he slipped his hand between her legs to stroke and play among the silken curls. He slid a finger into her tight sheath and caressed her tiny bud until she became wet and gasped in a fever of need. “Falcon, please!”
He placed the head of his phallus against her cleft and, bracing his weight on his arms, thrust firmly until he was buried deep within. She cried out and clung to him fiercely. She was so hot and tight, he felt scalded. Though it was silken torment, he held perfectly still until she became used to the fullness inside her. When he was sure she was ready, he began to thrust slowly. The hot, sliding friction made her close sleekly around him. She was sweet as wild honey and the brush of her thighs against his inflamed his dark, erotic passion until he was reeling with need.
Tory savored his fullness inside her and longed to feel the weight of his body. His masculine smell coupled with the sensual rhythm of his thrusts sent her arousal soaring.
He was the Falcon and she let him take her higher and higher. She reached a peak of pleasure so intense she did not think she could bear more and she bit his shoulder in a frenzy of passion.
Falcon felt a surging wave of desire he could not control. He went taut, then suddenly the night exploded into a million fragments, fusing the couple together in love, bathing them in liquid tremors; they floated together on a sea of bliss. She clung to him sweetly, limp from the loving. He rolled with her until she lay on top, languid, replete, and deliciously warm. He feathered his fingers through her wildly disheveled hair and felt her lips against his chest. Then his arms enfolded her possessively.
After a long, quiet time, Tory raised her head, looked into his eyes, and whispered,
“NowI am ready to collect my wager.” He had made a woman of her and she was imbued with confidence. She believed they had reached a level of intimacy where it would be difficult for him to refuse her anything.
He cocked a dark, indulgent brow. “What do you desire?”
“Take me with you on your next smuggling run!”
A denial sprang to his lips, but he did not utter it. Instead, he looked incredulous. “Tory, your imagination soars without boundaries. I am a staunch advocate of law and order.
Among my guests tonight were a customs officer, a magistrate, various government officials, and the captain of the militia.”
“And right under their noses you passed contraband to your noble guests. When all was safely stowed in the carriages, Mr. Burke signaled you.”
He pulled her down to him. “Violet-eyed witch. Now I shall have to kill you.” He kissed her instead.
“Take me on a run!”
His arms tightened. “I would not expose you to danger.”
“If the danger is so great, why do you do it?”
“Danger excites me.”
“Then we are two of a kind.” Her eyes glittered. “If you won’t take me, I may as well go back to my own time.”
“Blackmail won’t work, sweetheart, but I’m particularly vulnerable to bribery.”
“You black-eyed devil.” She slid both her hands down between their bodies. “Then bribery it is, milord.” She rolled his hardening cock between her palms.
As they finished breakfast, Falcon asked, “Do you ride?”
“Father taught me to ride when I was a child, but all we have now at the priory is a carriage horse.”
“Pandora likes to hunt in Ashdown Forest. If you ride astride, you can come with us. Mr.
Burke will find you some britches.”
Within the hour an excited Tory stood in front of the mirror dressed as a boy. The britches and jacket must have belonged to a young servant, but she didn’t care. She tucked in the shirt, tied her hair back with a ribbon, and shouted up the stairs, “Ready!”
The leopard paced outside the stable while Falcon saddled two mounts. His own was a black mare with a deep chest and sturdy legs; hers was a dark brown pony. Tory mounted without his help. “I thought you would ride a more showy
He placed the head of his phallus against her cleft and, bracing his weight on his arms, thrust firmly until he was buried deep within. She cried out and clung to him fiercely. She was so hot and tight, he felt scalded. Though it was silken torment, he held perfectly still until she became used to the fullness inside her. When he was sure she was ready, he began to thrust slowly. The hot, sliding friction made her close sleekly around him. She was sweet as wild honey and the brush of her thighs against his inflamed his dark, erotic passion until he was reeling with need.
Tory savored his fullness inside her and longed to feel the weight of his body. His masculine smell coupled with the sensual rhythm of his thrusts sent her arousal soaring.
He was the Falcon and she let him take her higher and higher. She reached a peak of pleasure so intense she did not think she could bear more and she bit his shoulder in a frenzy of passion.
Falcon felt a surging wave of desire he could not control. He went taut, then suddenly the night exploded into a million fragments, fusing the couple together in love, bathing them in liquid tremors; they floated together on a sea of bliss. She clung to him sweetly, limp from the loving. He rolled with her until she lay on top, languid, replete, and deliciously warm. He feathered his fingers through her wildly disheveled hair and felt her lips against his chest. Then his arms enfolded her possessively.
After a long, quiet time, Tory raised her head, looked into his eyes, and whispered,
“NowI am ready to collect my wager.” He had made a woman of her and she was imbued with confidence. She believed they had reached a level of intimacy where it would be difficult for him to refuse her anything.
He cocked a dark, indulgent brow. “What do you desire?”
“Take me with you on your next smuggling run!”
A denial sprang to his lips, but he did not utter it. Instead, he looked incredulous. “Tory, your imagination soars without boundaries. I am a staunch advocate of law and order.
Among my guests tonight were a customs officer, a magistrate, various government officials, and the captain of the militia.”
“And right under their noses you passed contraband to your noble guests. When all was safely stowed in the carriages, Mr. Burke signaled you.”
He pulled her down to him. “Violet-eyed witch. Now I shall have to kill you.” He kissed her instead.
“Take me on a run!”
His arms tightened. “I would not expose you to danger.”
“If the danger is so great, why do you do it?”
“Danger excites me.”
“Then we are two of a kind.” Her eyes glittered. “If you won’t take me, I may as well go back to my own time.”
“Blackmail won’t work, sweetheart, but I’m particularly vulnerable to bribery.”
“You black-eyed devil.” She slid both her hands down between their bodies. “Then bribery it is, milord.” She rolled his hardening cock between her palms.
As they finished breakfast, Falcon asked, “Do you ride?”
“Father taught me to ride when I was a child, but all we have now at the priory is a carriage horse.”
“Pandora likes to hunt in Ashdown Forest. If you ride astride, you can come with us. Mr.
Burke will find you some britches.”
Within the hour an excited Tory stood in front of the mirror dressed as a boy. The britches and jacket must have belonged to a young servant, but she didn’t care. She tucked in the shirt, tied her hair back with a ribbon, and shouted up the stairs, “Ready!”
The leopard paced outside the stable while Falcon saddled two mounts. His own was a black mare with a deep chest and sturdy legs; hers was a dark brown pony. Tory mounted without his help. “I thought you would ride a more showy
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