battle the urge to lift her skirts and beg him to
take her. Gathering the fabric in her fisted hands, she wondered where such a
wild notion had come from. His spell?
His eyes glinted. Did he know that was what she wanted to
do?
“Confide in me. Tell me if you feel a change manifest.”
“A change, yes, but it is...it is desire that I feel.”
Overwhelmed, she stared up at him. “It is fertility I seek, and now I begin to
question this...lust.”
“Question it?” He leaned closer still, his hand on her waist.
“Why would you question it? I can see the vitality in your eyes and the color in
your cheeks. Your essential womanly nature is flourishing.” He shifted his hand,
moving it, so that it lay over her lower belly.
Even through her skirts she felt it, as if she were being
branded by his touch. She moaned aloud, for the proximity of his hand to the
place she currently craved him sent her closer to madness. “I should never have
come. I was warned against you.”
He lifted an eyebrow. “Were you? And yet you came anyway,
putting yourself at risk of the very thing you have been warned about.”
She could not speak, because all she wanted to do was writhe
beneath him and it was taking all her efforts not to do so.
He gave her a lingering glance and she saw her own hunger
reflected in his eyes. Mutual desire. It struck her fiercely, for it was
something she had never known before and it felt right and true and
powerful.
“The arousal,” he continued, “it is part of opening the deepest
secret part of you to flourish and receive your lovers freely...here.”
Chloris moaned aloud because he applied pressure through her
skirts as he spoke, and his hand was directly over her intimate places. She felt
herself grow damper still between her thighs. Never before had she felt this
way. It was him. And she wanted him. Wanted him badly. Turning her face away,
she closed her eyes tightly and tried to steady the wild beating of her
heart.
“Ah, I see the true nature of your problem, Mistress
Chloris.”
She turned back.
The provocative smile he wore made her ache with longing.
“Your desire is out of control, perhaps?”
Thoroughly ashamed of her predicament, she managed to nod her
head.
His hand moved lower still and he applied a mite more pressure,
right over her groin.
“Oh, dear God!” She stared down, her lips parting in objection.
But when she saw his hand moving there, where the fabric of her gown dipped into
the hollow between her legs, she was so astonished that she could not say
more.
Then the pressure he applied met with a response—a pang of
bliss melted her center, and she could not pull away. Instead she let him rest
his hand there, overawed at the immense pleasure that point of contact gave
her.
“There is a pleasurable way to alleviate this tension, I’m sure
you know what it is.” His smile was wicked, but he kept massaging her in that
place and her head dropped back, tears dampening her cheeks.
He was going to make love to her, and she wanted him to. Needed
it, badly. Never before had she felt this way. “I do not wish to be unfaithful
to my husband.”
“I would not invade your husband’s territory, not unless you
requested I do so.” There was a level of gentle sarcasm in his voice that she
could not fail to notice, despite the state she was in. “I would not take a
woman, married or otherwise, unless she was determined to be mounted and begged
for it.”
Chloris was so close to doing that very thing, but the fact
he’d said it astonished her.
“You are shocked that one such as I has a code of honor?” Humor
danced through his eyes.
Chloris was entranced. Every time she thought she gained an
understanding of his motives he surprised her anew. His eyelids were
half-lowered, but that did not shade the vital spark in his vivid blue eyes. The
dark of his lashes seemed only to emphasize the fire she saw there. Could she
trust his words? Everything he said seemed to contradict
take her. Gathering the fabric in her fisted hands, she wondered where such a
wild notion had come from. His spell?
His eyes glinted. Did he know that was what she wanted to
do?
“Confide in me. Tell me if you feel a change manifest.”
“A change, yes, but it is...it is desire that I feel.”
Overwhelmed, she stared up at him. “It is fertility I seek, and now I begin to
question this...lust.”
“Question it?” He leaned closer still, his hand on her waist.
“Why would you question it? I can see the vitality in your eyes and the color in
your cheeks. Your essential womanly nature is flourishing.” He shifted his hand,
moving it, so that it lay over her lower belly.
Even through her skirts she felt it, as if she were being
branded by his touch. She moaned aloud, for the proximity of his hand to the
place she currently craved him sent her closer to madness. “I should never have
come. I was warned against you.”
He lifted an eyebrow. “Were you? And yet you came anyway,
putting yourself at risk of the very thing you have been warned about.”
She could not speak, because all she wanted to do was writhe
beneath him and it was taking all her efforts not to do so.
He gave her a lingering glance and she saw her own hunger
reflected in his eyes. Mutual desire. It struck her fiercely, for it was
something she had never known before and it felt right and true and
powerful.
“The arousal,” he continued, “it is part of opening the deepest
secret part of you to flourish and receive your lovers freely...here.”
Chloris moaned aloud because he applied pressure through her
skirts as he spoke, and his hand was directly over her intimate places. She felt
herself grow damper still between her thighs. Never before had she felt this
way. It was him. And she wanted him. Wanted him badly. Turning her face away,
she closed her eyes tightly and tried to steady the wild beating of her
heart.
“Ah, I see the true nature of your problem, Mistress
Chloris.”
She turned back.
The provocative smile he wore made her ache with longing.
“Your desire is out of control, perhaps?”
Thoroughly ashamed of her predicament, she managed to nod her
head.
His hand moved lower still and he applied a mite more pressure,
right over her groin.
“Oh, dear God!” She stared down, her lips parting in objection.
But when she saw his hand moving there, where the fabric of her gown dipped into
the hollow between her legs, she was so astonished that she could not say
more.
Then the pressure he applied met with a response—a pang of
bliss melted her center, and she could not pull away. Instead she let him rest
his hand there, overawed at the immense pleasure that point of contact gave
her.
“There is a pleasurable way to alleviate this tension, I’m sure
you know what it is.” His smile was wicked, but he kept massaging her in that
place and her head dropped back, tears dampening her cheeks.
He was going to make love to her, and she wanted him to. Needed
it, badly. Never before had she felt this way. “I do not wish to be unfaithful
to my husband.”
“I would not invade your husband’s territory, not unless you
requested I do so.” There was a level of gentle sarcasm in his voice that she
could not fail to notice, despite the state she was in. “I would not take a
woman, married or otherwise, unless she was determined to be mounted and begged
for it.”
Chloris was so close to doing that very thing, but the fact
he’d said it astonished her.
“You are shocked that one such as I has a code of honor?” Humor
danced through his eyes.
Chloris was entranced. Every time she thought she gained an
understanding of his motives he surprised her anew. His eyelids were
half-lowered, but that did not shade the vital spark in his vivid blue eyes. The
dark of his lashes seemed only to emphasize the fire she saw there. Could she
trust his words? Everything he said seemed to contradict
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