Free Healing Fire by Angela Castle Page A

was?
     
    He responded by laying his hands on
her shoulders to draw her close. She didn't need any coaxing to lift her mouth
to his as he kissed her again.
     
    After brushing her lips with his, a
lock of his dark hair fell forward, tickling the side of her brow. She reached
up, pushed it aside and let her fingers glide through the fine strands. He bent
to nibble her neck, his warm breath heating everything in its path and
quickening her pulse into an erratic thump.
     
    She inhaled his natural, masculine
scent. His hands left her shoulders; one rested on her hip, the other slowly
meandering along her arm past her waist and came to rest on her ass. He pulled
her against his erection tenting his pants, causing her whole body to quiver in
response.
     
    It had been too long since she'd felt
a man's touch. He traced the lines of her breast, slipped a finger along the
bottom of the underwire and tugged, allowing her breast to spill into his eager
hand. Obviously he'd ignored her earlier advice, but it didn't matter.
     
    "Perfect and beautiful, just as I
imagined them to be."
     
    He pushed up the other side and
stripped it off over her head; it landed with the rest of the pile of discarded
clothing.
     
    Summer felt the heat rise into her
cheeks at his words, and while her insides melted at his touch, she relished
every delicious stroke of his hands against her skin. Everything about him--being
in her room, in her bed and touching her--seemed right. Even kneeling before
her, he was a force to be reckoned with. Wide shoulders, strong chest and
lovely smooth skin. Arms so large and muscled he could easily crush her, but
they were surprisingly gentle when he held her close.
     
    Her hungry gaze took in every inch of
him. She saw the red marks the bear had left on his shoulder and older scars
running down the side of his chest. One she hadn't noticed before. They looked
more like claw scratch marks. She gingerly touched the scar.
     
    "How did you get these?"
     
    "Our last battle with the Drac,"
he said nonchalantly as he leaned in for another kiss.
     
    "They look painful." She
pulled her hand away, not wanting to cause him any undue pain.
     
    "Scratches. They heal." He
grabbed her hand, placing small kisses on her knuckles. He turned her palm over,
pressing his lips into its center. His tongue traced circles down along her wrists,
and her head started to spin.   He inched
closer to her on the bed.
     
    "Please don't hold back because
of me. If it starts to hurt, I'll tell you. I promise."
     
    Her back hit the cool sheets and his
fingers slipped between her folds. She bucked into him and rubbed her swollen
clit against his palm. Melor withdrew his fingers and stripped off his pants
before he pulled her closer, pushing her legs wider, setting himself between
her open legs.
     
    The inside of her thighs were already
slick with her own need, but with his cock so close to her, she gyrated her
hips in frantic anticipation of what was to come.
     
    She glanced up. She couldn't get
pregnant but still, she had some old condoms hidden in the back of her side
drawer.
     
    "Protection?" she managed to
whisper.
     
    "With my life, my lady."
     
    Summer sucked in a ragged breath
through her teeth as he entered her fully with one deep thrust, pushing aside
her unused inner walls. He was large and thick, causing her to moan as she
dangled on the precipice of almost pain. All thoughts scattered at the feeling
imbedded deeply within her, forcing her to simply feel.
     
    He paused to savor their flesh against
flesh melded together. This was what she needed, for him to take her and make
her feel alive with burning passion. No longer the grieving crippled widow, he
made her feel whole and worthy of life.
     
    His breath as quick as hers, he
started to move within her, making her back arch and her fists clench the
sheets under her. His hand skimmed down her arms until her found her hands,
pushing them up bedside her head threading, his fingers