A Curse of the Heart

Without protest, she lifted her arms in the air. He could tell from the glazed look in her eyes that she was already heady with desire, and as he bunched the material up around her waist his fingers brushed against her soft thighs, the movement inducing a tiny gasp of pleasure.

Gabriel thought he was a man of the world. He thought he had seen every beautiful sight there was to see.

He was wrong.

The sight of Rebecca standing before him, in all her naked glory, stole his breath away. Waves of rich copper curls hung wildly about milky-white skin. His palms itched at the sight of her full round breasts, of her perky pink nipples, of her narrow waist flaring into curvaceous hips.

Bloody hell.

His mouth felt so dry he could hardly move his lips.

When he eventually found the energy to step out of his breeches and drawers, his hard cock sprang free.

She glanced down and then her shocked gaze flew back to his face. He took her hand and pulled her into an embrace, sucking in a breath at the feel of her pliant body rubbing against him.

Brushing a tendril of hair from her face, he lowered his mouth to hers and kissed her with a slow, languorous grace that quickly became more passionate — more urgent.

It hit him then: the thought that he had never wanted anything as much as he wanted her. Once would not be enough, as he feared he would never be able to sate this delicious craving.

Kissing Gabriel felt so good Rebecca thought she might lose her mind.

It was the way his tongue danced with hers. The wild erotic dance made her feel breathless and dizzy — the deep thrusts forcing little gasps and moans.

She had no idea wha

t to expect next. Yet she knew she was drowning in the depths of her own desire, carried along on wave after pleasurable wave that promised to deliver her to an idyllic shore.

Her body ached and throbbed but still she wanted more.

As though hearing her thoughts, Gabriel swung her up into his arms and carried her to the large four-poster, easing her down gently onto her back. He stood there for a moment, his greedy gaze devouring her body, lingering in the most intimate of places.

She should have felt embarrassed and self-conscious, but she didn’t. She felt wicked, desirable and needed. When his fingers trailed up over her thighs and across her stomach, she arched her back. The sensual movement made her breasts swell, made her nipples peak as a fiery heat pooled between her legs.

“I d-don’t know what to do, Gabriel,” she said, nerves pushing to the fore.

He moistened his lips. “You’re doing perfectly well so far,” he said his voice a rich and heavy drawl. “Rest assured. If I die tonight, I shall die a happy man.”

She had the power to do this to him, to make him swell with need, which despite her lack of experience gave her confidence in her ability as a woman.

“Make me happy, Gabriel,” she said offering her hand to him.

Make me forget all the lonely days and nights.

Gabriel took her hand and came down beside her onto the bed. The sheer size of him, coupled with the heat radiating from his skin, caused a throbbing between her legs that cried out for his touch.

He took her mouth more gently this time, his tongue tracing the line of her lips as though relishing the taste. When their tongues met, she heard a pleasurable hum resonate from the back of his throat. It was a sound she wanted to hear again and it spurred her on to be a little bolder.

As she pressed her body to his, he moaned as his hard length rubbed against her stomach. He kissed her neck, her breasts, teasing her nipple with his tongue and she felt a pulsating deep in her core. He trailed kisses down to her stomach, kissing and nipping at her inner thigh, between her legs. Before she could catch her breath, his wicked tongue sucked and licked the tiny bud there, until she felt the coil inside wind tighter and tighter, until her world exploded in a dazzling ray of glittering lights.

Pleasure burst forth in powerful waves. The tremors carrying a rush of pure emotion for the man who was slowly working his way back up to her.

“You’re sure about this?” he panted positioning himself between her thighs, his devilish grin melting her heart. “It’s not too late to change your mind.”

Change her mind?

“I’m sure,” she whispered, her head still floating in the clouds.

There was nothing she wanted more.