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

for both of us,” she whispered, placing another kiss higher up. Her heart ached as she realized the truth behind his jest. The deprivations he’d suffered in the time they’d been seperated had changed him. He was leaner, not as strong; though the feel of him under her hands still made her ache with want. It didn’t matter. What she had planned required him to do nothing more than love her.

She lifted herself so that she sat astride his lower legs and, with an unembarrassed naturalness, she drew her simple dress up over her head.

“Good God!” Robert breathed out slowly, the air starting to burn in his lungs. He realized then just how inadequate his memories had been. Nothing could compare with the sultry angel who was bending over to kiss the base of his manhood. Her hair fell forward, moving over his skin in exquisite torture.

Imogen hesitated for a moment. After so long spent dwelling on the pain Roger had brought her, she expected to feel fear but instead of memories of her brother and his perversion, her mind was too full of Robert to be distracted by the past. Robert had freed her from it all.

His love had made her clean and whole.

There were tears in her eyes as she placed a kiss on the moist tip of his straining need. Robert found he couldn’t look away from the sight, and of their own volition, his hips lifted from the floor as a groan was torn from deep in his chest.

“Shhh,” she whispered soothingly, lifting her head to smile at him tremulously. “I will make it all better.”

Cupping him in her small hands she sat up and carefully guided him into the moist heat of her. The feel of the long, hard length of him pressing up against her almost sent her over the edge and for a moment she wasn’t sure she was going to be able to control herself. It took all of her strength to slowly lower herself till she was completely full of him.

She was so profoundly moved by the joy of their joining that it was a second before she could find her voice. Her hands were shaking as she lifted them to frame his face. Gently she rubbed her nose against his.

“Robert Beaumont, I love you with everything I have,” she whispered huskily. “You have taken all of my pain from me, made me whole. You gave me love, even when all I had to give you was my fear and hate. And, for all of that, I owe you more than I can ever repay.”

“Imogen…” Robert ground out through clenched teeth, but Imogen put a shaky finger on his lips to still them.

“But all I do have to give you—my life, love and body—are yours. Forever.”

Robert felt his heart expand till he wasn’t sure if his chest could contain it. He lowered his head and claimed her sweet lips in a kiss as he lifted his legs till his feet were flat on the floor. The movement brought the center of Imogen’s desire hard against the base of his erection. She gasped at the sudden change in sensation and Robert smiled hungrily against her lips as he shifted in her again.

“That’s right, Imogen, let it go. Let me watch your face as you come apart for me.”

She threw back her head, her hands curling into the hollow on his shoulders, as her body undulated against him. The long line of her throat beckoned to Robert in the candlelight and he lowered his lips to the pulse that beat wildly just under the skin. With a nipping kiss, he sent her over the edge, her moan sounding like music to his ears.

The silken wall of her sheath convulsed around him and it was then his turn to groan helplessly as his own desire was drawn from him. His large hands moved to cover her hips, sealing her against him, as wave after wave of his seed filled her.

They were both held suspended for a moment, then in a rush Imogen felt her heart start to beat again.

Robert’s head dropped back bonelessly against the wall and his arms moved around her damp back to hold her steady against him. Her ragged breathing played over the heated skin of his chest as she nestled her cheek against him.

She didn’t even mind the cold chains that trailed from his wrists over her back and buttocks. Just so long as she could feel him breathing underneath her, feel his big, capable hands moving softly over her back and his shrinking manhood still buried deep inside her, then she was happier than anyone had a right to be.

“I love you,” he growled softly and instantly found the peace that had eluded him for years. He was now doing what he had been born to do. He was loving Imogen.

She turned her still passion-flushed face up to his, her hand reaching up to trace the sensual softness of his lips.

“I love you too.”

Robert tightened his arms around her, trying to keep her close and safe from the rest of the world. It was a futile gesture, but for the moment it almost seemed possible.

If Imogen loved him, then anything was possible.

The three sharp knocks rang out but Imogen just held on to Robert more tightly. She didn’t want to leave. In this cell she had found love and for a few precious hours she had been able to live a dream.

Mostly, they had just talked. They had talked about silly things, about their childhoods, their dreams and mistakes. Robert had told her a little about his life as a mercenary, about its hard, unforgiving days and cold, lonely nights. She had tried to tell him a little about Roger’s games, but she had quickly stopped. He wasn’t ready to hear, and Imogen couldn’t help but be a little relieved. She wasn’t truly ready to bare all the secrets of her soul, especially not if they hurt him.

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