Free Harnessed Passions by Dee Jones

heart was begging him to continue.
He had wanted her in his arms since he first saw her in the
stables; his arms ached for her, his lips pleaded with him to taste
her sweetness.
    It wasn’t until he looked into those warm
emerald eyes that he forgot about logic. She was the most beautiful
woman he’d ever seen; young and innocent, desirable and sexy. No
man would be able to withstand her charms for long and he was far
from an ordinary man; he knew of many ways to make her accept him
and beg him to take her to bed. But as she placed her hands on his
shoulders, he realized just how innocent she was; she touched him
as though it were her first time doing so and it was at the moment
when she gasped, he knew he was lost.
    Julia could feel his heart beating beneath
her breast as she pressed against his chest. His warmth was
intoxicating and the seductive glint in his turquoise eyes, made
her pulse quicken. She felt as though her body was suddenly
engulfed in sunshine; warmth spreading to every recess of her
soul.
    "I don't understand," she
whispered, and he chuckled lightly, kissing first her forehead and
then her cheek, slowly caressing the soft flesh below her ear. The
touch of his lips against her skin sent chills of anticipation
through her; the lower regions of her body waking to the stirring
of sensations. It was a feeling she had never experienced and even
though she was weary of it, she wanted to feel more. She found the
reserve strength she'd been harboring over the past several weeks
deserting her, melting against the passion that burned between
them.
    "I have to know what you taste like,
Princess," he whispered mindlessly against her ear as his hand
moved between them, softly massaging her firm breast through the
soft cotton of her dress, teasing the hard nipple that poked out
from beneath the layers of fabric. Julia felt a soft moan burning
in her chest, escaping her throat as his tongue bathed a hot path
down her throat to her collarbone. Just when she would have pushed
him away, she felt the hardened reality of the man's desire, press
against her thigh.
    "You do not play fair, Little Princess," he
whispered against her lips, his accent thick with passion. "You
said my name when I wasn’t expecting it.” He gently brushed his
lips against hers as he spoke. “I promise, one day I will show you
how deeply that teasing affects me."
    His lips pressed down on hers, hard and
demanding yet filled with the heat of his promise. The tip of his
tongue traced the outline of her bottom lip then sucked it between
his teeth, biting it gently until she moaned. Her audible gasp
encouraged the teasing of his searching tongue as he explored the
dark cavern of her mouth. It felt wrong and yet so erotic and
intoxicating that she hoped he never stopped, but just as abruptly
as he had embraced her, he released her. With a deep groan filled
with regret, he turned and left without offering her a second
glance.
    Julia collapsed back on the settee in a
stunned silence. The heat of the evening breeze did nothing to help
relieve the molted lava flowing within her veins. She felt alive
and sadly alone in the same instant; the warmth he offered her was
gone and she was left with only a deep desire to occupy the space
between her chest and her heart. She had never felt like this with
any man before; she wanted more, she wanted him to explore the
strange stirrings burning to life within the dark recesses of the
hidden, most private parts of her body.
    Her breath slowly began to seep back into
her gasping lungs as her hands twisted together anxiously in her
lap. The thought of Daniel’s male vigor, his sensual prowness,
caused a chill of apprehension and longing to run down her spine.
An unnerving sensation began to replace the warmth that was
spreading through her limbs. What if he meant what he said? What if
he didn’t? Could she find the strength to resist him? But then
again, did she really want to and would she be able to resist him
if he