Free Passion Light by Danielle Elise Girard

“You were made for me. You were made to do what we will do together. I will be careful with you always and I will give you pleasure as many times as you will let me for all of our lives. You will be mine and I will be yours like wolves and eagles. I will take no other lover as long as we both live. Our children will have all that you and I can give them and we will prepare them to be adults. ”
     
    Wow! she thought. Who needs a patriarchal faux religious representative when a man gave you vows like she had just heard, words that he had given her freely, openly and without reservations. It had not even occurred to her that such a simple group of words could sound like the most sacred of vows without her demanding them.
     
    She felt she had just received a better offer than what Uncle thought he’d crafted for her. What he had done to her was really a punishment…a way to humble her or break her pride. He wanted her to see him as her superior, in spite of the fact that she could only see him as the weasel he was. He had chosen a man who looked grim and brutal, hoping he would hurt her, but Evan was not quite what he appeared to be. He was something else.
     
    So…what if she accepted the offer. What if she took Evan and what seemed like a MUCH better offer?
     
    So she did it. She took him.
     
    “And I will give to you, too.” she said. “I will do for us and our family and be only your lover.”
     
    He picked her up easily, held her to his hairy chest and carried her to the bed. Being that close to him was very exciting. She knew he was going to do intimate things with her and she was breathless with anticipation. He came into the bed with her and into her personal space. He was naked and very warm and she felt overwhelmed. He began to kiss her and touch her as though she was something he truly treasured, calming her and easing her into what he wanted. Brian’s touch on Glory was similar if not identical.
     
    ‘Maybe I’ve been hanging out with the wrong guys,’ she thought.
     
    In Evan’s mind it was important for her to be ready for him, not dragged or forced into something she did not want. Men in his culture were good at making the right woman want them. They were trained to do it from an early age. He thanked the God/Goddess for the magic he knew. He touched her carefully, always with just the right touch to escalate what she was feeling and never hurting her.
     
    It worked for her. She began to feel enthusiastic and less anxious and more ready. She began to touch him, too. They rolled together over the bed exploring each other and getting heated. Just as she was ready for it he began to touch her more intimately. His hands finally went to her breasts. He still did not touch her nipples, but he explored all around the other territory very thoroughly. When he did touch her nipples with his fingers, first and then his mouth she was desperate to be touched there.
     
    She was astounded by the intense feelings he gave her. Her body responded in ways she had never experienced. He wasn’t the handsomest guy she had ever seen, but his hard face with its prominent bones was growing on her. Part of it was his self-mastery. He never stopped thinking and he had an awareness of her that seemed remarkable. His every touch aroused her and he had a magnificent body, too. It was such fun to look at him, but touching his hard body was incredibly simulating. She allowed her hands to experience his body as completely as her eyes had earlier. He seemed to want her but he was too good a lover to leave her behind unsatisfied.
     
    The attention he gave her breasts made her want to be touched somewhere else, too. It was like an electrical line went directly from her breasts to her crotch. He seemed to sense what she wanted, too.
     
    “Let me hear you,” he encouraged in his dark manly voice. He was looking at her crotch and she knew suddenly what he wanted to do to her. She tried to push him away, but he said, “It’s