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.Even knowing that her constant ache and fervorwas enhanced by the incubus, she fell to Rukh’s allure.She gave into that allure when his mouth traveled lower.www.samhainpublishing.comElla DrakeThe Forbidden ChamberFrenzied grasping, guttural moans of delight, and splendor, absolute splendor, culminated in a stormyflash of red behind her eyes.Her body crested and release crashed through her.They collapsed in a tangle of limbs.For a moment, she allowed him to hold her, spent and sucking gasps of air into her lungs.Even with her satiation, she wanted her husband again, but exhaustion threatened.She could spend allday with him, if she could, and explore his magnificent form.Sleep beckoned, but she did not follow it.She stretched her legs and did not mind the soreness at the apex.Rukh pulled the sheet over their sweaty bodies, and Isabel curled into his side.She inhaled his smokeand sage.Heavy lidded, she ignored the burn, the need to ride her dragon, and the muscular and hard body that always tempted her.Lethargy took her away.Reliant on Rukh, who always watched the time, she dreamed of smiling babies, rounded red cheeks,drooling smiles, and white lace gowns.Safe.Protected from the fires that burned her to cinders, her baby watched as Hayle Manor took her into the ashes.The dream played over and over until Rukh nudged her awake.She willed the harrowing images awayand forgot them when her husband stroked the curve of her waist.“Dark is closing.Do you plan to leave and spend the night alone in your bed?” His hand snakedbetween her thighs.The tip of his finger brushed across the small bud of desire that brought a rush of liquid heat.He chuckled when she groaned.“Or, will you bring me to bed with you?”“Yes.” She opened her eyes and smiled at him through the haze of sleep.“Now, sweet.Your bed beckons,” he insisted.She blinked fully awake.His self-assured grin hung above her.“No.I meant, no.You are not comingto my bed.”He groaned, flung himself to the side, and sprawled across the bed.He spoke to the ceiling.“IsChristopher going to help you with your search again, tonight?”“Yes.”“Get yourself dressed before he gets here.”The distinct sound of his teeth grinding together almost made her laugh, but she shared his frustration.“I’m going out.Release my wings and fly ‘til I drop to the ground.Maybe I’ll spar with Ward andpound him into the ground, again.”Unclothed and ready for his change, he kissed her forehead and left.She closed her eyes to savor the kiss and slipped away, back to the dreams of her baby.The pulsing began.Eyes opened to the darkness, Isabel realized she’d dozed until well past sunset.She stretched andluxuriated in her husband’s decadent bed.Earlier, when the candles lit the chamber, the creamy satin had enhanced Rukh’s dark beauty.Craving his presence and imagining him wrapped in the soft coverlet, shegrew moist and hot between her legs.www.samhainpublishing.comElla DrakeA thrum enveloped her.Itching and sore where the blood rushed through her aching center, shelonged for relief.Splayed on the bed thrashing, she restrained from touching herself, but ached to stroke the bud at the jointure of her spread legs.Rukh could ease the yearning that bordered on pain, but he wasn’t sliding his length inside her.Wherewas he?On her feet, she grabbed the sheet twisted between her legs and wrapped it around her sweat-drenchednudity.The door called to her on a primal level.No sounds, no rattling and shaking on its hinges as it haddone earlier.It beckoned.Insisted.Breathed.Unsteady, she shuffled to the door.Her feet dragged.One part of her tried to run the other way, butthe larger part of her wanted soothing pressure inside her aching sheath.From her navel to her shakingknees and everywhere in between, sizzling ripples wavered along her skin.Images of cold, stark icestopping the fire assaulted her mind while dark messages of terror and pain threatened.Frigid needles pierced her hand, and she looked down, dazed, to find her fingers wrapped around thebrass handle of the red door.A beat thundered in her undeniably swollen and slick folds, that pivotal area now the focus of herexistence.The drive to relieve the spasms grew harsher with every breath.Hard, unrelenting hands gripped her shoulders before she could turn the handle.Agitation flooded her,her quest to quench her thirst in the beckoning room now thwarted.But those hands belonged to a man.One who could alleviate the craving.www.samhainpublishing.comChapter ElevenIsabel dropped the sheet wrapped around her nudity.A sharp inhalation brought her around to faceChristopher.Not Rukh, but she needed.She so needed the relief.Cupping her heavy breasts, she massaged theswollen mounds and tweaked her tightened nipples.