Free Madness by Sorcha MacMurrough Page A

curl, then asked softly, "Kiss me again?”
     
    She did more than that, throwing her leg over his waist and tugging at his trousers until his velvet tip branded into her through his clothes.
     
    The whirlwind was upon them again, but Simon once again was the one who took command and drew back where she would have pressed forward with their passion to its tumultuous conclusion.
     
    He bathed her face in kisses, but finally flattened her leg back down on the pallet before he really did ruin her irrevocably.
     
    “We can’t, darling. It’s going to happen in a second if you do that again. And then your cousin is really going to kill me. I’m not taking you on the bathroom floor like some mindless brute, do you hear me?”
     
    “Then let’s do what you did before. Please. I need you. Need you so much,” she panted, stroking his high cheekbone.
     
    Eventually he gave a reluctant nod. He positioned himself as he had a few moments previously and wrapped his arm around her legs to still her, not trusting Gabrielle to keep herself safe from his huge manhood, which he feared would split her tiny body in two.
     
    For she was certainly most slender, the tiniest and most lithe girl he had ever met, yet all woman with it, her body a lush oasis of delights in the desert of his existence.
     
    He brought them to another incredible climax even more powerful than all the others combined. She clung to him fiercely, almost sobbing out her need for him.
     
    He sushed her with his mouth, curving her neck backwards to deepen the kiss so that she would not try to pull him into her more than welcoming body.
     
    But she could see what he was doing. “Please, if this is all the time we have...”
     
    “No, I’ve told you. I just can’t do this to you. And they will be here soon. Try to sleep.”
     
    “I can’t. I don’t want to lose you. Have you vanish into thin air.”
     
    He shook his head sadly. “I’m a ghost, a dead man.”
     
    She ran her hand along his abdomen before he could stop her. “You feel awfully lively to me.”
     
    “Stop, please. Don’t you understand, I feel dreadful enough about what we did already?” he hissed.
     
    “Was it so terrible for you?” she asked, her hurt unmistakable in her tone.
     
    He kissed her hard, then said, “It was heaven on earth. But I’ve awakened something inside you now that it will be hard to quench. Just think of this is a pleasant fantasy. But I’m not a real man. The terror of the circumstances has made you feel, well, romantically inclined towards someone you would never otherwise give the time of day to.”
     
    Her eyes flashed fire. “Is that what you think this has been between us? Some mere reaction to the danger and my near-rape? I'm so hysterical that I've decided to throw myself into the arms of the very next man I meet?” she accused as she jerked her body away from his.
     
    Simon nearly cried out at the loss of her warm softness. “Not exactly. Just that you would be inclined to view your rescuer as some sort of hero. But I’m a madman.”
     
    Her eyes narrowed. “You’re more sane than most people I’ve met outside these gates. A real madman would be gibbering and would most certainly have taken all I had to offer, and more.”
     
    He moved his head to nuzzle her hair. “Please, dearest, it’s getting late. I would like to spend our last few minutes in your arms, revelling in your softness, not arguing with you about what’s really for your own good.
     
    "You’re so young. It would be a dreadful mistake to rob you of that which can never be replaced. And while some women can have many partners without any thought for the consequences, I suspect you’re not one of them. I think once you give your body and heart, they can never be regained.
     
    His hand moved   from her shoulder down the curve of her back to cup her more tightly to him.   “It would be the height of folly and selfishness to become your man for one night and leave you