Free Blind Allegiance by Violetta Rand Page A

she moaned and she rewarded his ministration with a dreamy smile. Her eyes met his and she nearly melted in his hands. Curse him for being so irresistible. Did Eve’s apple tempt Adam half this much?
    His beard pricked her skin as he slid his hands up her body again. And those heated fingers left her in a daze as they indelicately unlaced the back of her gown and tugged. She swayed as Randvior pulled the material over her head and yanked her chemise down until it sagged loosely around her hips.
    He stepped back and took a deep breath, openly admired her, while his eyes caressed her lazily. “The enchantress in my dreams has sprung to life. You are more beautiful than I ever imagined, Noelle.”
    She felt the intensity of his need through the quietness of his voice. Her silence was his answer.
    The only stitch of clothing left was her stockings and boots. She convinced herself to feel no shame. She needn’t love a man to get what she needed. Men sought comfort in the arms of nameless women all the time. And for once in her life, Noelle intended to gift herself with a single indulgence. He rolled her leggings halfway down and knelt; his soft lips made contact with the goose-flesh on her inner thighs. What was left of her wits scattered to the four winds.
    She offered herself to him—her eyes meeting his as she braced herself against his chest, almost expecting something cataclysmic to happen.
    It didn’t. Only the comforting warmth of flesh meeting flesh. Molten-hot hands scaled the soft mounds of her body. Front and back, and she grabbed hold of whatever part of his she could reach. Oh God . . . Never had she imagined how wickedly good it might feel to be at the mercy of a man.
    He pulled away briefly, and she immediately missed his body heat. If he stopped now, she might lose her resolve to keep going. Everything he did tormented her, and she moved closer, desperate to feed on his passion. Randvior chuckled softly.
    “Tell me what you want little one.”
    No man had ever touched her body before. Even so, Randvior seemed to know how to keep her begging for things she didn’t know how to ask for. And words wouldn’t come, not now.
    His body promised both pleasure and pain. Noelle yearned for him to make her a woman, to transform her for just one night. The pain of yesterday would be there after she woke up. Tonight belonged to her—and Randvior. He teased her lips with a flick of his tongue. She opened her mouth to say something—anything—but nothing came out. And after he slid his knee between her legs, she could hardly breathe. She reached up and wrapped her arms around his neck, while he shredded his linen shirt with one hand, revealing powerful flesh underneath.
    A jagged scar ran along the top of his right pectoral and she traced it gently with her fingertips. He growled and closed his eyes.
    Emboldened by his response, she explored even further. Softly massaged his chest and curled her fingers in the thick hair that covered it. She tasted him and pinched both nipples as her tongue moved nervously over the hard contours of his body. He threaded his fingers through her hair and pressed his body hard against hers.
    His nipples went pebble-hard as she nibbled on them, changing from a soft pink to a deeper shade of red. He let her hands go and she pinched again. What made her do that? Randvior laughed so hard he coughed. He winced as she squeezed a third time and caught her hands midair. She enjoyed watching his body tighten like a freshly strung bow.
    “What are you doing?” he asked.
    Noelle’s fixation on his nipples gave her time to calm down.
    He hugged her. Noelle looked up and admired the finer details of his face—the arch of his brows, the alluring slant of his eyes, and those naughty, ample lips. She captured the bottom one with her teeth, gently digging her fingernails into the sides of his face.
    A pair of mind-boggling kisses stopped her destructive behavior. Randvior lightly touched thecurve of her