“No,” Christopher yelped, and pleaded with his eyes so like Rukh’s, deep amber darkened withconcern.“You’re not yourself, Isabel.Let’s cover you and get out of here.”He let go of her shoulders, but before he could reach down for the discarded sheet, Isabel launchedherself at him.His young lanky body was muscular, a physique any woman would want, but she onlyneeded that hard bulge in his trousers.She caressed the turgid flesh covered by heavy fabric.With a startled squeak, he batted away her hand while his face flamed red.“I’m sorry, Isabel.I knowyou’re under the influence of the demon, but I can’t stop my reaction.Let me get you out of here.”She didn’t understand why he talked so much, not with the pulses driving her to madness.When hescooped her into his arms, she panicked.Her guilt was short-lived.Lust overshadowed that little screaming voice inside that wanted no man to hold her but Rukh.She licked Christopher’s neck.“Stop that!” Christopher’s voice trembled.He strode from the room, apparently no longer caring thatIsabel was unclothed.Hugging him tightly, his coarse coat rubbing her sensitive skin, she waited for him to lay her across the bed and end her agony.Isabel groaned, the sound laden with her frustration over Christopher’s denial.The drumming grew more distant with each step, and Isabel recovered her senses, overcome withhumiliation.She buried her face against broad shoulders, mortified she’d been a hussy.Poor Christopher.He was her sole friend, and she’d treated him so.Would he forgive her? Could she ever face him?Once he’d ushered her inside her room and placed her in a chair, he backed away.His cheekboneshighlighted with color.“I’m sorry,” they both blurted at the same time.Staring at the ceiling, Christopher cleared his throat.“Yes, well.I must go.Now.I leave you withgood wishes.”“No, it was my fault—" she began, but was interrupted by Christopher’s raised hand.Ella DrakeMouth opened, his expression pained, Christopher remained silent.No further words came forth.Heturned, bolted from the room, and left her to placate her own guilt.Her hands twisted in her lap, and her nudity shamed her.Then the panic slammed into her.Bluebeard had nearly ensnared her.She couldn’t stop shaking long enough to dress.Tears stung her eyes.The hot wet tracks left a trail down her face [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]
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.Even knowing that her constant ache and fervorwas enhanced by the incubus, she fell to Rukh’s allure.She gave into that allure when his mouth traveled lower.www.samhainpublishing.comElla DrakeThe Forbidden ChamberFrenzied grasping, guttural moans of delight, and splendor, absolute splendor, culminated in a stormyflash of red behind her eyes.Her body crested and release crashed through her.They collapsed in a tangle of limbs.For a moment, she allowed him to hold her, spent and sucking gasps of air into her lungs.Even with her satiation, she wanted her husband again, but exhaustion threatened.She could spend allday with him, if she could, and explore his magnificent form.Sleep beckoned, but she did not follow it.She stretched her legs and did not mind the soreness at the apex.Rukh pulled the sheet over their sweaty bodies, and Isabel curled into his side.She inhaled his smokeand sage.Heavy lidded, she ignored the burn, the need to ride her dragon, and the muscular and hard body that always tempted her.Lethargy took her away.Reliant on Rukh, who always watched the time, she dreamed of smiling babies, rounded red cheeks,drooling smiles, and white lace gowns.Safe.Protected from the fires that burned her to cinders, her baby watched as Hayle Manor took her into the ashes.The dream played over and over until Rukh nudged her awake.She willed the harrowing images awayand forgot them when her husband stroked the curve of her waist.“Dark is closing.Do you plan to leave and spend the night alone in your bed?” His hand snakedbetween her thighs.The tip of his finger brushed across the small bud of desire that brought a rush of liquid heat.He chuckled when she groaned.“Or, will you bring me to bed with you?”“Yes.” She opened her eyes and smiled at him through the haze of sleep.“Now, sweet.Your bed beckons,” he insisted.She blinked fully awake.His self-assured grin hung above her.“No.I meant, no.You are not comingto my bed.”He groaned, flung himself to the side, and sprawled across the bed.He spoke to the ceiling.“IsChristopher going to help you with your search again, tonight?”“Yes.”“Get yourself dressed before he gets here.”The distinct sound of his teeth grinding together almost made her laugh, but she shared his frustration.