Unfaded Glory. Sara Arden
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Название: Unfaded Glory

Автор: Sara Arden

Издательство: HarperCollins

Жанр: Современные любовные романы

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isbn: 9781474008204

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      When she opened her eyes to look into his, Damara thought that action spoke of something more intimate than the act itself. She knew she’d never forget him, but this had been an act between strangers who had to remain just that. Only this small thing, this tenderness, it bound them together.

      Byron pushed past her veil, and her nose prickled the way it did before she was about to cry. Not because of the pain—it was fleeting—but because it had only taken a second to rid herself of what made her the Jewel of Castallegna. In a single instant, she’d rendered herself worthless.

      She refused to cry. This was what had to be done and it was good.

      Damara shut out the doubts, the fears, everything, and flung herself into the moment. She clung to him with the kind of abandon that could only be felt when an ending loomed above like a storm cloud. This was a memory that would have to last her a lifetime, because, after today, she’d never see Byron Hawkins again.

      She was frantic to feel everything. “More.”

      He increased his speed and drove himself deeper into her, but it still wasn’t enough. She wanted him closer, tried to memorize the way his body felt working in tempo with hers. The scent of him, the way his lips tasted.

      Damara wanted everything.

      Even if she fell in love, even if she married, no one could ever be first, and she was determined to make this a good memory.

      “If we had more time, I’d do this to you for hours. I’d stop and bring you off with my mouth again, my fingers. I’d taste and touch every inch of you, Damara.”

      She shivered and clung tighter, dug her nails into his back as if that could anchor him there and keep the outside world from ever intruding.

      A strange sensation fluttered inside her when she clenched herself around him. He stilled, his muscles tense and taut. With a groan, he started moving again, pushing deep.

      “Is that right?” she asked shyly. She wanted to make him feel as good as he made her feel.

      “It’s more than right.”

      Damara did it again, and he buried his face in her neck, clung to her as she clung to him and rocked them both toward another culmination.

      This one was different; rather than an explosion it was a fluttering that originated deep in her core and radiated outward. Not like fireworks—more like the concentric circles of a stone dropped in a pond.

      Hawkins reached his completion after her, hips jerking and tensing before his whole body stiffened and then he went still. For a moment, she wondered if she’d killed him. He was so still and the look on his face had been so intense she couldn’t tell if it was pleasure or pain.

      Then he rolled off her and lay on his back, staring up at the ceiling.

      She felt as though she should say something, but she didn’t know what. So she lay in silence until the blurry aftermath of pleasure faded. Damara was torn between thanking him and asking if they could do it again.

      She didn’t know what she expected from him, but it was as if he’d never touched her. Never kissed her.

      Never made love to her.

      She didn’t care what he said. What they’d done together wasn’t fucking. He’d been so gentle, so reverent. Damara didn’t think all men were that way with every partner. It meant something to him. Not love, they barely knew each other, but there was a connection.

      “You can have the shower first.”

      So it wasn’t at all like the novels she’d read. They wouldn’t lie together, holding each other. She’d go shower as if it was just another day, another thing that had happened.

      Okay. She could do this.

      When she got out of the bed, she saw the tiny stain of blood on the sheets. Wars had been fought over something so insignificant. It seemed incredibly stupid. Not that the experience wasn’t magnificent—it was. But a little splash of blood for king and countries?

      Damara walked gingerly toward the door and was reminded of her activities with every step. She was incredibly sore, but each twinge of discomfort brought back a memory of a touch, a caress. It made her sigh. She wished she could linger and they could do it again.

      But her father had a saying about wishing in one hand and holding goat crap in the other. The wishing hand was always empty.

      She stepped under the spray of the hot water, and, just like she’d wanted it to wash away the guilt, she let it wash away any possible regret. This was what she’d wanted, and she’d gotten it. Damara wouldn’t complain now.

      She’d focus on the next step of their journey. He’d done everything she’d asked of him and more.

      Damara relaxed into the water, letting it pour over her. An array of little bottles were lined up for her to try, and she sniffed each one until she found one that smelled vaguely of home. Jasmine.

      When she was done, she bundled herself up in a fluffy towel and wondered what she should put on. She didn’t have any other clothes. The thought of putting her dirty fatigues back on was less than appealing.

      She should’ve known Byron would take care of it.

      A brand-new T-shirt lay folded on her side of the bed. The sheets had been changed as well, and he lay sprawled on one of the chaise couches at the end of the bed, eyes closed.

      She couldn’t tell if he was sleeping, but she knew he hadn’t slept at all in the past twenty-four hours. If he was, she didn’t want to disturb him.

      Their food had arrived, too.

      Damara shimmied into the T-shirt and panties that were folded discreetly beneath it and attacked her food with gusto.

      She didn’t know if it was because of the adrenaline or everything else that had happened to her, but the lamb was the best she’d ever tasted. It melted on her tongue. She didn’t realize how decadent it really was until Byron spoke. His eyes were still closed.

      “Woman, if you keep making those sounds, I’m going to have you flat on your back again in about five seconds.”

      Damara shivered, delighted at the thought. “With lamb breath and all?”

      “Lamb breath, dog breath, I don’t care.” He’d flung an arm over his head; his eyes were still closed.

      “You don’t look like you’ll be doing much of anything to me,” she teased.

      “I’ve been up for thirty-six hours.”

      Of course he hadn’t said anything. As if it was unmanly to sleep or something. “So go to sleep.”

      “I’m trying, but you’re having mouthgasms with your lamb,” he said drily.

      “I’m sorry.” Her apology was sincere.

      “It’s all right—I was only teasing. I never sleep well anyway. Insomnia.”

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