the benefits of this contrived marriage that I intend to enjoy fully.”
Julie bristled, her eyes shooting blue flames. “And if I refuse you?” she shot back caustically. “What then?”
“You have no choice,
querida,
” Rod grinned, amusement curving his sensual lips. “I told you before I won’t live as a eunuch. I expect children of this union. The sooner the better.” By now he was standing before her, close enough to feel her soft breath against his cheek.
“You arrogant ba—” The sentence died in her throat as Rod curled one arm about her tiny waist and pulled her roughly against his tough, sinuous body. His other hand moved to the center of her back, forcing her straining breasts against his chest while he smothered her lips with demanding mastery.
A lightning bolt seared her mouth and burned far down into her body. Strangely soft, yet violently demanding, an odd blending of fierceness and tenderness, his lips covered hers and she shuddered, silently cursing herself for succumbing to the forceful domination of his mouth. Her senses reeled as if shortcircuited when he parted her lips with his tongue to ravish the honey-sweet recesses within.
As if by magic, Julie’s beautiful wedding gown lay in a lacy froth at her feet. She was aware of nothing but Rod’s fiery hot palms against her feverish flesh. Gently he eased her down onto the bed and stood back a moment savoring her perfectly formed body as he quickly shed his own constricting clothing.
Julie, though fighting desperately to control the sensations surging through her veins, could not help but admire Rod’s broad chest and shoulders developed to an extraordinary degree. His thighs were twin columns of power and her eyes widened when they dropped to the thatch of dark curls out of which sprang his engorged manhood, purple and throbbing. She gasped, drawing his attention.
Noticing the direction of her gaze, Rod laughed, settling himself beside her on the bed. “See what you do to me,
querida,
” he teased. “This marriage won’t be half so bad as I imagined.”
His thoughtless words were like a splash of cold water in her face and Julie attempted to leave the bed, but Rod was too quick for her. “There’s no need to play the reluctant bride, Julie,” he said nastily. “Not after last night.”
“I refuse to be your plaything, Rod!” Julie insisted hotly, repudiating the aura of his manly attraction. “Nor will I be your brood mare!”
“You have no choice,
querida.
Lay back and enjoy it,” Rod countered crudely. One hand slid across her silken belly while the other fondled one small globe, its pink nipple marble hard beneath his palm. Exerting her will power, Julie commanded her body to shy away from his seeking hands but the message of her senses demanded she stay.
He moved almost lazily, playing with her body, his tongue tantalizing her nipples which had swollen to theirfullest. Julie moaned with pleasure, reflexively pulling him closer as she ran her hands along the length of his back. Of its own accord, her mouth parted beneath his as he ran his tongue along her full lips and into her mouth. Suddenly his mouth left hers, searing a path down her stomach and onto her thigh. Julie stiffened, uncertain where his exploration would take him.
“There are many ways to make love,
querida,
” Rod said, sensing her confusion. “I will teach you that pleasure can come from many sources.” Before she could protest, his mouth continued its relentless torture until he found the swollen bud of her womanhood, and Julie moaned aloud with an erotic pleasure she had never before experienced.
“Rod! Please stop!” she cried, writhing beneath his passionate onslaught. “I can’t stand any more!”
His answer was to tighten his hold around her waist to hold her close as he again nuzzled the blond triangle of curls that beckoned him with the promise of delights he could not resist. He felt the exquisite pleasure he gave her shudder
Julie bristled, her eyes shooting blue flames. “And if I refuse you?” she shot back caustically. “What then?”
“You have no choice,
querida,
” Rod grinned, amusement curving his sensual lips. “I told you before I won’t live as a eunuch. I expect children of this union. The sooner the better.” By now he was standing before her, close enough to feel her soft breath against his cheek.
“You arrogant ba—” The sentence died in her throat as Rod curled one arm about her tiny waist and pulled her roughly against his tough, sinuous body. His other hand moved to the center of her back, forcing her straining breasts against his chest while he smothered her lips with demanding mastery.
A lightning bolt seared her mouth and burned far down into her body. Strangely soft, yet violently demanding, an odd blending of fierceness and tenderness, his lips covered hers and she shuddered, silently cursing herself for succumbing to the forceful domination of his mouth. Her senses reeled as if shortcircuited when he parted her lips with his tongue to ravish the honey-sweet recesses within.
As if by magic, Julie’s beautiful wedding gown lay in a lacy froth at her feet. She was aware of nothing but Rod’s fiery hot palms against her feverish flesh. Gently he eased her down onto the bed and stood back a moment savoring her perfectly formed body as he quickly shed his own constricting clothing.
Julie, though fighting desperately to control the sensations surging through her veins, could not help but admire Rod’s broad chest and shoulders developed to an extraordinary degree. His thighs were twin columns of power and her eyes widened when they dropped to the thatch of dark curls out of which sprang his engorged manhood, purple and throbbing. She gasped, drawing his attention.
Noticing the direction of her gaze, Rod laughed, settling himself beside her on the bed. “See what you do to me,
querida,
” he teased. “This marriage won’t be half so bad as I imagined.”
His thoughtless words were like a splash of cold water in her face and Julie attempted to leave the bed, but Rod was too quick for her. “There’s no need to play the reluctant bride, Julie,” he said nastily. “Not after last night.”
“I refuse to be your plaything, Rod!” Julie insisted hotly, repudiating the aura of his manly attraction. “Nor will I be your brood mare!”
“You have no choice,
querida.
Lay back and enjoy it,” Rod countered crudely. One hand slid across her silken belly while the other fondled one small globe, its pink nipple marble hard beneath his palm. Exerting her will power, Julie commanded her body to shy away from his seeking hands but the message of her senses demanded she stay.
He moved almost lazily, playing with her body, his tongue tantalizing her nipples which had swollen to theirfullest. Julie moaned with pleasure, reflexively pulling him closer as she ran her hands along the length of his back. Of its own accord, her mouth parted beneath his as he ran his tongue along her full lips and into her mouth. Suddenly his mouth left hers, searing a path down her stomach and onto her thigh. Julie stiffened, uncertain where his exploration would take him.
“There are many ways to make love,
querida,
” Rod said, sensing her confusion. “I will teach you that pleasure can come from many sources.” Before she could protest, his mouth continued its relentless torture until he found the swollen bud of her womanhood, and Julie moaned aloud with an erotic pleasure she had never before experienced.
“Rod! Please stop!” she cried, writhing beneath his passionate onslaught. “I can’t stand any more!”
His answer was to tighten his hold around her waist to hold her close as he again nuzzled the blond triangle of curls that beckoned him with the promise of delights he could not resist. He felt the exquisite pleasure he gave her shudder
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