“I’m going out.Release my wings and fly ‘til I drop to the ground.Maybe I’ll spar with Ward andpound him into the ground, again.”Unclothed and ready for his change, he kissed her forehead and left.She closed her eyes to savor the kiss and slipped away, back to the dreams of her baby.The pulsing began.Eyes opened to the darkness, Isabel realized she’d dozed until well past sunset.She stretched andluxuriated in her husband’s decadent bed.Earlier, when the candles lit the chamber, the creamy satin had enhanced Rukh’s dark beauty.Craving his presence and imagining him wrapped in the soft coverlet, shegrew moist and hot between her legs.www.samhainpublishing.comElla DrakeA thrum enveloped her.Itching and sore where the blood rushed through her aching center, shelonged for relief.Splayed on the bed thrashing, she restrained from touching herself, but ached to stroke the bud at the jointure of her spread legs.Rukh could ease the yearning that bordered on pain, but he wasn’t sliding his length inside her.Wherewas he?On her feet, she grabbed the sheet twisted between her legs and wrapped it around her sweat-drenchednudity.The door called to her on a primal level.No sounds, no rattling and shaking on its hinges as it haddone earlier.It beckoned.Insisted.Breathed.Unsteady, she shuffled to the door.Her feet dragged.One part of her tried to run the other way, butthe larger part of her wanted soothing pressure inside her aching sheath.From her navel to her shakingknees and everywhere in between, sizzling ripples wavered along her skin.Images of cold, stark icestopping the fire assaulted her mind while dark messages of terror and pain threatened.Frigid needles pierced her hand, and she looked down, dazed, to find her fingers wrapped around thebrass handle of the red door.A beat thundered in her undeniably swollen and slick folds, that pivotal area now the focus of herexistence.The drive to relieve the spasms grew harsher with every breath.Hard, unrelenting hands gripped her shoulders before she could turn the handle.Agitation flooded her,her quest to quench her thirst in the beckoning room now thwarted.But those hands belonged to a man.One who could alleviate the craving.www.samhainpublishing.comChapter ElevenIsabel dropped the sheet wrapped around her nudity.A sharp inhalation brought her around to faceChristopher.Not Rukh, but she needed.She so needed the relief.Cupping her heavy breasts, she massaged theswollen mounds and tweaked her tightened nipples.“No,” Christopher yelped, and pleaded with his eyes so like Rukh’s, deep amber darkened withconcern.“You’re not yourself, Isabel.Let’s cover you and get out of here.”He let go of her shoulders, but before he could reach down for the discarded sheet, Isabel launchedherself at him.His young lanky body was muscular, a physique any woman would want, but she onlyneeded that hard bulge in his trousers.She caressed the turgid flesh covered by heavy fabric.With a startled squeak, he batted away her hand while his face flamed red.“I’m sorry, Isabel.I knowyou’re under the influence of the demon, but I can’t stop my reaction.Let me get you out of here.”She didn’t understand why he talked so much, not with the pulses driving her to madness.When hescooped her into his arms, she panicked.Her guilt was short-lived.Lust overshadowed that little screaming voice inside that wanted no man to hold her but Rukh.She licked Christopher’s neck.“Stop that!” Christopher’s voice trembled.He strode from the room, apparently no longer caring thatIsabel was unclothed.Hugging him tightly, his coarse coat rubbing her sensitive skin, she waited for him to lay her across the bed and end her agony.Isabel groaned, the sound laden with her frustration over Christopher’s denial.The drumming grew more distant with each step, and Isabel recovered her senses, overcome withhumiliation.She buried her face against broad shoulders, mortified she’d been a hussy.Poor Christopher.He was her sole friend, and she’d treated him so.Would he forgive her? Could she ever face him?Once he’d ushered her inside her room and placed her in a chair, he backed away.His cheekboneshighlighted with color.“I’m sorry,” they both blurted at the same time.Staring at the ceiling, Christopher cleared his throat.“Yes, well.I must go.Now.I leave you withgood wishes.”“No, it was my fault—" she began, but was interrupted by Christopher’s raised hand.Ella DrakeMouth opened, his expression pained, Christopher remained silent.No further words came forth.Heturned, bolted from the room, and left her to placate her own guilt.Her hands twisted in her lap, and her nudity shamed her.Then the panic slammed into her.Bluebeard had nearly ensnared her.She couldn’t stop shaking long enough to dress.Tears stung her eyes.The hot wet tracks left a trail down her face [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]