Yet she could not finish. It seemed too brazen. This man wasn’t her husband.
“You could not do what last night?” Wolf Dancer urged, smiling at her as he stepped closer. “Make love?”
“You must think me so brazen,” Lavinia murmured, lowering her eyes.
When she felt his hand beneath her chin, slowly raising it so that their eyes could meet, she knew he was now close enough that she could reach out and embrace him.
She could even smell his clean scent and realized he was freshly bathed.
She now knew that he had been awake long before she had risen and had taken his usual early-morning swim in the creek that bisected the island a short distance away.
She also knew that after that swim he made his morning prayers. She knew these things because he had told her.
“You knew that I would come, didn’t you?” Lavinia asked, searching his eyes. “You weren’t asleep at all when I stepped into the room.”
“No, I was not asleep the moment you arrived, but only resting my eyes until you approached, as I beckoned you to do,” he said. “You are here. And you are beautiful. The dress? Moon Beam placed it in your room for you last night before I left to sleepin my own bed. She also put the moccasins there for you. She is trying hard to make up for what her sons did to your daughter.”
“She shouldn’t feel angry at them for what they did, for I no longer do,” Lavinia said softly. “Do you not know that it was Dorey’s disappearance that finally gave us a reason to meet and become acquainted? I shall never blame those boys for wanting to talk to her, nor should anyone else. My daughter found her way here, where she belongs, just as you found me and brought me here.”
“Yes, it was all in the Master of Breath’s plan,” Wolf Dancer said. He stepped back only far enough so he had room to slowly undress her.
“Master of Breath?” Lavinia repeated, hardly able to think now that he was sliding her dress over her head. He tossed the dress to the floor, leaving her as nude as he.
“Our people’s Master of Breath is the same as your God,” he said thickly. “Sometimes we call him the Great Spirit.?
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“I am grateful to your Master of Breath for making you the man that you are,” Lavinia said.
She sucked in a breath of pure bliss when he leaned down and flicked his tongue across one of her breasts, and then the other.
It was something so wonderful, her knees almost buckled beneath her. But Wolf Dancer didn’t allow that to happen.
He lifted her in his arms and carried her to his bed of pelts. Then he knelt down at her feet, taking the time to remove her moccasins.
When they were discarded, he lifted a foot to his lips, his tongue circling around her biggest toe. She inhaled a breath of wonder, and then she couldn’t think at all. Just before he spread himself over her, she saw the true magnificence of his manhood at its full length, now that he was ready to pleasure her.
“Let me love you,” Wolf Dancer whispered into her ear as he blanketed her with his body. She felt his fullness pressing in where she was wet and ready for him. She was swamped by a feeling of desire and joy she had never known possible.
She was feverish with desire.
Her body was yearning for him.
She felt an urgency building inside her that was new to her, yet she knew what it was. It was her body crying out for him and the wild, sensuous pleasure he would bring her.
“Please…please…do love me,” she found herself whispering as she twined her arms around his neck. “Make love to me. I…shall…oh, so willingly return your love.”
She moaned throatily when she felt him push himself inside her, causing pleasurable sensations that she had never felt before as he began his rhythmic thrusts.
His lips came down hard onto hers as he kissed her with a fierce, possessive heat.
She trembled and came further alive beneath his kisses and sweet caresses. He ran his hands over her body, lingering here and there when he discovered that touching and caressing her at a certain place gave her more pleasure than the last.
Wolf Dancer slid his mouth from her lips and moved it over one of her nipples.
He could hear her gasp of pleasure as he swept his tongue around the nipple, then softly nipped it with his teeth, just hard enough to arouse more pleasure in her.
With each of his thrusts in her, waves of liquid heat seemed to pulse through him, his body aching for completion since he had hungered so long for her.