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.He looked shocked, and hurt."But& " He letme go, backing up a step, obviously confused."That can'tbe."I didn't know what to say, and I watched as he wentfrom confused to defeated, his eyes going dark, hisshoulders slumping."Sire?""Stop calling me that!""Xavier " But before I could say more, he wavedmy words away."I'm sorry," he said, turning away from me."I wasbeing a fool.I don't know what I was thinking."But I did know what he'd been thinking, and theinfuriating thing was he'd been right.I'd tried to tell himonce, but he hadn't believed me.I still didn't know what Ihad to gain by convincing him of the truth, but I hated to99 Cinder Marie Sextonsee him so lost.I wanted to touch him.I longed to dancewith him again, even if it meant tripping over my own feet.I wanted him to look at me with that bright, astoundedexpression."It was the magic," I said.It was barely a whisper.It was a miracle he heardme, but he did.He looked over at me, his eyes wide."That's what she said when I complimented her dancing.""I know."He didn't answer, but I could tell he wasconsidering it again, replaying the night again in his mind,trying to decide if it was possible.He stepped closer to meagain.He put his finger under my chin and tilted my headback, forcing me to look up at him.He used his other handon the small of my back to pull me closer."Could it be?" heasked.Yes! I wanted to cry.Yes, it could be, and it is! Butbefore I could answer, he kissed me.His lips were soft.His touch was light.It was just asit had been on the dance floor my legs shaking andunsteady, the gentleness of his hand on my back.Thesurety that I was only still standing because he held me up.I put my arms around his neck and opened myself up tohim.His tongue touched my lips, testing tasting and Iwhimpered.He moaned in response, putting both of his100 Cinder Marie Sextonarms around me, pulling me tight against him, kissing medeeper.This was how it should be chest to chest, not withthe strange sensation of breasts pressed between us, but astwo men, groin to groin, the proof his arousal hard againstme.When he pulled back to look at me, his eyes were fullof wonder."It is you!""I tried to tell you.I only wanted to see you again.Imissed you that day in the woods, and I just wanted to saygoodbye." The words spilled out of me, tumbling over eachother in their haste to finally be free."The witch did thespell, but I never meant for any of this to happen.I neverexpected you to choose me.I just wanted one dance.Ididn't want you to leave without seeing you one last time.And so I went to the ball, and we were dancing, and it wasall so perfect, but then the spell wore off, and I had to leavein such a hurry, and I lost the shoe.And then you showedup the next day with Milton, and I had no idea what to do.""Why didn't you tell me?""I tried to, that night at the inn, but you didn'tbelieve me.And I was so worried you'd send me away.Ican't bear for you to send me away, Xavier.Please let mestay "He kissed me, cutting off my breathless plea.There101 Cinder Marie Sextonwas no hesitation.Only urgency.His kiss was a demand.An order.His fingers fumbled at the buttons on my shirt,and then my belt.He pushed me back on the bed.Part ofme worried having this much of him now would only makeit hurt more when I lost him, but I had no power to resisthim.I was overwhelmed, as I so often was in his presence,the sheer force of his will propelling me forward, carryingme where he wanted me to be.I could only cling to himand trust he'd see me safely to the other side.I was lost inhim the weight of him on top of me, the way he tasted,the sounds he made, the softness of his lips, and insistenceof his hands.Lord, his hands.They seemed to be everywhere, touching andteasing, and just when I thought the pleasure must surelypeak and burn out, he'd shift his focus, touch me someplacenew, ignite some yet unknown spark of desire within me,fanning it into a flame, stoking it into a wildfire that burnedme up and consumed me.When it was over, we lay spent and breathless, thesticky wetness of our pleasure cooling between us.Hisarms were tight around me, his face buried in my neck.Iwas glad he couldn't see the dampness on my cheeks."Eldon," he whispered, "what in the world are wegoing to do?"102 Cinder Marie Sexton3I slept there with him, his arms tight around me as ifhe thought I might try to escape.Not that I had anyintention of doing so.It was a peacefulness I had neverknown, curled up against his strong body, the brush of hisbreath on the back of my neck.Knowing he cared for me,on some level at