Velvet Embrace

Dominic shrugged. "I know how to please a woman." His long fingers slowly traced the line of her chin, moving down the curve of her neck and along the delicate collarbone. "You would not have come away from me ignorant of love's delights."

"Of all the arrogant, conceited boasts I have ever heard—"

A smile played on his lips. "You think my words empty?" Shall I show you they are not?"

Brie turned her head, not wanting to endure his mockery. "No, thank you. I don't care to be shown any more than I already know."

His fingers gripped her chin insistently, forcing her to look at him. All trace of amusement was gone from his expression. "I think, mademoiselle," Dominic said slowly, "that you deserve at least a demonstration." His hand moved behind her head, twisting in her hair and holding her captive.

When she realized his intent, Brie's heart went to her throat. "No!" she gasped. But her fervent protest was smothered beneath Dominic's lips. She tried to struggle, but her arms were pinned beneath the blanket and were useless in fending him off. It made no difference, though. Dominic was determined to conquer her fear.

His mouth moved over hers in a deliberate attack on her senses, drawing the very breath from her. His lips were hot and searing, his plunging tongue merciless in its thoroughness. The sultry, penetrating kiss seemed to go on forever, and before long, Brie's resistance began to melt like a snowflake under a hot desert sun.

Dominic could sense her defenses weakening, but he steeled his body against his own urgent need. Tasting the sweetness of her mouth had only increased his hunger, but he knew he had to win her with patience. Slowly, he slid his naked length beneath the blanket and gathered her in his arms.

When he tried to kiss her again, though, Brie gave a start. His heated loins were pressing against her bare thigh, making her intensely aware of his arousal. Frantically, she pushed against his chest, trying to escape the alien hardness. "No!" she cried. "No, please!"

Feeling her struggle, Dominic threw a leg over her thighs to hold her still and raised his head to stare into her eyes. The blue-green pools were as deep as tropical lagoons and filled with fear.

But she wanted him, he could feel it. And it wasn't as if she still had her virtue to preserve. By her own admission, she had known at least one lover.

His mouth sought out her trembling lips once more. She was close to panic, but his soft kisses and caressing voice brought her back from the edge. "Brie, my sweet Brie," he whispered against her lips. "I won't hurt you. You have nothing to fear." Taking her hand, he gently guided her to his engorged manhood. "Feel my flesh, Brie. Touch me . . . yes. Ahh, God, how I want you."

He gave her no choice but to obey him, but when she held him in her hand, Brie experienced a jolt of surprise. This was what she had been afraid of? His shaft was hard, yes, but warm and vibrant, too. It didn't seem to be an instrument of pain, of degradation, of violence. Perhaps she had been laboring under some misconceptions about men. She regarded Dominic in wonder, making no protest when he pushed the woolen blanket down around her hips.

Dominic pressed his small advantage, wrapping an arm around her narrow waist. Lifting her slowly, he drew Brie closer, then bent to press light, feverish kisses down the slim column of her throat. When he reached the swelling curve of her breasts, he kissed each one gently, letting his tongue flick over the cloth-covered peaks.

Brie gasped at the sensation he was creating. The soft lawn rasping against her nipples felt erotic and unbelievably stimulating. She arched instinctively against him, letting her head fall back.

His fingers brushed boldly against her breasts as he freed them from their imprisoning fabric. Then cupping a thrusting mound in his hand, Dominic let his thumb swirl in languid circles over the taut peak. Brie moaned as a sweeping pleasure flooded her body. She clutched at him, digging her fingers into the hard muscles of Dominic's shoulders.

When he bent his head and let his mouth settle hot and moist upon her breast, Brie felt a sudden rush of liquid heat, the force of which made her reel. She clung to him, gasping, her fingers tangling in the thick softness of his hair.

"So beautiful," Dominic whispered seductively, drawing the rigid nipple further into his mouth, teasing the sensitive bud with his tongue.

Brie couldn't think of a reply. All she could do was feel. His hand was caressing her body freely, wantonly, while he suckled her breasts. Then he began kissing her elsewhere, tracing a molten path upward along her throat.

Her lips parted easily beneath his this time as his tongue plunged into her mouth, and she responded to him, kissing him back. She could feel his hand move slowly over her, stroking her in a slow rhythm as it glided over the silken skin of her abdomen, then claimed the softness between her thighs. Shocked by his intimate touch, Brie drew in a sharp breath. But she didn't pull away. A strange warmth was starting to build inside her.

"Your other lover," Dominic whispered against her lips, "did he touch you here? Was he excited by your sweet passion, as I am?"

His whispered words only half penetrated Brie's dazed senses. She gazed down at him, noticing that his dark hair looked like rippling black sable against her pale skin. How could he speak of other lovers? There had been no others.

But she forgot her thoughts as Dominic's exploring fingers parted the soft curls that hid her womanhood. When he softly stroked the tender flesh, Brie moaned low in her throat, feeling a hot wetness flowing between her thighs. Unconsciously, she arched her back and pushed her hips forward, trying to get closer to him, trying to find release for the yearning ache he was stirring in her.

Her eagerness nearly made Dominic lose control. With desire burning through him, he urgently lowered Brie to the mattress, pushing her shoulders down as he parted her thighs and prepared to thrust himself into her.

The sudden mounting pressure of his entry made Brie gasp, but Dominic's reaction was even more abrupt. He froze in sudden confusion as he met the thin wall of resistant flesh. Then his eyes snapped open and he stared at her lovely face with shock. By God, she had lied to him. He was bedding a damned virgin!

He would have withdrawn in sheer astonishment except that Brie clung to him tightly. She knew full well what she was giving him, Dominic realized as he saw the trust shining in her eyes. And he was too fiercely aroused to stop himself from taking it. He felt his heart twist in his chest as he gazed down at her. "Little fool," he whispered against her mouth, lessening the sting of his words by kissing her long and lovingly.

He thrust quickly then, imbedding his flesh deeply inside her, smothering her cry of pain with his lips as his shaft split the fragile barrier of her womanhood.

He lay perfectly still, raining tender kisses on Brie's lips and face, tasting the salt of her tears as he brushed them away with his tongue. Dominic began to move slowly then, forcibly restraining himself from plunging too deeply into the tight sheath that inflamed his passion. Brie felt like silken fire beneath him, but he tried to control the tempo in deference to her untutored body.

She was too tempting, though, too warm and responsive in his arms for him to keep his passion in check for long. And no power on earth could slow the explosive shudders that ran through him as he spent his seed. Delirious bursts of pleasure rippled through his body, making his breath come in harsh gasps. When the last

violent tremor had passed, Dominic buried his face in the silken mass of her hair.