Pieces of Dreams

Pieces of Dreams by Jennifer Blake

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Authors: Jennifer Blake
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the light of the fire. The skin was blackened, stinging, but protected from real harm by a layer of callouses. He had endured far worse many times from rope burns.
    “It's nothing,” he said, and meant it.
    “Not to me.” Her voice was quiet. Bending her head, she pressed her lips to the tender center of his palm.
    For endless eons of time, he could not move, had no power over the assorted bones, tendons and sinews of his body. He felt as if the entire surface of his skin was mantled in a hot flush of need. His brain was baking in his skull, on fire with the violent internal conflict between brotherly fidelity and his own aching need, between honor and fate.
    All that was left was instinct. It was that alone which set him in motion finally, only that which guided him as he reached to draw Melly to him. Some part of him looked on with remorse but lacked the power to stop him. Only one thing could, now.
    “I want you,” he whispered.
    “I—know.”
    The catch in her voice shook his heart. “Tell me to stop.”
    “I would,” she said, her gaze fastened on his in fearful honesty, “if I could.”
    “Please. I don't want to hurt you.”
    Her smile was both tremulous and pitying. “You couldn't.”
    He could, he knew, and so easily, though it would be against his will. Still, he could not resist the lure of her trust. “If I do,” he said in low entreaty, “will you tell me?”
    “Yes. If.” The soft words were a promise as well as unspoken permission. They were proof that she knew him from his twin, wanted him for himself.
    Her skin gleamed with the soft luster of the pearls of the Far East. It was smooth and firm and warmly resilient under his hands. Her kiss as he took it tasted of the sweetness of the Spice Islands, and was as layered with wonders. He marveled, yet restrained the wild urge to plunge in and take everything at once. He wanted her to know every delicate sensation of which the flesh was capable. That would be his gift, one directed by the force of his deep, abiding love. She would, he vowed to himself, have no regrets.
    He knew full well that his own would come soon enough. But he would save them for the time when they were all he had left.
    The ground near the fire had been cleared of sticks and debris but was still muddy and wet. He cushioned it with his trousers and shirt, hastily removed, before he laid her back upon it. Then he eased down beside her and drew her against his aching body.
    Melly closed her eyes tightly, losing herself in the mindless pleasure of the moment. She would not think, but only feel. She touched her fingers to his flame-gilded shoulders, enjoying their warm, hard shaping, sensing the strength he held so carefully in check. No, he would not hurt her.
    Under her hand, she felt his muscles bunch and shift as he began to open the buttons of her bodice. One by one, they gave under his fingers, allowing the cloth to fall away. He skimmed over her rib cage to cup her breast. She ceased to breathe for long seconds as his gentle kneading sent magic sensations tumbling through her. Only as he drew her camisole aside to take the nipple into his mouth did she let the air in her lungs escape on a soft, strangled sigh.
    He knew exactly what he was doing. More than that, he meant to enjoy all the small, encroaching preliminaries. Secure in that knowledge, she felt the release of the stiffness in her muscles.
    She wanted to learn his body as he explored hers. She yearned to thread her fingertips through the whorls of golden brown hair on his chest, touch the small nubs hidden in it so they knotted as her own were doing under his ministrations. Her fingers trembled as she brushed them across his chest.
    Sensing her need, he gave her access, guided her hand to him, then left her free to do as she pleased. She accepted the invitation, timidly at first then more boldly.
    As he nuzzled the small hollow beneath her ear, she sighed and arched her body toward him, nestling her breasts more

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