least.He woke me once in the night, rousing me from thedepths of slumber, raising me again to the heights of desire.His mouth was warm and sweet and his hands were gentleyet insistent.He was firm in his desire.I could not havetold him no.And yet what he seemed to want most was toplease me.I wished morning would never come.There was noprice I wouldn't have paid for a magic that would have letmy night with him last forever.But it was not to be.I woke to the bells of the tower.It was six o'clock.The glow of morning sunlight through the curtains madethe room feel soft and somehow secretive.Xavier wasalready up, sitting in the chair I'd occupied the night before,watching me.He didn't say a word.For the first time, I felt awkward with him.He had arobe on, but I was still naked.I was painfully aware of the103 Cinder Marie Sextontan lines on my skin most of my body was pale, but myarms, face and the back of my neck were tan, betraying thehours I'd spent working in the sun.I hated the calluses onmy hands.I was ashamed of my often-patched clothes as Ihurriedly pulled them on.His silence seemed ominous.I finally turned to face him.A billion questions andhopes and worries stormed through my mind.Did he regretit? Did he want to see me again? Was it a one-time thing? Ididn't even know how to leave.Was I to be kissed, as hislover? Bid goodbye, as a friend? Or excused, like aservant? Or worse, like a whore?I could tell nothing by his eyes."Sire?" I wished my voice didn't shake.I wished Istill felt as sure with him as I had before he'd taken me tohis bed.He smiled at me, but only a barely.It was a thin,sad smile."Don't call me that.""Xavier "He stood suddenly, cutting me off."I'll break off theengagement today."My heart stopped beating.I could barely makemyself breathe, let alone speak.His words felt like the endof everything I'd hoped for."Why?""Why?" His voice was hard and bitter, and Iinstinctively took a step back."Why do you think?"104 Cinder Marie Sexton"You have to take a wife ""She's not the girl I want!" He stepped closer to me.His anger gave way to something gentle.He brushed hisfingers over my cheek."She's not the one I love."If my heart had stopped beating before, it kickedinto high speed now."You love me?"He smiled at me [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]
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.He looked shocked, and hurt."But& " He letme go, backing up a step, obviously confused."That can'tbe."I didn't know what to say, and I watched as he wentfrom confused to defeated, his eyes going dark, hisshoulders slumping."Sire?""Stop calling me that!""Xavier " But before I could say more, he wavedmy words away."I'm sorry," he said, turning away from me."I wasbeing a fool.I don't know what I was thinking."But I did know what he'd been thinking, and theinfuriating thing was he'd been right.I'd tried to tell himonce, but he hadn't believed me.I still didn't know what Ihad to gain by convincing him of the truth, but I hated to99 Cinder Marie Sextonsee him so lost.I wanted to touch him.I longed to dancewith him again, even if it meant tripping over my own feet.I wanted him to look at me with that bright, astoundedexpression."It was the magic," I said.It was barely a whisper.It was a miracle he heardme, but he did.He looked over at me, his eyes wide."That's what she said when I complimented her dancing.""I know."He didn't answer, but I could tell he wasconsidering it again, replaying the night again in his mind,trying to decide if it was possible.He stepped closer to meagain.He put his finger under my chin and tilted my headback, forcing me to look up at him.He used his other handon the small of my back to pull me closer."Could it be?" heasked.Yes! I wanted to cry.Yes, it could be, and it is! Butbefore I could answer, he kissed me.His lips were soft.His touch was light.It was just asit had been on the dance floor my legs shaking andunsteady, the gentleness of his hand on my back.Thesurety that I was only still standing because he held me up.I put my arms around his neck and opened myself up tohim.His tongue touched my lips, testing tasting and Iwhimpered.He moaned in response, putting both of his100 Cinder Marie Sextonarms around me, pulling me tight against him, kissing medeeper.This was how it should be chest to chest, not withthe strange sensation of breasts pressed between us, but astwo men, groin to groin, the proof his arousal hard againstme.When he pulled back to look at me, his eyes were fullof wonder."It is you!""I tried to tell you.I only wanted to see you again.Imissed you that day in the woods, and I just wanted