his erection visible against his dark breeches.
“Do you know why I brought you here?” he asked.
She nodded. “I knew you watched me yesterday.”
He arched a brow. “Did you now? And did you touch yourself as you did to entertain me?”
“Nay. I did so to entertain myself. ‘Twas merely an enhancement to my own pleasure to know you watched.”
Flames licked her sex at the look of hunger on his face.
“You amaze me, Trista. At times you are like a spoiled child, yet at others you act like a woman. A very desirable woman.”
She ignored the spoiled child reference. The thought of keeping him off balance intrigued her. Perhaps that was a good thing. “I am who I am, Braedon, and I make no apologies for it. I simply know what I want and I am unafraid of asking for it.”
“Then ask for it.”
She knew what he meant. He wanted to hear the words from her and by all that was magic she wanted to tell him. “Make love to me.”
He reached down and pulled her to her feet, crushing his mouth against hers, driving his tongue past her parted lips and tasting her, taking her, making her mindless with desire. One hand held her against him, the other moved over her body, stroking her back, her hips, moving forward along her rib cage and settling over her breast. She gasped into his mouth as he pulled the bodice of her shift down, exposing her breasts to his questing fingers.
An explosion of sensation shot to her core as he found one nipple and flicked it back and forth with the tip of his finger. Gently, softly—it drove her mad. The bud hardened and she pressed her breast fully against his hand, wordlessly demanding more of the sweet torture.
But he pushed her back, his breath coming in heaving gasps. Stunned, she wondered what had changed.
His face was contorted almost in pain, his hands balling into fists as he held them rigidly by his side.
What was wrong?
“Undress, my faerie. And make it quick or I will rip the clothing from your body. I cannot wait a moment longer to feel you naked against me.”
Chapter Five
Braedon’s breath caught at the look of innocent desire on Trista’s face. So many emotions, unguarded, evidenced her lack of experience in dealing with men. Both curiosity and desire melded together to pinken her cheeks and darken her eyes until they glittered like the golden flecks of her skin.
Her innocence appealed to him more than it should. A woman’s virtue brought problems. Problems he had neither the time nor the desire to deal with. Not when so much was at stake with the wizards. Yet he found himself strangely compelled to taste his betrothed’s innocence, to take what she so willingly offered.
He would wager anything that Trista was filled with undiscovered passion. He could not help but want to be the one man, the only man, to tap into her desires.
Wanting her now was wrong. Custom dictated he wait until their wedding night to take her, but he could not make himself walk away from her. Her beauty, her innocence, even her devilish demeanor all served to bewitch him until he could not control his lust for her. What did it matter if he took her now or in less than a month when they were wed? ‘Twas merely ceremony he was violating by taking her now. By rights she was already his.
Any indecision on his part fled when she began to untie the laces of her bodice, letting it fall to her waist just as he had watched last night. The moon’s light intensified the golden flecks embedded within her skin and she sparkled like a bright star. Even her nipples were golden. Being this close—so much closer than he had been last eve, made his mouth water for a taste of her. But he waited until she finished undressing.
As she stood naked before him he had a most difficult time determining which part of her he wanted to place his mouth on first. Her full lips, her luscious nipples or between her legs, where a small patch of sable and golden curls hid her feminine treasure.
Making a mental note
“Do you know why I brought you here?” he asked.
She nodded. “I knew you watched me yesterday.”
He arched a brow. “Did you now? And did you touch yourself as you did to entertain me?”
“Nay. I did so to entertain myself. ‘Twas merely an enhancement to my own pleasure to know you watched.”
Flames licked her sex at the look of hunger on his face.
“You amaze me, Trista. At times you are like a spoiled child, yet at others you act like a woman. A very desirable woman.”
She ignored the spoiled child reference. The thought of keeping him off balance intrigued her. Perhaps that was a good thing. “I am who I am, Braedon, and I make no apologies for it. I simply know what I want and I am unafraid of asking for it.”
“Then ask for it.”
She knew what he meant. He wanted to hear the words from her and by all that was magic she wanted to tell him. “Make love to me.”
He reached down and pulled her to her feet, crushing his mouth against hers, driving his tongue past her parted lips and tasting her, taking her, making her mindless with desire. One hand held her against him, the other moved over her body, stroking her back, her hips, moving forward along her rib cage and settling over her breast. She gasped into his mouth as he pulled the bodice of her shift down, exposing her breasts to his questing fingers.
An explosion of sensation shot to her core as he found one nipple and flicked it back and forth with the tip of his finger. Gently, softly—it drove her mad. The bud hardened and she pressed her breast fully against his hand, wordlessly demanding more of the sweet torture.
But he pushed her back, his breath coming in heaving gasps. Stunned, she wondered what had changed.
His face was contorted almost in pain, his hands balling into fists as he held them rigidly by his side.
What was wrong?
“Undress, my faerie. And make it quick or I will rip the clothing from your body. I cannot wait a moment longer to feel you naked against me.”
Chapter Five
Braedon’s breath caught at the look of innocent desire on Trista’s face. So many emotions, unguarded, evidenced her lack of experience in dealing with men. Both curiosity and desire melded together to pinken her cheeks and darken her eyes until they glittered like the golden flecks of her skin.
Her innocence appealed to him more than it should. A woman’s virtue brought problems. Problems he had neither the time nor the desire to deal with. Not when so much was at stake with the wizards. Yet he found himself strangely compelled to taste his betrothed’s innocence, to take what she so willingly offered.
He would wager anything that Trista was filled with undiscovered passion. He could not help but want to be the one man, the only man, to tap into her desires.
Wanting her now was wrong. Custom dictated he wait until their wedding night to take her, but he could not make himself walk away from her. Her beauty, her innocence, even her devilish demeanor all served to bewitch him until he could not control his lust for her. What did it matter if he took her now or in less than a month when they were wed? ‘Twas merely ceremony he was violating by taking her now. By rights she was already his.
Any indecision on his part fled when she began to untie the laces of her bodice, letting it fall to her waist just as he had watched last night. The moon’s light intensified the golden flecks embedded within her skin and she sparkled like a bright star. Even her nipples were golden. Being this close—so much closer than he had been last eve, made his mouth water for a taste of her. But he waited until she finished undressing.
As she stood naked before him he had a most difficult time determining which part of her he wanted to place his mouth on first. Her full lips, her luscious nipples or between her legs, where a small patch of sable and golden curls hid her feminine treasure.
Making a mental note
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