his chest by
buzzards. He prayed she would do as asked, knowing he could never
whip her. The pain he inflicted tonight cut him too deeply. With
his thumb, Blue Thunder wiped the wetness from her cheeks and
kissed her freckled nose, her swollen eyes, and her quaking lips.
He tasted her salty tears, and longed to sample more of her.
Picking her up, he placed her gingerly on the fallen blanket, lying
her on her stomach, then proceeded to kiss her pink bottom. She
moaned. Turning her over, he removed his buckskin and held her once
more.
68
SIXTEEN
Melissa’s backside no longer stung with pain
but instead a new sensation, a sweet agony that sent waves of
pleasure between her legs. Each kiss on her bottom sent a tremor
from inside her womanhood up the wall of her breasts. When Blue
Thunder turned her over, his hot skin scorched her and his desire
pressed against her stomach. She was amazed a man could have such
power over her emotions, feeling sheer bliss when he put his hands
over her body. Melissa wanted him as much as she knew he wanted
her.
As Blue Thunder explored her inexperienced
body, she did some exploring of her own. She moved her hands across
his hard chest, rubbing his male nipple the way he did hers. He
drew in a deep breath and gently opened her legs to feel her hidden
velvet folds. Although, she was ready for him when he placed
himself over her, she knew he saw panic in her eyes. She stiffened
for a moment, so he kissed her deeply until she relaxed once
more.
“Do not fear, my beautiful captive, the pain
will be brief, I promise. Pleasure will consume your heart and soul
forever.”
His thrust was quick and she cried out
digging her heels into the dirt and her fingernails into his back.
He paused to let her get used to him being inside but she cried
out, “Don’t leave me, Blue Thunder!”
Slowly, he worked his magic, giving her the
pleasure he had promised. Her screams of passion traveled through
the night air, causing sleeping birds to take off in flight,
carrying cries of ecstasy on their wings. When he thought she was
asleep, e untangled her arms and legs from him and placed the
blanket over her.
When Melissa awoke, it was dark. There was
no mistaking the enticing aroma of a roasting rabbit. She beamed
with pride. She’d won round one.
Or had she?
69
All day they traveled through a narrow,
rugged mountain pass. She heard an eagle screech overhead and
periodically a mountain lion roared in the distance. Round two was
lost when Blue Thunder threw her dress in the fire before she had a
chance to object. She fumed for a long time, detesting the idea
that she only had her camisole and pantaloons to wear. And the fact
that each bounce of the horse brought renewed discomfort to her
derriere. Closing her eyes to keep from tearing only produced
visions of their love making. What they shared filled her mind with
desire for the handsome brave who now held the fate of her future.
As she studied her companion, she found her thoughts were becoming
more confused and conflicted.
“My village lies on the other side of this
mountain,” he said as they rested by a small creek that flowed down
the mountain. The handsome Indian sat and watched her remove her
boots and waded in the water admiring her. What was he thinking? He
looked serious. There were many questions on the tip of her tongue,
but now was not the time.
Pre-dusk and the other side of the mountain
greeted Melissa. A small clearing unfolded before them but in the
distance huge trees blocked out the remaining sun. They reached the
edge
of the forest’s bosom, where a tiny village
stood proudly against the graying skies. She was in awe of the many
tepees circled warmly in the protection of the woods. At a closer
look, she realized that the dwellings were not made of canvas like
the ones she had seen in picture books, but they looked like
inverted bird’s nests and were composed of similar material.
Curiosity replaced her fear for
buzzards. He prayed she would do as asked, knowing he could never
whip her. The pain he inflicted tonight cut him too deeply. With
his thumb, Blue Thunder wiped the wetness from her cheeks and
kissed her freckled nose, her swollen eyes, and her quaking lips.
He tasted her salty tears, and longed to sample more of her.
Picking her up, he placed her gingerly on the fallen blanket, lying
her on her stomach, then proceeded to kiss her pink bottom. She
moaned. Turning her over, he removed his buckskin and held her once
more.
68
SIXTEEN
Melissa’s backside no longer stung with pain
but instead a new sensation, a sweet agony that sent waves of
pleasure between her legs. Each kiss on her bottom sent a tremor
from inside her womanhood up the wall of her breasts. When Blue
Thunder turned her over, his hot skin scorched her and his desire
pressed against her stomach. She was amazed a man could have such
power over her emotions, feeling sheer bliss when he put his hands
over her body. Melissa wanted him as much as she knew he wanted
her.
As Blue Thunder explored her inexperienced
body, she did some exploring of her own. She moved her hands across
his hard chest, rubbing his male nipple the way he did hers. He
drew in a deep breath and gently opened her legs to feel her hidden
velvet folds. Although, she was ready for him when he placed
himself over her, she knew he saw panic in her eyes. She stiffened
for a moment, so he kissed her deeply until she relaxed once
more.
“Do not fear, my beautiful captive, the pain
will be brief, I promise. Pleasure will consume your heart and soul
forever.”
His thrust was quick and she cried out
digging her heels into the dirt and her fingernails into his back.
He paused to let her get used to him being inside but she cried
out, “Don’t leave me, Blue Thunder!”
Slowly, he worked his magic, giving her the
pleasure he had promised. Her screams of passion traveled through
the night air, causing sleeping birds to take off in flight,
carrying cries of ecstasy on their wings. When he thought she was
asleep, e untangled her arms and legs from him and placed the
blanket over her.
When Melissa awoke, it was dark. There was
no mistaking the enticing aroma of a roasting rabbit. She beamed
with pride. She’d won round one.
Or had she?
69
All day they traveled through a narrow,
rugged mountain pass. She heard an eagle screech overhead and
periodically a mountain lion roared in the distance. Round two was
lost when Blue Thunder threw her dress in the fire before she had a
chance to object. She fumed for a long time, detesting the idea
that she only had her camisole and pantaloons to wear. And the fact
that each bounce of the horse brought renewed discomfort to her
derriere. Closing her eyes to keep from tearing only produced
visions of their love making. What they shared filled her mind with
desire for the handsome brave who now held the fate of her future.
As she studied her companion, she found her thoughts were becoming
more confused and conflicted.
“My village lies on the other side of this
mountain,” he said as they rested by a small creek that flowed down
the mountain. The handsome Indian sat and watched her remove her
boots and waded in the water admiring her. What was he thinking? He
looked serious. There were many questions on the tip of her tongue,
but now was not the time.
Pre-dusk and the other side of the mountain
greeted Melissa. A small clearing unfolded before them but in the
distance huge trees blocked out the remaining sun. They reached the
edge
of the forest’s bosom, where a tiny village
stood proudly against the graying skies. She was in awe of the many
tepees circled warmly in the protection of the woods. At a closer
look, she realized that the dwellings were not made of canvas like
the ones she had seen in picture books, but they looked like
inverted bird’s nests and were composed of similar material.
Curiosity replaced her fear for
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