to saygoodbye." The words spilled out of me, tumbling over eachother in their haste to finally be free."The witch did thespell, but I never meant for any of this to happen.I neverexpected you to choose me.I just wanted one dance.Ididn't want you to leave without seeing you one last time.And so I went to the ball, and we were dancing, and it wasall so perfect, but then the spell wore off, and I had to leavein such a hurry, and I lost the shoe.And then you showedup the next day with Milton, and I had no idea what to do.""Why didn't you tell me?""I tried to, that night at the inn, but you didn'tbelieve me.And I was so worried you'd send me away.Ican't bear for you to send me away, Xavier.Please let mestay "He kissed me, cutting off my breathless plea.There101 Cinder Marie Sextonwas no hesitation.Only urgency.His kiss was a demand.An order.His fingers fumbled at the buttons on my shirt,and then my belt.He pushed me back on the bed.Part ofme worried having this much of him now would only makeit hurt more when I lost him, but I had no power to resisthim.I was overwhelmed, as I so often was in his presence,the sheer force of his will propelling me forward, carryingme where he wanted me to be.I could only cling to himand trust he'd see me safely to the other side.I was lost inhim the weight of him on top of me, the way he tasted,the sounds he made, the softness of his lips, and insistenceof his hands.Lord, his hands.They seemed to be everywhere, touching andteasing, and just when I thought the pleasure must surelypeak and burn out, he'd shift his focus, touch me someplacenew, ignite some yet unknown spark of desire within me,fanning it into a flame, stoking it into a wildfire that burnedme up and consumed me.When it was over, we lay spent and breathless, thesticky wetness of our pleasure cooling between us.Hisarms were tight around me, his face buried in my neck.Iwas glad he couldn't see the dampness on my cheeks."Eldon," he whispered, "what in the world are wegoing to do?"102 Cinder Marie Sexton3I slept there with him, his arms tight around me as ifhe thought I might try to escape.Not that I had anyintention of doing so.It was a peacefulness I had neverknown, curled up against his strong body, the brush of hisbreath on the back of my neck.Knowing he cared for me,on some level at least.He woke me once in the night, rousing me from thedepths of slumber, raising me again to the heights of desire.His mouth was warm and sweet and his hands were gentleyet insistent.He was firm in his desire.I could not havetold him no.And yet what he seemed to want most was toplease me.I wished morning would never come.There was noprice I wouldn't have paid for a magic that would have letmy night with him last forever.But it was not to be.I woke to the bells of the tower.It was six o'clock.The glow of morning sunlight through the curtains madethe room feel soft and somehow secretive.Xavier wasalready up, sitting in the chair I'd occupied the night before,watching me.He didn't say a word.For the first time, I felt awkward with him.He had arobe on, but I was still naked.I was painfully aware of the103 Cinder Marie Sextontan lines on my skin most of my body was pale, but myarms, face and the back of my neck were tan, betraying thehours I'd spent working in the sun.I hated the calluses onmy hands.I was ashamed of my often-patched clothes as Ihurriedly pulled them on.His silence seemed ominous.I finally turned to face him.A billion questions andhopes and worries stormed through my mind.Did he regretit? Did he want to see me again? Was it a one-time thing? Ididn't even know how to leave.Was I to be kissed, as hislover? Bid goodbye, as a friend? Or excused, like aservant? Or worse, like a whore?I could tell nothing by his eyes."Sire?" I wished my voice didn't shake.I wished Istill felt as sure with him as I had before he'd taken me tohis bed.He smiled at me, but only a barely.It was a thin,sad smile."Don't call me that.""Xavier "He stood suddenly, cutting me off."I'll break off theengagement today."My heart stopped beating.I could barely makemyself breathe, let alone speak.His words felt like the endof everything I'd hoped for."Why?""Why?" His voice was hard and bitter, and Iinstinctively took a step back."Why do you think?"104 Cinder Marie Sexton"You have to take a wife ""She's not the girl I want!" He stepped closer to me.His anger gave way to something gentle.He brushed hisfingers over my cheek."She's not the one I love."If my heart had stopped beating before, it kickedinto high speed now."You love me?"He smiled at me [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]