father.
Swallowing back the last vestiges of her reluctance, Aliah stood on tiptoe, pursed her lips and pressed them to Blane’s chin—as she couldn’t quite reach his lips. Blane reacted by a shakily in drawn breath.
“What are y ou doing?” he asked, his voice rasp y with the same need pulsing through her veins.
“Kissing you.”
“Kissing me,” he repeated.
“Aye. Will you not kiss me back?”
“Oh, aye,” he said in a tone that made her breathless.
With an arm encircling he r waist , he pulled her flush against him. Every inch of his hard body touched hers, sending a jolt of awareness straight to her core. Aliah gasped, but did not pull away. Blane stroked his free hand over her cheek, grasped the back of her head and lowered his face to within an inch of hers.
“I’m going to kiss you properly this time, Aliah.”
Her heart skipped a beat at his promise and at the way her name rolled off his ton gu e. She nodded. “Please.”
Blane closed the distance between their lips, settling his mouth on hers. At first it was subtle, like the first brush of their mouths had been . Wit hin moments, when she sighed, he deepened the kiss, his tongue running over the seam of her lips. She gasped, and when her lips parted he glided his tongue inside. The man had not lied; he was kissing her—although she would not have called it proper at all. It was carnal, wicked and utterly satisfying.
Aliah whimpered as his tongue stroked over hers and tentatively moved to mimic his caress. Blane let out an encouraging groan, tightening his hold on her body as he completely took ownership of her mouth.
Never in her wildest imaginings would she have thought a man and woman could kiss this way. It was intoxicating. Glorious. Sensual. Made her ache for something that seemed out of reach. Her insides coiled tight as though they waited for some signal to release and she found herself rubbing her body wantonly against his. Along the plains of her belly, his hardened shaft pressed against her with obvious desire.
Aliah was both frightened and enticed.
If this was what he considered a proper kiss… What did he consider scandalous ?
Blane’s blood rushed through his body at the pace of a river rapid. Swirling, churning this way and that, upsetting the natural course. And yet, he couldn’t stop, he wanted more. His tongue delved into the heated, sweet velvet that was Lady Aliah’s mouth. He craved the soft whimpers coming from her dainty throat, and reveled in the tight grip she had around his waist.
When she rubbed her body against his, he nearly doubled over from the pleasure of it. Did she realize how passionate she was? How she stirred his blood? The church was not the right place for her . No, within his arms, kissing him like this was where she needed to stay.
Massaging the back of her head, he deepened the kiss, taking complete ownership of her mouth the way he wanted to take possession of her body. With a hand at her waist, he kneaded her curvy hip, daring to move a little lower and place his hand upon one rounded glo b e of her bottom. When she didn’t protest, he gripped it. Not hard, but enough that he could tug her pelvis more snuggly against his own. The deep moan that escaped her was pure seduction. He answered her moan with one of his own and pinned her against the tree, grinding his throbbing cock against the heat emanating from between her thighs.
“Oh, Aliah,” he murmured, trailing his mouth to her chin and neck. He savored her flesh, tonguing the spot where her pulse beat rapidly .
Aliah sighed, her fingers roaming over his lower back, and she tilted her neck to the side. He continued to tease her flesh, soaking in her gasps and whimpers.
“You are so beautiful,” he murmured, his mouth moving to the base of her throat. He pushed back her cloak so he could rub his lips over the length of her collarbone. “How could you want to spend your life in the church, when you could spend it…”
Swallowing back the last vestiges of her reluctance, Aliah stood on tiptoe, pursed her lips and pressed them to Blane’s chin—as she couldn’t quite reach his lips. Blane reacted by a shakily in drawn breath.
“What are y ou doing?” he asked, his voice rasp y with the same need pulsing through her veins.
“Kissing you.”
“Kissing me,” he repeated.
“Aye. Will you not kiss me back?”
“Oh, aye,” he said in a tone that made her breathless.
With an arm encircling he r waist , he pulled her flush against him. Every inch of his hard body touched hers, sending a jolt of awareness straight to her core. Aliah gasped, but did not pull away. Blane stroked his free hand over her cheek, grasped the back of her head and lowered his face to within an inch of hers.
“I’m going to kiss you properly this time, Aliah.”
Her heart skipped a beat at his promise and at the way her name rolled off his ton gu e. She nodded. “Please.”
Blane closed the distance between their lips, settling his mouth on hers. At first it was subtle, like the first brush of their mouths had been . Wit hin moments, when she sighed, he deepened the kiss, his tongue running over the seam of her lips. She gasped, and when her lips parted he glided his tongue inside. The man had not lied; he was kissing her—although she would not have called it proper at all. It was carnal, wicked and utterly satisfying.
Aliah whimpered as his tongue stroked over hers and tentatively moved to mimic his caress. Blane let out an encouraging groan, tightening his hold on her body as he completely took ownership of her mouth.
Never in her wildest imaginings would she have thought a man and woman could kiss this way. It was intoxicating. Glorious. Sensual. Made her ache for something that seemed out of reach. Her insides coiled tight as though they waited for some signal to release and she found herself rubbing her body wantonly against his. Along the plains of her belly, his hardened shaft pressed against her with obvious desire.
Aliah was both frightened and enticed.
If this was what he considered a proper kiss… What did he consider scandalous ?
Blane’s blood rushed through his body at the pace of a river rapid. Swirling, churning this way and that, upsetting the natural course. And yet, he couldn’t stop, he wanted more. His tongue delved into the heated, sweet velvet that was Lady Aliah’s mouth. He craved the soft whimpers coming from her dainty throat, and reveled in the tight grip she had around his waist.
When she rubbed her body against his, he nearly doubled over from the pleasure of it. Did she realize how passionate she was? How she stirred his blood? The church was not the right place for her . No, within his arms, kissing him like this was where she needed to stay.
Massaging the back of her head, he deepened the kiss, taking complete ownership of her mouth the way he wanted to take possession of her body. With a hand at her waist, he kneaded her curvy hip, daring to move a little lower and place his hand upon one rounded glo b e of her bottom. When she didn’t protest, he gripped it. Not hard, but enough that he could tug her pelvis more snuggly against his own. The deep moan that escaped her was pure seduction. He answered her moan with one of his own and pinned her against the tree, grinding his throbbing cock against the heat emanating from between her thighs.
“Oh, Aliah,” he murmured, trailing his mouth to her chin and neck. He savored her flesh, tonguing the spot where her pulse beat rapidly .
Aliah sighed, her fingers roaming over his lower back, and she tilted her neck to the side. He continued to tease her flesh, soaking in her gasps and whimpers.
“You are so beautiful,” he murmured, his mouth moving to the base of her throat. He pushed back her cloak so he could rub his lips over the length of her collarbone. “How could you want to spend your life in the church, when you could spend it…”
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