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- Index
- 02 opengl 3.2 szablon aplikacji OpenGL
- Brooks, Terry Word 02 A Knight of the Word
- John DeChancie Castle 02 Castle for Rent
- Jay D. Blakeny The Sword, the Ring, and the Chalice 02 The Ring
- Celmer Michelle Królewskie zwišzki 02 Ksišżę i sekretarka (Goršcy Romans 893)
- Margit Sandemo Cykl Saga o czarnoksiężniku (02) Blask twoich oczu
- 115. Sherryl Woods Bogaci kawalerowie 02 Randka z przeznaczeniem
- Diana Palmer Big Spur,Texas 02 Passion Flower
- Carroll_Jonathan_ _Vincent_Ettrich_TOM_02_ _Szklana_zupa
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least not below her face. For a long moment, his eyes bored into hers. Then he turned on his
heel and stepped to the bed to swipe up the velvet gown in one fist.
It was the full sight of her that met him when he turned around to bring the gown to her. If he
could have been spared that, if he could have kept his eyes fixed only on her face, Royce
might have succeeded with his purpose. As it was, he couldn't move, he was so entranced.
She stood there proud and unashamed to have him see her thus, with no attempt to cover
herself in any way, and he looked long and hard, feasting on the reality of what he had only
been able to imagine previously. She was so very beautiful to him, so perfectly formed for all
her height.
Royce was unaware that he had walked to her, but he stood next to her now, the velvet gown
forgotten, dropping from his fingers to the floor. Everything was forgotten as his hands rose
to cup her cheeks, and he lowered his head to taste the nectar of her lips. Slowly he tasted,
gently at first to savor, then with the full measure of his need.
In those first moments, he was so consumed with desire that he would not have noticed if
Kristen resisted him. But she was not resisting in any way. As before, she was kissing him
back with an unrestrained abandon. A part of her was fearful that he would stop as he had
before. The rest of her opened up to a wealth of new feeling.
She need not have worried. Royce was incapable of halting what had begun. He did not
know it, but he had lost his battle to resist her before she even entered his chamber. He had
no control over his actions and for once did not care. Passion alone was ruling him, a fair
madness that would not abate without fruition.
Kristen moaned when his mouth left hers, but it was only for a moment as he bent to lift her in
his arms. She felt a moment's panic not for what was to come, but for her new and
precarious height. She had not been held like this since she was a child and had grown too
big for it to be reasonable for her father to carry her to bed when she had fallen asleep in the
hall. But the weight that went with her size seemed not to faze Royce.
His hold on her was firm and he was in no hurry to relinquish it, but stood there for a long
moment, resuming his kiss. Kristen's arms went about his neck, keeping his mouth firmly
fixed to hers, and the kiss deepened as he carried her to his bed.
Very slowly he laid her down so that their lips would not part. And then he was lying full length
at her side, with only his chest leaning half over her as he continued to kiss her. This was not
enough for Kristen. She turned toward him so that she could feel all of him, arching her body
into his, straining to attain every inch. This was still not enough. His clothes thwarted her,
chafing at her skin.
Royce was only barely aware of what she was doing. He had thrilled to the complete contact
with her, but had not stopped kissing her when she leaned away from him to work
impatiently at his belt. It was when the belt fell away that he was totally aware of what she
was about, for she pushed him back and climbed on top of him, sitting up so that she
straddled his hips.
He saw her yanking at his tunic to remove it and he raised his back off the bed so she could
easier pull it off. He did not think how strange this was to have a woman undress him. He
was mesmerized by the sight of her sitting on him, her rounded breasts thrust forward,
seeming to demand his touch. He did touch them, capturing a firm mound in each hand.
The sound she made then brought his eyes to hers, and he caught his breath to see heat
smoldering in the depths of her aqua gaze. And she kept her eyes locked to his as she
worked on the lacings of his braies, not breaking contact until she scooted down to his
thighs, and with a suddenness he was not expecting, yanked his braies down over his hips.
She stared now at what she had uncovered, the strong root of him that was already
throbbing for her. That she would do so, unabashed, sent new blood pulsing through him.
She looked up at him in what seemed like wonder, only to glance down again as her fingers
circled the thickness of him.
It was his undoing, more than he could bear. With a groan he sat up swiftly and gripped her
shoulders to force her back down on the bed. She was not satisfied to stay down. As he
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