Loving Lies. Tina Donahue

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      She turned her face to his. Her eyes were puffy from tears and bright with what appeared to be concern as to what would happen between them.

      Only pleasure. He brushed his lips over hers to prove it. Her mouth still trembled. With great gentleness, he skimmed her bottom lip with his tongue then kissed her with more tenderness than he realized he had. She sagged against him, suckling his tongue, moaning faintly. Pleased, he trailed his fingers down her velvety throat causing her to moan even more. Beneath his touch, she yielded and craved. He ended the kiss and eased back.

      Her taut nipples were a dusky rose, the tips long, made for his mouth, the same as the rest of her. Her lush breasts had easily filled his hands, the flare of her hips was so womanly his sac tightened even more. Warning himself to quell his desire, he ran his fingers over the base of her throat and smiled at her prolonged sigh. “The pain has passed, no?”

      Her eyes were glassy, distracted. She took a deep breath before nodding.

      He led her farther into the stream until water lapped her thighs. With his arm around her waist, he pulled her against him, nestling his shaft in the furrow between her plush cheeks. His head buzzed at her softness and warmth, his arousal so intense he could barely force down a swallow or capture a breath. Isabella, on the other hand, stiffened and dug her fingers into his wrist.

      Clearly, she needed more wooing. He pressed his mouth to her neck and suckled, enjoying the faint saltiness of her skin. She eased her grip. With her fear again draining away, he took another quick look, satisfied they were safe, and trickled water over her narrow shoulders. The moisture glimmered in the light, skimming her breasts, trailing past her peaked nipples before gliding over her torso to her mound.

      Warmth pooled in his groin. His shaft hungered for her tight, wet heat. Forcing himself to be patient and gentle, he brought more water to her shoulders and arms. She whimpered and tried to pull away, covering her scraped elbows with her hands.

      Again, he assured, “The pain will pass.” He cupped her right breast.

      She went rigid, not even breathing any longer.

      He made no sudden moves. “I gave you my word to wait for our coupling.” Before she could question or speak, he turned her face to his and slipped his tongue between her lips. She sighed hungrily. He growled at the stunning comfort of her mouth and the wonder of her nipple against his roughened palm. Her tip was erect, her breast so yielding he fondled her with an urgency he hadn’t experienced in years with the women he’d known.

      As he deepened the kiss, she pushed her breast into his hand, unknowingly pressing her buttocks against his stiffened shaft. Currents of heat flowed through him, her closeness fueling his hunger. He ran his hand over her breasts, squeezing each precious globe before pulling his mouth free.

      Breathing hard, she rested the back of her head against his shoulder.

      Her growing trust thrilled him as few things had. With his attention on their surroundings, ever alert to danger, he slid his hand over the gentle swell of her belly, his fingers poised above her slit. She pushed into him. To get away from his touch? He stroked her delicate flesh, deliberately teasing it. “Allow me this.”

      Her breath spilled out on a ragged sigh. Above them, birds flew past, chirping gaily. Wind hushed through the trees. Isabella soon seemed unaware of anything except his patient touch. She turned her head until her cheek rested against his shoulder and her newest sighs warmed his throat.

      Smiling, he slipped his fingers over her mound and touched the soft folds between her legs. Her breath caught…the same as his. She was already wet for him. The world spun so quickly, he had to lock his knees to steady himself. Beneath his fingers, her sex grew plumper, slicker with her womanly moisture. He held back a bellow of delight and dipped his fingers to her sweet nub. She made a gentle, feminine sound, fueling his lust.

      “Allow me this,” he said, even though she’d made no move to resist. She kept her legs open to his touch, every part of her surrendering to whatever he willed.

      As he flicked his fingertips over her erect nub, she released a shuddering breath and melted into his touch, clearly wanting more. Determined to prolong her pleasure, to make her desire this over anything else, he eased his hand from her slit and rested his damp fingers on her belly. She shook her head. Objecting to the way he’d stopped? Surely. He ran his forefinger around her navel, circling the small depression.

      “No.” She pulled in more air. “Touch me there again. Please.”

      He feigned ignorance. “Where?”

      Her breasts quivered with her harsh breaths. “My sex. Touch it.”

      “In time.”

      “Now.”

      He suckled her throat, liking the eager and wanting sounds she made. He kissed her shoulder, ear, and temple before concentrating on her nub, stroking it unhurriedly. She gripped his forearm. Brushing his fingers more quickly against her sex, he drove her closer to the edge. Her breathing grew strained, muscles tight. As she neared the height of her pleasure, he eased back his hand.

      She moaned. “No, no, no, no. Why did you stop? Touch me.”

      He did, and a shameless cry burst from her. Before she could catch her breath, he rubbed faster, harder, so relentless in his intent, she reached release quickly and cried out once more. He held her tightly to him as she floated down from the peak of her desire, shivering against him.

      She belonged to him now, and not only because of this act or their betrothal. She’d been born for him as much as he’d been born for her. It was a concept he’d never considered before. A dream he’d thought only a fool could believe.

      He’d been blind for denying such a thing until now, because he was falling under the spell of a woman he barely knew and yet seemed to have known all of his days. From the moment he first saw her in the market, she’d captured his heart. She’d proved to be courageous and worthy of the greatest respect. A man didn’t need days, months, or years to know this kind of passion. It could happen in an instant. If one was fortunate, it lasted a lifetime.

      He sighed contentedly as she turned into him, snuggling her breasts to his chest, resting her face against his neck. Her sweet breath did magical things, making his shaft even harder. After kissing her shoulder, he again regarded their surroundings. They were blessedly alone, as he’d predicted when choosing this spot.

      He embraced her gently. “Have you nothing to say?”

      “Gracias.”

      Fernando laughed, realizing too late how he’d insulted her. He pulled her back within his embrace. “Forgive me. I was not making light of the moment. Your response delights me.”

      “One you expected, no?”

      Of course, though he never would have guessed how elated he’d be at pleasing her. The second son of a count had brought this first-born lady much joy. “Until this moment you were so difficult, I had no idea what might happen.”

      “I was disagreeable, not difficult.” She pressed her mouth to his throat and suckled him tenderly.

      His knees knocked against hers. His heart beat so hard he could barely speak. “Have it your way, though no more.”

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