Free Eliza Knight - The Rules of Chivalry by A Knight's Victory

taste her. Their eyes met, her lips parted slightly as she flicked her tongue over her lower lip, before disappearing.
    “Forgive me,” he whispered.
    There was a hitch in her breath, she bit her lip. He lowered his lips and brushed them against hers. She tilted her head, lips pressed warmly against his and sighed. The first true sound of contentment, peace he’d heard from her since seeing her first that afternoon. Her breath held a hint of mint as it caressed his cheek. How long had he been waiting for this moment? It felt like a lifetime and maybe it had been. He’d been in love with her since he was a boy, planned to marry her since then, and the day they’d pledged themselves to each other w as the day she’d been torn away.
    He didn’t want to let her go, couldn’t now. His fingers found the small of her back and he kneaded her tense muscles until she relaxed, and then with gentle pressure tucked her against him. Her body melted to his. Her tension seemed to disappear and with it, his own anger and frustration. It was just the two of them. The world flowed away. No Kent, no tournament, no England. Just Elena, Michael and this kiss.
    He fought the urge to lift her up and take her to his bed. Instead he held her close, kneaded her back, stroked her arms. He would let her lead the way. She parted her lips ever so slightly. As urgently as he wanted to thrust his tongue inside and claim what she offered, he resisted. Instead he teased her with his lips, kissing her over and over, until he felt like his head was swimming. It was she who tentatively teased the corner of his mouth with her tongue. And just like that he was lost.
    Michael swept her into the air, but didn’t go anywhere. Instead he held against him, legs bent over one arm and back held in the other. Her arms slipped around his neck. He licked the seam of her lips, nibbled on her flesh, and stuck his face in her hair , breathing deeply of her essence. ’Twas a dream, it had to be. But he was wide awake.
    Michael kissed her neck up to her jaw line, and then met his mouth with hers again. This time she eagerly opened for him, tasting him. Their tongues danced like two swords sparring. He was dizzy with desire, shook with need, but still he stood there, holding her.
    “Elena,” he murmured against her mouth. He couldn’t say more, although he desperately wanted to tell her how much he loved her. The words wouldn’t come, and so he kissed her some more, hoping that his adoration for her spoke louder in his actions than his lack of words.
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    Despite the danger lurking all around them, for the first time in years, Elena felt safe tucked inside Michael’s arms. Together they could conquer the world.
    She was warm, her limbs, every inch of her sang with exhilaration. This kiss was different than any kiss she’d experienced with Michael. Their connection was deep and soul-wrenching. Almost like a thousand fairies rained magical dust on them, sparks seemed to fly through the very air.
    Michael’s skin was warm, muscles rippled beneath her fingertips as she ran them over his shoulders. She pulled the leather thong from his hair and laced her fingers through its softness. He was all raw maleness. Sensuality like she’d never known.
    He held her tight against him, like she was weightless. How could it be that at the same time his mouth crushed to hers with a fierce intensity, he also kissed her with a delicate softness? Her mind reeled. He let her lead the way, set the pace. The power he gave her made her feel that much more comfortable. She wished this kiss would go on forever. Never before had she dreamed the melding of lips could be like this. As though the time apart had left them both with an urgent, desperate need, and each of them delighted in the connection so long missed.
    Kent’s kisses were rough, repelling. With Michael it was tender, wonderful , but it was also deeply sensual.
    A turning point was taking place. Something they would never