It was slow, sweet love he made to her then. Gentle, caring, filled with the most
tender expression of his emotions any man could ever express. The world and its
problems were thrust aside. His impending punishment no longer hovered at the back
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of his mind. All he cared about, thought about, wanted was to show his lady how much
he loved her and needed her and would miss her.
His lips were soft as they plied hers. His tongue was a sweet, gentle caress slipping
into her mouth to sweep across her lips and tickle her pallet, run between her bottom
teeth and lip. His breath was warm and smelled of lemon drops.
Lea’s hands were in his hair, stroking the thick curls, scratching lightly, seductively
along his scalp. She tugged playfully at the deep waves and smoothed them back from
his high forehead, meeting his needy gaze with a sultry one of her own.
“By the gods, you are my very heart, Lea Walsh,” he told her.
His hand was on her breast, lightly kneading the fullness. He dipped his head and
kissed her nipple through the fabric of her gown and chemise.
“Undress me, my man,” she said. “Let me feel every inch of you.”
He did not need a second invitation. Pushing to his knees, he knelt between her legs
and helped her to sit up, drew her dress over her head, the chemise following in a
heartbeat. His hands shook as he molded them to her lush bosoms.
“I never thought to know such happiness, sweeting,” he told her. “I never thought I
would find any kind of peace this side of the grave.”
She put her fingers to his lips and smiled gently then lay down, her hands to either
side of her head, his still on her breasts.
Bevyn stretched out atop her and took one glorious mound into his mouth, laving
the nipple sweetly, flicking his tongue across it, swirling around it, drawing it deeply
into his mouth. As her fingers threaded through his hair, he suckled her.
His weight crushed her in such a glorious way, Lea wondered how she had ever
existed without it. It was as though it was a part of her, he was a part of her, and she
would never be whole again were she to lose him. At that sweet moment of feeling him
pressing her into the mattress, his strong, muscular body imprisoning hers, she could
almost see herself accepting that part of him she found so repulsive, so she could be
with him like this for as long as they both drew breath.
But it was a fleeting thought as he moved to her other breast to worship the
sweetness there. She knew she would be hard-pressed to take into her body such a
revolting thing as the parasite that lived within his no matter how much she loved him.
The thought of having to drink blood, to exist on the strong drug she watched him
inject so painfully into his neck…
She shuddered.
Bevyn lifted his head, looked up in to her eyes, and at that moment she knew he
had been intercepting her wayward thoughts. “You need not worry about it, sweeting,”
he said. “I swore I would not and I will not.”
“I know,” she said, and put her hands to his cheeks to draw his mouth to hers but
her hands were trembling.
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He slid up her, luxuriating in the feel of her hard little nipples pressing against his
chest. Where they touched his flesh, they practically singed him. He shoved his hands
beneath her rump and lifted her to him.
“Then know this,” he said. “I belong only to you. No one else, nothing else matters.
I will be yours for as long as you want me.”
He slanted his mouth across hers and kissed her deeply, passionately, as he pressed
his hard cock against her stomach.
Lea reached down to wrap her fingers around his shaft, arching her hips to make
him move back so she could position him between her legs. As the tip of him touched
her core, he drew in a harsh, ragged breath, barely able to contain the pleasure driving
through him.
She slid him inside her then moved her hand so she could cup his buttocks, seating
him deep within her. Her fingernails dug into the hard muscles of his cheeks to goad
him into thrusting.
And thrust he did. He lifted her ass up even as she scored his with her short nails
and he pumped into her slowly at first then with increased speed as their kiss deepened
and his rod grew impatient. Her folds were like warm honey around him—slick and
sweet and coating him with their combined juices. Her muscles flexed about him in
sweet little pulses that set his blood to racing.
His cock swelled inside her to such an unbelievable degree he thought he would
burst. He was driving into her with such power, such heat, such juicy thrusts, that she
was now clinging to him, making little groaning sounds as he touched some part of her
that was giving her great pleasure.
“Aye, milord,” she whispered as she tore her mouth from his and put her lips to his
ear. “Take your woman. Take her hard!”
Her words were like a prod to his ass and he felt it all the way through his lower
body and into his belly. His cock leapt then strained then began slamming into her with
such force the bed rocked beneath them.
Lea lifted her legs and locked them around his hips, her heel digging into the cleft
of his ass as he drove into her with wild abandon. She closed her eyes and held her
breath for the spasms were beginning deep inside her and she arched herself up,
bearing down on his shaft.
“Merciful Alel,” she heard him say as he became a frenzied engine pistoning into
her. The bed no longer rocked, it shook beneath them, the headboard slamming against
the wall.
“Come, my lover,” she whispered in his ear as her climax shot over her. “Fill me!”
Bevyn shot hot and long into her sweet body, his head thrown back as he howled
his release. His hips swiveled against her, pumped into her, ground down on her as he
shuddered violently with the coming, his entire body wrapped
