Daughters of the Summer Storm by Frances Statham (good fiction books to read TXT) 📕

he murmured, staring at Marigold's supple young body waiting unashamedly for his caresses. His hands began their survey of every curve of her body, and Marigold closed her eyes as his flesh became her flesh, his hands a part of her—exploring her softness, knowing the most intimate parts of her body.

His weight pressed down upon her—shifting and teasing—until he moved upward, planting his hard flesh against hers. Her body responded, begging for release.

The thrust was gentle at first, tantalizingly sweet. But it grew more demanding with a rhythm that increased in tempo, until her hips began to move of their own accord, drawing him into her, again and again. Waves of sensuality swept over her, crashing in her ears, filling her mouth with the spreading sweetness of love and then ebbing in an overflow that moved to the very soles of her feet. Shaun, crying out with victory, refused to give her up, but shifted his weight, holding Marigold to him, until their positions were changed, with Marigold atop his strong, masculine body.

Afterward, satiated, Marigold clung to him, her long, golden hair spreading over his chest, her ear attuned to the rapidity of his heartbeat.

In a few minutes, his breathing was even, and Marigold stirred. But Shaun tightened his hold on her. "Not yet, Marigold. I have a great hunger for you that can't be appeased so easily."

"Shaun," she whispered, tasting his name on her lips. "I love you, Shaun."

The house came alive—listening to the sounds of love. Marigold wrapped her arms about the auburn-haired man with emerald eyes. From the bed she could look out into the moonlit night. The constellation of the twins was visible in the evening sky. She thought of Maranta, so far away, and hoped, with all her heart, that her twin had also found a great and abiding love.

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This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, events, and incidents either are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, businesses, companies, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.

Copyright © 1979 by Frances Patton Statham

ISBN: 978-1-4804-9627-9

This edition published in 2014 by Open Road Integrated Media, Inc.

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