Free Forbidden Magic by Catherine Emm Page B

shut. In the next instant, she felt his weight on the bed, a knee thrust between her thighs, and Jewel was beset with a torrent of sobs. Blindly, she thrashed out at him, connecting only twice before he fell against her, pinning her arms at her sides. His mouth took hers again in an urgent, searing kiss, his tongue brutally parting her lips to explore inside. Her breathing accelerated as she strained to free herself and every muscle ached from the useless effort. Her strength fading, she unwillingly relaxed, praying for some hidden reserve to see her through, until his kisses moved to the silky smoothness of her neck, lingered at the hollow in her throat, then eagerly traveled to the fullness of one breast. His mouth open, warm and moist, he hungrily captured the firm mound of flesh, teeth nibbling, tongue teasing its peak.
    "Nay!" she screamed, struggling with renewed strength, tears streaming down her face.
    As if he had heard, he lifted his head to look at her, but she knew in that moment he only intended to fulfill his reason for seeking her out. Shifting his weight, he placed both knees between her thighs, one hand behind her back, the other at the nape of her neck, and slowly lowered himself upon her. His mouth covered hers again, this time passionately, demanding, somewhat hurtful, and Jewel was helpless to stop him. Neither angry words nor heartfelt sobs had swayed him before, and she knew that within the next few moments he would take from her something she truly did not wish to give. Tears flooded between the thick, dark lashes. And she didn't even know his name.
    Suddenly his manly hardness touched her. Her eyes flew open and she sensed the pain she would suffer. She fought beneath him, frantically trying to wiggle free, but it only seemed to sharpen his desire. In one final effort, she rose up to push at him just as he thrust his manhood into her. Her scream of terror was muffled against his lustful kiss and her body withered in his embrace as a burning fire seemed to spread within her. Yet it did not end there as she prayed it would, for he moved faster, deeper, his ragged breathing falling hot against her neck when he buried his face in her hair. She lay stiff, afraid to move lest he tear her apart with his passion, and she felt the thunderous pounding of his heart against her naked breast, the iron muscles of his body pressed to hers. When she thought she could endure no more, he let out a long, raspy sigh and withdrew to fall exhausted at her side.
    Bruised and hurting. Jewel lay still and drained, willing her courage to return as she choked back her sobs. Now that he was finished with her, she would wait only, long enough to regain her strength before she rose and dressed herself. Although the storm, continued its fury outside the room, oddly she found she desired its cleansing rain to wash away the scent of this man from her body. She felt dirty, used, and filled with shame. If there had been a slight chance Amery would marry her, it had vanished when this stranger had entered her chamber. All that was left her now was to return to Harcourt to bid her family farewell, seek forgiveness from God, and live a life of seclusion. A rumble of thunder crescendoed within the walls of the small room as the crisp bite of the night air chilled her, and Jewel opened her eyes, determined to clothe herself as quickly as she could. But when she started to rise, a broad hand caught her shoulder and pushed her back into the fur pelts of the bed. Fearful, she slowly looked at the man who shared the space, her chin trembling when she discovered he had propped himself up on one elbow and was brazenly feasting on her nakedness. Blood rushed to her cheeks, warming them, and she averted her eyes, thinking the gesture would make him disappear.
    "Thou wouldst not flee so soon?" he mocked, toying with an auburn curl resting against the pillow. "'Twould please me if you remained."
    "'Twould please me more if you threw yourself out yon