Midnight Eyes by Brophy, Sarah (well read books .TXT) 📕

curls at the juncture of her thighs and with the pad of one calloused finger he gently felt her readiness for him in her scalding heat.

Lifting himself, he spread her legs and fitted his body along hers, touching her intimately with the heat of him. A groan rose from her throat as her body opened to receive that part of him that she could feel throbbing intimately against her.

Her breath came out raggedly. The need she was feeling was painful. Need rode her, making her move herself against him frantically, blatantly inviting him to ease her aching. Instead of giving in to her silent demand, he held back and teased her to a new peak of desire, driving her mad.

Finally, he slowly braced himself on his elbows and kept his fevered eyes locked on her face as he began to rock forward. She grabbed on to his arms, caught in a sense of wonderment and destiny as her body stretched to accommodate him. She moved her hips, silently encouraging him to take all she had to give, to take it all now.

Sweat pooled at his temples and trickled down his back, as the restraint required to stop from burying himself in her began to fracture. He was stopped completely, however, by the fragile barrier of her maidenhead.

“Imogen, there is going to be some pain. Oh, God, I wish there didn’t have to be, but it won’t be for long.”

The cords on his neck strained with the effort he was exerting to stay still. She could feel that tension as it radiated down his arms and through his body, could feel it in the slick layer of sweat that covered him despite the chill.

She lifted a hand to the tense line of his lips. “I trust you,” she said simply.

It was the most erotic thing he had ever heard and it broke his control completely. With a helpless groan his hips thrust mindlessly forward.

The sting of pain made Imogen gasp in surprise, but within moments the pain evaporated, as she became accustomed to the strange new sensations of completeness. Now the pain was gone, her need burned even brighter than before. She wrapped her legs around his hips, pulling him close to the heart of her and to the ache of her clamoring desire.

Robert’s last tenuous hold on his restraint snapped as he felt her moving against him, beneath him, around him. He held her lips in a fierce kiss as he began to stroke powerfully in and out of her body, driving them both relentlessly forward to completion.

Wave after wave of sensation trembled through her body as the satisfaction of just holding him close was overtaken by her need of him. She met and matched Robert’s thrusts, joining him as an equal partner in their desire, urging him forward, urging him to teach her about completeness.

She gasped in desperate desire, moving her legs up till her knees were under his arms, as close to him as she could be. She bit his shoulder, then soothed it with her tongue, all the while inarticulately urging him to take her to greater heights.

Then, suddenly, those heights were inside her. Every muscle in her body convulsed with the pulse of release. She screamed her satisfaction as wave after wave of pleasure crashed over her.

And still it wasn’t finished. His body ruthlessly took her further, driving her beyond herself.

Robert buried his head in her hair as his own satisfaction was wrenched from his body. Her body held his tight, her internal contractions drawing his seed from him with the same ruthlessness as he had just shown. He held taut for a moment, then slumped as every last muscle in his body turned to boneless flesh.

She took the sweet weight of him and held him close.

“Don’t think you can distract me,” he said severely, but he couldn’t even begin to hide the satisfaction in his voice. What he had meant to sound resolute and demanding came out sounding like lazy curiosity.

He lay on his side and held her close to his heart. He’d covered their cooling bodies with the other cloak, cocooning them in their own world.

“You didn’t find that distracting?” she asked with a satisfied sigh. “Perhaps I will have to practice it.”

“Consider my body at your disposal, for educational progress only, of course.”

She chuckled and nestled herself a little closer, trying desperately to hold on to this precious moment before the real world took it all away from her again.

“But I’m not distracted,” he said more seriously. “Why?”

She couldn’t pretend to not understand him.

“‘Why’ doesn’t matter,” she said quietly.

“Tell me, and I’ll decide if it matters or not.”

“And if it matters? Then what will you do?”

“Then I’ll pull his bowels out through his throat.”

She wrinkled her nose in distaste. “That’s not actually possible, is it?”

“I don’t know, but I’m prepared to find out.” He ran a finger up and down her arm, absentmindedly comparing the brownness of his hand against the whiteness of her skin. “Tell me.”

“No.”

Robert was momentarily nonplussed. “Am I entitled to know why I’m to be kept ignorant?” he asked tersely.

She twirled her fingers through his chest hair, wanting to tell him, wanting to share the darkness with him, but found she couldn’t. This was so new when compared with Roger’s silky threats and dark promises that echoed in her mind despite her attempts to quash them. “I can’t tell you. It’s that simple. I just can’t,” she said sadly.

“But I’m your husband now, in every sense.” His hold on her tightened almost painfully. “We have just shared our bodies. There can no longer be any room between us for secrets.”

She simply shook her head, her lips pulled into an unnaturally thin line.

He saw the defiance on her face and longed to break down the walls of secrets and memories that had suddenly sprung up between them. His jaw clenched painfully.

“So I’m good enough to sleep with, good enough to marry, but I’m presumptuous to think I have a right