.The first time had been sweet, an emotional connection.Throughout the night, she’d shown increasingdesperation, a wildness that he savored but was not true to her nature or her inexperience.The lovely woman lying naked in his arms would have to stay in her own chambers.He stroked herbared leg, thrown over his own, and looked at her tangled black hair.He ached to run his fingers through it.They’d never gotten around to combing it out, and it would be a mess to straighten.No doubt she’d shedsome tears over some of those knots.His heart wrenched.Rukh wanted to spend every night this way, limbs entwined, his bride’s sweetbreath against his chest and her nose nuzzling into him [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]
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.“Trust me.It will never hurt again.” He covered her body and held her tightly.He took her mouth infierce possession as he pushed inside, hard and fast.Isabel grunted into his mouth, and he clasped her closer.Their bodies hot and slick, they movedtogether in a dance that was exquisite.He broke the kiss and tucked his face into her neck.“I can’t hold back anymore.You feel too good, too tight.Too perfect.”He released his hold on her long enough to guide her legs around his waist.Before she could miss hisstrength, he wrapped his arms back around her and began to pull his length out of her sheath.She clung to him, held him, needing to keep him there, deep inside her.She cried out at the loss.She cried out again when he sank back inside her, even deeper than before.They both sighed.His breath rained hot upon her neck.Hers stuck in her lungs as he began to move inand out of her, rocking against her.His guttural voice filled her ear.He hurtled vulgar profanities in a tight voice.The forbidden thoughts and words added to the spell.His passion wound her tighter and tighter.He shifted her hips to position her in a way that forced her mind to quaver, eliciting grunts from her.She should have been mortified by her animalistic mewling and moaning, but instead she was filled with more passion from her uninhibitedresponse.He tensed above her.Then he lifted himself on his arms to thrust into her with a force that drove herinto a blinding white light.Her body responded with a like tension, clutching, grasping.His mouth formed a wordless expletive.He ground his hips hard against her.The heat of his releasefilled her, and the bed shook with the force of his final thrust.She closed her eyes, unable to bear the emotion blocking her throat at the sight of him.He rolled to the side and folded her into his arms.Their legs tangled in sheets.He kicked off thecoverings and held her.Their wet skin clung.He kissed her shoulder and licked the birthmark behind herear before his body went lax along her back.His hand skimmed up and down her side and encouraged thelethargy weighing her to the mattress.www.samhainpublishing.comElla DrakeWhispering sweet words of thanks and compliments, he soothed her, warming her to dangerousthoughts.She could love a man such as this.After the stresses of the past two days and the rigors of their joining, Isabel’s eyes grew heavy,scratchy.Lord Hayle’s deep breathing relaxed her toward sleep, but she lingered there, on the edge ofoblivion.When his hand caressed her still bound hair, his fingers became entangled, and caught strandswrapped around the Hayle crested ring he wore.He sucked in a breath and blew it out.“There was amisunderstanding with the house staff about our sleeping arrangements.Your things were taken to anotherchamber.I’ll go get your brushes, and we’ll have your other belongings moved tomorrow.”He rose from the bed, donned a long luxurious robe of red velvet, and left the room, pulling the heavydoor closed behind him.She lay with her face toward the ceiling.A fresco covered the plaster depicting a demon and angelembraced.Awakened to the sport she’d shared moments ago with her husband, the ecstatic expression ofthe angel bespoke of erotic bliss.Muscles sore, but happily so, Isabel stretched in the large bed.A secret smile curved her lips, bothwith pride over the wonders she’d discovered with her husband’s touch, and with the knowledge that she’dpleased him.Why else would he want her to share his room?The sun had gone down.The fire did little to dispel the descending darkness.Her core pulsed.Isabel smiled, joyous.Her body might be well used, but she’d had the pleasure of the exercise.A throb slammed through her, stronger.Even with her inexperience, she knew this was unusual.She lay still and concentrated on her body.The muscles of her most private place squeezed, beating in time, as if her lord were still within her.She turned on her side and stretched again.Her body was unused to the rigors of joining.She wouldadjust and anticipated her husband’s tutelage.The vibrations continued, her body grew languid, and moisture pooled between her legs.She smiled,content, until her eyes flew wide.Her gathering lust was unnatural.She jumped from the bed.With norobe, she quickly wrapped a coverlet around her.Pacing the room, she gave in to an urgent pull, a need to move.She found herself in front of the reddoor.The forbidden door.A door that now breathed, pulling in and out, pulsing, in the same rhythm as the pressure between her thighs.She stumbled, backed away, and fell into the arms of a hard body.Her husband growled in her ear.“Stay away from that door.”www.samhainpublishing.comElla DrakeThe Forbidden ChamberShe turned in his grasp, and he kissed her with fierce ardor.Isabel rubbed her body against him withabandon.The ache grew, stoking the fire between them, and she forgot about the door.www.samhainpublishing.comChapter SixRukh was torn.The Hayle curse, locked away behind the red door, forced him to guard against its escape.If Rukhslept elsewhere, his prolonged absence tempted the evil that bided there.He didn’t quite understand it, but his continual presence and his weekly visits from Sheila, and those before her, had appeased the imprisoned erotic hunger.His visits from the kitchen servant kept the curse in check and prevented its escape.His previous two wives hadn’t stayed in his rooms since he’d had no inclination to share his life withthem, much less his bedroom.They had stayed only briefly for conjugal visits.With both, the first night spent in his bed had been the night they’d opened the forbidden door, and he’d vowed to never take another bride.That pledge scattered to the wind the moment he’d tasted Isabel.Wicked desire hung like a cloud over this manor.All inhabitants and visitors fell prey to theheightened lust, but only his wives had been completely drawn to the hell he guarded against.Hadn’t Sheila come and gone with no ill effects? It was clear that if he kept Isabel in this room, her life was in danger.Oh, he’d known, of course, but in his desire to have her, he’d hidden the truth from himself.A centuries old man should know better.He’d found Isabel at the red door and taken her back to bed.She’d been wanton, despite the expectedtenderness and the innocence of a new bride.They’d enjoyed repeated amorous delights, but he could notdeny the truth.Not in the light of day.The first time had been sweet, an emotional connection.Throughout the night, she’d shown increasingdesperation, a wildness that he savored but was not true to her nature or her inexperience.The lovely woman lying naked in his arms would have to stay in her own chambers.He stroked herbared leg, thrown over his own, and looked at her tangled black hair.He ached to run his fingers through it.They’d never gotten around to combing it out, and it would be a mess to straighten.No doubt she’d shedsome tears over some of those knots.His heart wrenched.Rukh wanted to spend every night this way, limbs entwined, his bride’s sweetbreath against his chest and her nose nuzzling into him [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]