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seductive. “Yes, I admit I have, but you’re mine now. Forever.”
There was triumph in his tone, as if he had won a great prize, and had the right to do with her whatever he wished. She wanted to tell him the truth, to discover if he had really married her for her money, to see how he would react when he learned she was disinherited. Instead she stretched her arms about his broad shoulders and relished the feel of his hands on her body. She pulled his mouth close to hers. “I love you, Paul. Don’t ever forget that,” she whispered before his lips devoured hers.
He scooped her up and carried her out of the drawing room and up the staircase to their bedroom. The velvet haze of evening caressed them as they removed their clothes, allowing the garments to fall in piles upon the floor. Allison waited for him on the bed, eager, yet trembling for fear she would somehow displease him now that she was his wife. Then his warm body touched hers, moved over her, the wiry hair of his chest rubbing across her sensitive breasts.
Allison looked into hiseyes which darkly shone with desire. Can he really love me ? she asked herself. “I want to make you happy, Paul. I love you so much!”
He smiled a dazzling smile, and she brushed a stray wisp of blonde hair from his forehead. “I’m the happiest man alive. I have everything I want,” he assured her.
His answer should have satisfied her doubts, but it didn’t. She realized she was held in the arms of a stranger, a man of whom she knew very little. Of course, she was in love with him, but would she be married to him now if it hadn’t been for old Maggie’s prophecy? She shook her head to drive the distracting thoughts away. “Love me,” she breathed into his ear.
Paul groaned and kissed her tenderly, but suddenly she rained hot kisses over his throat and twined her legs around his. She noticed the delighted surprise in his eyes. “I’ve been thinking about this all day,” she said, suddenly bold.
His hands caressed the sides of her face. “So have I. Please don’t be sorry you married me.”
Allison moved her lower body temptingly against his, delighting in the realization that he was fully aroused. “I’ll never be sorry for that,” she said. “Never!”
A melting sweetness grew in her when he kissed her breasts, suckling the nipples until they hardened under his exploring tongue. She moaned and writhed as his hands scorched the intimate, secret places only he knew. She caressed the broad planes of his back while his mouth traced a sensuous path to ecstasy from her breasts to the inside of her thighs. “Please, Paul, I can’t wait a moment longer,” she whimpered.
He raised his head. “You’re so beautiful, Allison. I want to enjoy you, to show you how pleasurable love can be.”
She wound her fingers through his hair, and he pulled himself up to the level of’ her face. “But that’s what I’m afraid of,” she murmured, almost as though speaking to herself’.
He gently nudged her thighs apart. When she didn’t resist, he slid into her.
Allison’s body responded and instinctively she arched against him to meet his exquisite thrusts. Hot tides of passion pulsatedthrough her as the climactic moment drew near. When it happened she felt as though a blazing flame consumed her. Paul’s ragged breathing echoed in her ears. His hand gently twirled a long strand of white-gold hair. “You’re marvelous,” he praised.
“Am l?”
He caressed her with his eyes, unable to take his gaze from her face. “Don’t pretend you don’t know that. I shall have to watch you every minute to keep other men at bay.”
Her laugh was low and throaty. “Don’t joke, Paul. No other men could possibly be interested in me.”
“That’s where you’re wrong, love,” he said possessively, stroking her cheek. “You are too beautiful, too delicate, too passionate for anyone to resist.”
His eyes, his voice mesmerized her as he sang softly, seductively.
“My
There was triumph in his tone, as if he had won a great prize, and had the right to do with her whatever he wished. She wanted to tell him the truth, to discover if he had really married her for her money, to see how he would react when he learned she was disinherited. Instead she stretched her arms about his broad shoulders and relished the feel of his hands on her body. She pulled his mouth close to hers. “I love you, Paul. Don’t ever forget that,” she whispered before his lips devoured hers.
He scooped her up and carried her out of the drawing room and up the staircase to their bedroom. The velvet haze of evening caressed them as they removed their clothes, allowing the garments to fall in piles upon the floor. Allison waited for him on the bed, eager, yet trembling for fear she would somehow displease him now that she was his wife. Then his warm body touched hers, moved over her, the wiry hair of his chest rubbing across her sensitive breasts.
Allison looked into hiseyes which darkly shone with desire. Can he really love me ? she asked herself. “I want to make you happy, Paul. I love you so much!”
He smiled a dazzling smile, and she brushed a stray wisp of blonde hair from his forehead. “I’m the happiest man alive. I have everything I want,” he assured her.
His answer should have satisfied her doubts, but it didn’t. She realized she was held in the arms of a stranger, a man of whom she knew very little. Of course, she was in love with him, but would she be married to him now if it hadn’t been for old Maggie’s prophecy? She shook her head to drive the distracting thoughts away. “Love me,” she breathed into his ear.
Paul groaned and kissed her tenderly, but suddenly she rained hot kisses over his throat and twined her legs around his. She noticed the delighted surprise in his eyes. “I’ve been thinking about this all day,” she said, suddenly bold.
His hands caressed the sides of her face. “So have I. Please don’t be sorry you married me.”
Allison moved her lower body temptingly against his, delighting in the realization that he was fully aroused. “I’ll never be sorry for that,” she said. “Never!”
A melting sweetness grew in her when he kissed her breasts, suckling the nipples until they hardened under his exploring tongue. She moaned and writhed as his hands scorched the intimate, secret places only he knew. She caressed the broad planes of his back while his mouth traced a sensuous path to ecstasy from her breasts to the inside of her thighs. “Please, Paul, I can’t wait a moment longer,” she whimpered.
He raised his head. “You’re so beautiful, Allison. I want to enjoy you, to show you how pleasurable love can be.”
She wound her fingers through his hair, and he pulled himself up to the level of’ her face. “But that’s what I’m afraid of,” she murmured, almost as though speaking to herself’.
He gently nudged her thighs apart. When she didn’t resist, he slid into her.
Allison’s body responded and instinctively she arched against him to meet his exquisite thrusts. Hot tides of passion pulsatedthrough her as the climactic moment drew near. When it happened she felt as though a blazing flame consumed her. Paul’s ragged breathing echoed in her ears. His hand gently twirled a long strand of white-gold hair. “You’re marvelous,” he praised.
“Am l?”
He caressed her with his eyes, unable to take his gaze from her face. “Don’t pretend you don’t know that. I shall have to watch you every minute to keep other men at bay.”
Her laugh was low and throaty. “Don’t joke, Paul. No other men could possibly be interested in me.”
“That’s where you’re wrong, love,” he said possessively, stroking her cheek. “You are too beautiful, too delicate, too passionate for anyone to resist.”
His eyes, his voice mesmerized her as he sang softly, seductively.
“My
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