Free Heart of Darkness by Jaide Fox Page B

the marriage bed, Isabeau had no practical idea of what
actually happened or how.
     
    For her, marriage always had and always would
be the place in which to explore any desires she had. She did not
appreciate having to retreat from her principles in an effort to
regain possession of her ring, but she had taken part in far worse
to survive.
     
    She sat silently as he continued to stalk
ever closer to her and when he stood directly before her, Isabeau
felt contrasting emotions quiver through her. Even though he was
upon her, he somehow continued to press onwards and she ended up
falling backwards and sprawled inelegantly upon the cushioned
feather bed.
     
    Although she felt slightly fearful, the
female in her was relaxed and felt almost predatory. While she lay
supine on the bed, she could turn his presumptions against him and
play his game and surprise him.
     
    His hands came down and were pressed beside
her arms. He leaned over her and his head hung low and close to her
own. Her eyes traced his handsome features, before halting at his
own and spying the thundering and riotous emotions there.
     
    Slowly, purposely, she licked her lips and
watched his reaction to that gesture. His eyes, already black as
night, were suddenly shot through with gleaming strands of
appreciation that turned the orbs into an even darker shade of
obsidian. It was like seeing a shard of a lightning bolt run across
the breadth of the sky. Sharp, shocking and at the same time,
exhilaratingly exciting.
     
    His head dropped lower and she could tell,
although this had been her intention all along, his emotions were
in control and not his head. That in itself sent a peculiar
sensation of arousal shuddering through her.
     
    Before his mouth could reach her, her hand
quickly shot up to curl around his neck and she pressed him against
her. The sudden touch of his lips against hers made her blood start
to shoot through her veins like quicksilver. At first, it was
hesitant. A gentle press of his to hers and then, his tongue
escaped and he flickered it around the perimeter of her mouth. Then
he slipped it back and forth against the central line of her closed
lips until she opened up and it slid in between to press against
her own.
     
    Gently at first, then a little faster until
she shuddered as the new reaction made her heart pump harder, she
pressed her tongue against his and gasped as the small muscle
seemed to pulse with life in reaction.
     
    When his hands slid over the shabby material
of her dress, rather than pushing him away, she accepted the touch,
improper as it was, and enjoyed the sensation of his rough hands
cupping her waist and sliding along the length of her arms.
     
    Every inch of her seemed to grow nerve
endings that were so supremely sensitive, a slight quiver
continually danced along her flesh until she felt as though she
were nothing but a bundle of aroused vitality. His hands cupped her
calves, this time skin to skin and she gasped against his mouth as
they slid to her knees. A small voice urged her to tell him to
stop, to order him to leave her alone, for never had she been in
such a dangerous position as this. But she couldn't. Even if his
mouth hadn't engaged hers, Isabeau wouldn't have wanted to tell him
to stop.
     
    Despite that, her uncertainty over his next
move had her feeling slightly anxious. Would he attempt to touch
her intimately...or, what else could he be intending to do?
     
    Nerves balled in her stomach and before she
could feel even more anxious, he started to spread her legs but his
hands halted at her knee. She froze, wondering what he was about,
when suddenly he settled himself in between her legs so that their
nether regions met. They were covered by cloth, but it was the most
powerful of meetings regardless of that. His lips supped at the
moans that escaped her throat and her fingers came to a halt at his
shoulders. They dug into the hardened muscles they found there and
when his hips rocked against her, she