Once Forbidden by Hope Welsh Page A

you.”
    “But
this is a dream,” she whispered. “I know it’s a dream.”
    The
answering smile made her shiver—but with excitement, not fear. “Do you want
this to be real, then?” Devlin asked, brushing his cool fingers down her cheek.
“Could you accept this as your reality?” he queried.
    Sarah
shuddered at his touch. In these dreams, he made her feel things that she
thought should be wrong. It wasn’t desire—it was stronger than that. When he
made love to her, it was wild and free and—beautiful. “Yes,” she whispered with
conviction, “I could.” With him, she felt beautiful and desirable. How could he
not know any woman would want that when awake?
    Devlin
studied her thoughtfully. “Enough of talk,” he growled. “I want you.”
    Sarah
felt a surge of longing at his words. Just those three words had the power to
make her grow wet with need. Inside her. She needed him inside her. Her stomach
clenched with an almost painful longing. “I know,” she admitted. And she did
know. It was there in those hypnotic eyes. Her heartbeat quickened at the heat
radiating from them. His eyes lingered on her throat and her breathing hitched.
“Take me,” she said softly on a renewed wave of burning need. “Please.”
    Devlin
wasn’t gentle and she didn’t want him to be. He lifted her and placed her on
the center of a large four-post bed. Somewhere in the back of her mind, she
knew she should wonder where she was, but she didn’t—and never did—not when she
was with Devlin. When she was with him—everything just was the way it was meant
to be.
     She
felt the cool sheets caressing her back. Sarah’s eyes never left his as he
removed her gown by the simple means of tearing it out of his way.
    His
hands cupped her bared breasts possessively, gently, and she groaned, closing
her eyes.
    “No.
Watch me,” he ordered, his voice guttural. “Watch me as I take you.”
    Sarah’s
eyes shot open, wide blue eyes meeting green. “Yes,” she agreed, helpless to
disobey.
     It
was hard though.
    When
she felt his fingers pinching her nipples not quite gently it was almost
impossible to keep her eyes open. Each tug on her sensitive nipples went trough
her, straight down to her stomach and beyond, heightening her need for him. His
cool fingers felt so good against her heated skin. She did as he asked, though,
and kept her eyes on his.
    Finally,
when she couldn’t hold still any longer, she reached for him, pulling his dark
head down to her. Sarah released a moan as he drew one nipple into the hot
suction of his mouth, drawing deeply on her, sucking as if it were his
lifeline. She felt his hands move beneath her to hold her against him and
reveled in it.
    He
wanted her—she never had cause to doubt his need for her, and it made her feel
powerful and somehow special. She groaned when she felt his teeth. He nipped
her breast then laved the small hurt with the twirl of his tongue. One hand was
slowly moving down her stomach and to the juncture of her thighs.
    Sarah
never thought to close herself to him. Her leg parted, jerking as his fingers
found her clitoris. He flicked it—gently at first, then faster and harder. She
felt the dampness as it flowed, and knew that she’d go mad if he didn’t come
inside her soon. She arched against his fingers, silently seeking more.
    Devlin
gave a low chuckle, and she felt it against her breast, as his fingers found
her, moving gently at first between the swollen folds. She moaned when two
fingers drove inside her, spreading her.
    She
tugged at his hair, her head thrashing as he used his fingers to bring her to
the edge of climax.
    Devlin
lifted his head from her breast. “You like this,” he said knowingly.
    “You
know I do,” she said weakly. “Please, take me now.”
    He
smiled, his eyes dark. “I will,” he promised. “When it is time.” He moved down
the length of her body now, until his head was between her thighs.
    Sarah
knew what was coming. When he loved her