White Fire
She moaned when his mouth slid from her mouth and his lips moved over one of her nipples, licking, softly biting, then licking again.
Almost wild with the building pleasure, Flame ran her fingers through White Fire’s thick, black hair.
She then ran her hands down his muscled, copper back to his thrusting hips.
The feeling came to her all at once, the explosion of ecstasy claiming her so quickly, she was startled by the intensity of the rapture that overtook her.
She clung. She sighed. She rocked with him.
She moaned as White Fire still thrust inside her in steady, heated, deep movements.
She breathed hard as his hold on her tightened and his lips came to hers in a frenzy of kisses. She knew that he was nearing his own release and wondered if it would be as magnificently wonderful as hers.
White Fire covered her mouth with his lips and kissed her hotly, deeply, the explosion of his ecstasy near. He had felt her own spasms of rapture, glad that he had given her such pleasure. But wanting to fulfill his own hungry needs, he held her as though in a vise and plunged over and over again inside her.
The explosion soon claimed him. His body shook and quaked with spasms as he thrust endlessly deeper into her, his seed filling her with an instant warmth.
Afterward, they lay together, their legs entwined. He leaned up over her and tenderly kissed her eyelids closed, then nestled her close at his side.
“Are you all right?” he finally asked when she had yet to say anything since their lovemaking.
Her eyes closed, and still in a state of euphoria, Flame smiled lazily and nodded.
“Flame, I guess you know that I am yours for as long as there will be stars in the heavens,” White Fire whispered, then showered her breasts with warm kisses.
“You are the stars,” Flame said, slowly opening her eyes. “You are the sun, the moon, the wind. You are everything to me.”
He kissed her mouth with a lazy warmth. Then he sat up and drew her up to sit on his lap, to straddle him. “You are only eighteen,” he said thickly. “Do you truly wish to marry me, an older man, a man who has a son who is six?”
“Darling, I came here today after my outing with you and Michael mainly to tell you how much I love not only you, but also your son,” she said, glad to see his eyes take on a glow of pleasure at her words. “I do want to marry you and I do wish to be a mother to Michael.”
“But you still think we should wait?” he asked, forking an eyebrow.
“I fear my father’s wrath too much not to,” Flame said, her voice drawn. “I’m going to talk to him. I’m going to make him see reason.”
“Do you truly think that is possible where you and I are concerned?” White Fire asked somberly.
“It has to be possible,” Flame said. She brushed a kiss across his brow, then rushed from the bed. “I’ve been gone for way too long. Father is surely having fits.”
“And you expect to get him to listen to reason?” White Fire said, sour bitterness in his voice. He left the bed and pulled on his fringed breeches. “I doubt he even knows the meaning.”
“I must give it a try,” Flame said, hurrying into the rest of her clothes.
She ran her fingers through her hair to straighten it. Then she thought not to worry about it. It would just look windblown to her father. He would never think that it had gotten tangled this much while she had been mak
ing maddening love with the man she would soon marry.
“My husband,” she said, flinging herself into White Fire’s arms, hugging him. “Soon you will be my husband.”
White Fire did not allow her to see his frown, nor know his doubts. He would allow her to have this faith in her father. Soon enough she would discover how wrong she was ever to believe that he would allow her to marry White Fire without a fight.
Chapter 20
Do you ask what the birds say?
The sparrow, the dove, the linnet and thrust say,
“I love, and I love!”