Savage Courage

“I shall be gentle,” Storm whispered against her cheek, tamping down the raging hunger inside.

“I know you will,” Shoshana said, reaching a hand to his cheek. “You could never be anything but.”

Again he kissed her.

His hands slid down and reached around to her buttocks, where he splayed his fingers against her soft, copper skin.

In that way, holding her in place, he began filling her softly yielding folds with himself. Gradually, the heat within her blended with his.

And then when he reached that barrier inside her, he paused, gazed into her eyes, and leaned slightly away from her.

She smiled sweetly at him and nodded.

He returned the smile, then kissed her pain away as he thrust deep inside her.

Shoshana withstood the pain, for she knew what came next. And it was even more incredible than she had ever imagined. She gave herself up to the rapture.

The wondrous bliss that swept through her made her moan repeatedly against

his lips. She felt his hands move upward now, then cup her breasts.

She sighed as his thumbs circled her nipples; his lips soon found their way there, his tongue replacing his fingers.

“It is all so wonderful . . .” Shoshana said, twining her fingers through his thick black hair. “Please . . . please . . .”

With each stroke came more heat for Storm. Again he kissed her lips, his arms sweeping around her to draw her body even more closely against his.

His mouth scorched hers, and they groaned together as he moved faster within her, his movements sure and quick.

Overcome by a feverish heat, Shoshana sighed and seemed to float above herself as his steely arms enfolded her even more tightly. Their bodies strained against each other.

And then he thrust more deeply within her, over and over again, and a euphoria filled her entire being.

It overwhelmed her as the pleasure spread through her. The quaking of his body against hers proved that he had found that same pleasure.

When they both lay quietly beside one another, with the fire’s glow on their gleaming bodies, Shoshana thought of the miracles that had come into her life this day.

First she had found her true mother.

And now she had known true, passionate love!

“Is this real?” Shoshana asked, turning to gaze at Storm, not even feeling bashful that she lay there nude beside a man for the first time in her life.

“Yes, it is real,” Storm said, turning toward her. He reached out to cup one of her breasts, his thumb slowly circling the nipple.

“I have had many dreams in my life about things that came to pass, but never could I have dreamed anything like this,” Shoshana said, slowly running a hand down his flat stomach.

Daringly she touched the part of him that had given her pleasure, surprised that it was no longer as large as before.

Her eyes widened as she touched him there and found that part of him growing again, as though it had a life of its own.

“You are good at giving pleasure,” Storm said, closing his eyes and gritting his teeth as he felt ecstasy approaching again.

“Do you want me to stop?” Shoshana asked, seeing how he was gritting his teeth as though he were in pain.

He reached down and touched her hand, then twined his fingers through hers and showed her how to give him the most pleasure.

“To-dah, which in our Apache tongue means ‘no,’ ” he said huskily. “Continue, but know that soon you will see the seed that is the result of your pleasuring me.”