Joust of Hearts by Genella deGrey Page B

never faltering. She sensed a frenzy begin deep within her belly, like heavy rain clouds threatening to drench the land.
    He withdrew his fingers and it felt as if he’d ripped her from slumber. “Don’t stop,” she pleaded. “Touch me there again, in that same way.”
    He did as she had bidden. “You like it when I stroke you between your legs, don’t you?”
    Her shameless panting answered for her, the pressure building beneath his play.
    “It makes you wet, readies you for my cock.”
    At his words she cried out, her fingers digging into his shoulders. Like a storm her climax was—fierce, unrelenting—and she wished it would never stop. Her hips strained forward, succumbing to this new magic he’d drawn from her.
    Still on his knees, Devin lowered them both to the bed so that he lay atop her. His skin was almost hot to the touch, his length covered her, enveloped her. She complied readily when he coaxed her knees apart.
    His cock slid over the soaked flesh between her legs, teasing her again the way he had with his fingers, circling, almost entering but pulling back. She thrust her hips forward, begging him to slip inside.
    “Are you ready for me, wench?”
    “Aye,” she sighed, very near another climax. “Make haste lest I expire from wanting you.”
    At last his cock penetrated her, filling her completely. She felt stretched, ready to burst and teeming with the most luxurious sensation. In and out he stroked, her hips following his cadence. Her body buzzed like the wings of a hummingbird, her muscles strained under the weight of his body, reaching for more. With her arms wrapped around his neck and his tantalizing invasion insistent, stroking, caressing, she knew their spirits had melded together somehow. He took her higher than she had ever been with Liam, and her lusty cries seemed only to encourage him.
    Devin’s actions became insistent. Melisande tried to meet him halfway, but he was in complete control, so she wrapped her legs around him, glorying in the strength of him. Melisande’s world shattered as Devin drove into the depths of her soul. Just when she thought she could take no more of his body’s demands, Devin continued to deliver to her his sweet violence, causing her to climax again. Once the waves subsided, he finally poured forth a sigh that was more a growl. His body shuddered.
    Finally spent, he rested his weight on top of her. She felt utterly surrounded by this beautiful man and never wanted to leave the blissful plane.
    Devin finally pushed himself up only to look down at Melisande. His expression was that of wonderment. She wanted to ask what he was thinking but leaned up and kissed his sweat-dampened chest instead. He disengaged and positioned himself next to her. Falling back onto the pillow, he gazed at her. Melisande returned his look and saw yet another fire starting in his eyes. Liam may have been a great warrior, but a more splendid lover will never be found than this man.

Chapter Nine
     
     
     
    Melisande shyly smiled up at him and his heart sank in his chest. He took her grin as an invitation for him to ravish her once more.
    Devin made love to her, slowly this time, worshiping her body, revealing in her the multiple layers of passion he knew she’d suppressed for so long owing to her widowhood. Neither of them required time to recover in between climaxes and he wondered at the fact that it had never before been like this for him. It was Melisande who drove him and he wanted to give her all. And he did, until a cock crowed in the distance, warning the earth of the impending sunrise.
    Finally, he recognized the deep breathing of sleep. He set his gaze upon Melisande, and saw that she was smiling as she slept. The realization hit him that it was he who had created within her this contented disposition. Devin tucked the bed sheet tightly around them and nuzzled her neck, inhaling her womanly scent. He knew life could not be better than this. However, it was not to last