Free Surrender by Sophia Johnson Page B

were right. I desired ye from the first
moment I saw ye come to the well," she babbled on. "We are as good
as wed. No one will think it sinful. Why, most couples seal their
betrothal afore they wed. Ye didna have time to purchase a proper
betrothal gift, but I thought this would seal our bargain as
well."
    Where did she come up with such a feckless
reason? Her heart raced watching his face tighten, his eyes gleam
with hidden fire. For truth 'twas fear sending her blood flying
through her body, for the eyes of the black wolf of her dreams
gleamed down at her! She felt afire where he started to rock back
and forth imitating what she had done to him. Who knew a man's body
could hold such heat?
    Ah, so this is how to do it. He did not just
rock, but bore down with each forward move. And each time he did
so, he moved further down on her body until, bit by bit, his
throbbing prick caressed her nether lips. He reached down and did
something with her springy curls.
    "Is this what ye wanted to feel? Hm?"
    Hard, hot velvet rubbed against the bare
flesh of her nub. Her gasp was reply enough. He chuckled, the sound
sinister in the darkness.
    "And this?"
    His breathing became ragged. Grunting, he
leaned forward and brushed his chest against her breasts. The
crispy hair there tickled her nipples so much she tried to move
from side to side to relieve the itch.
    It didn't work. It worsened.
    "Do ye enjoy my hair teasin' yer nipples?
Hm?"
    She grasped his shoulders and squirmed.
    Of a sudden, he took in a great breath and
held still. As if he had come to his senses.
    "Ye should not have come to me."
    He pulled upright breaking her hold on his
shoulders and stared at her.
    "If ye wish to leave, do so now." He started
to swing off her.
    She grabbed the hard muscles of his thighs
and held tight. She could not leave now! If she did, he would not
go back to sleep and wait until the sun rose. He would leave!
Muriele would not have time to find a proper hiding place at the
convent. Elyne could do this for her. Give her time. After all,
Muriele had killed a man to keep her safe.
    "Nay! I dinna want to leave ye. I burn for
ye."

    The way Graemme's mouth swooped down to
devour hers, she was the plump hare to his hungry wolf. Soft, warm
lips greeted him, hesitating when he slid the hard tip of his
tongue over them, seeking a slight opening to invade. He nibbled
and nipped, nudging at them until they parted in a soft sigh. It
was all he needed. Soon his tongue fed from the minty freshness of
her mouth. So sweet. So hesitant with each move he made until soon
her own tongue explored and played with his.
    Hearing her soft purr, he braced himself on
his left elbow and moved his right hand to gently brush over the
top of her breast. His fingertips trailed the plump flesh around to
the side until he cupped its full weight in the palm of his hand.
His calloused thumb gently grazed over the hardening nipple then
quickly moved on.
    "Dinna leave," She arched her breast upward,
urging him to return.
    He did. He squeezed gently then brought his
wet, open lips to brush over the straining flesh. Ah. So
delightful. He suckled and drew it out, letting it go with a wet
pop, then nuzzled it again and nibbled gently. Her hips squirmed
and her thighs moved. Still suckling, he reached between them and
moved his cock to nest its length between her nether lips. A groan
rumbled from his throat. He feared it caused him to nip harder than
he intended. He released her nipple and caressed it.
    "Forgive me, little jewel." He lapped and
kissed her flesh.
    She did not protest. Though she had not the
skills of a woman well used to bed sport, from her instant response
to his touch, he wondered. Her mouth had been hot and eager. Her
breasts had swelled afore he started caressing them. If he read her
aright, she was already wet and weeping for him. To assure himself
he need not go slowly, he brushed the heel of his hand above her
slit. He ran his middle and third fingers along the length