Page 87 of Enchanted Hero
She clutched him as he strode through the house, traversing room after room of pure luxury, to the bedroom where he’d captured her the first time. The furnishings were the same, yet so much was different as they entered the scent of leather and wood, the luxurious and darkened surroundings. She shivered as his destination became clear.
The bed was massive and one of a kind, with ornate wood posters and deep engravings of mysterious symbols. He placed her on it, yet never relinquished his hold. “Do you know how beautiful you are?” he murmured. “You are absolutely perfect. And you aremine.”
She arched up, brushing her breasts against him, craving the heat burning through her thin blouse. Desire ignited a firestorm, as the powerful man grasped the top button of her shirt. Moments later he removed the garment.
“How did you unfasten it so fast?” she breathed.
“I couldn’t wait any longer.” He leaned down, and she was lost.
The kiss stole her senses, untethered her grip on reality. James forged fire as he brushed her hips, smoothing the taut skin of her belly. Suddenly the skirt was gone, and the lacy bra followed soon thereafter.
She arched as he captured her breasts, kneading them in his large palms. He plucked her nipples, tightening them into pebbled buds. Suddenly the heat left, eliciting a mewled protest, yet he returned the next minute after her panties, the last item shielding her, disappeared.
He lifted a large hand, covering her eyes and stealing her sight. She moaned as he shifted above her, and then his clothes were gone, too, as somehow he undressed as well. She opened her eyes and gasped.
He’d seemed massive before, but nothing could prepare her for the true man. He was magnificent, powerful and potent, raw masculinity defined. He wore a predator’s gaze as he studied her in pure possession. “You will now become mine.”
Oh, yes.
If touches with clothing had been all-encompassing, skin-to-skin contact was almost too much to bear. She sighed and moaned, squirmed and writhed, as he caressed her softness, as he branded every inch under his expert tutelage. He gave her no freedom, as he touchedeverywhere, exploring every secret she dared hide. In turn, she explored him, caressing smooth velvet over iron muscles. Finally, it was time.
He took her in one powerful motion.
They moved together in the dance of time, every moment love’s symphony. He stole her control, as she soared higher and higher and then higher still. It was unlike anything she’d ever felt, physical sensations of unbearable pleasure, and even greater emotions. When she shattered into a million pieces, he was there, holding her, soothing her, promising so much with unspoken words.
But he wasn’t done. Again and again, he coaxed her to pleasure, shattering her countless times, before submitting to his own release. Finally, they lay replete, but even then he didn’t let go. He captured her in his embrace, surrounding her on all sides.
Pure rightness embraced her as she drifted to sleep, far beyond pleasure and desire, without the slightest regret. Just before she surrendered to her dreams, the truth sparkled, emotions she could no longer deny. No matter who he was, no matterwhathe was, Alexander Stone was something very, very important to her.
Her true love.
Everleigh fluttered her eyelashes against sunlight so bright, it shimmered behind closed lids. Silky sheets caressed sensitive skin, wondrously sore from yesterday’s activities. She stretched, opening her eyes to a huge picture window of bright blue skies and a shining sun far past its rise. The world seemed brighter, the air fresher, the colors more vibrant.
Yet memories flooded her mind, and she stiffened. Yesterday was beyond anything she could have imagined, but uncertainties swirled like the secrets ever-present in Alexander’s eyes. If what she suspected was true, he could be more than a man, more than human. Yesterday, he claimed he’d never let her go.
Something in her wanted that more than anything.
Yet wariness fought with emotions, wrought with uncertainties. Should she fight him, fight herself? Did she even have a chance of winning against the formidable man?
Did she want to?
It was time to discover everything. No matter the consequences, she had to know the truth. Then she would make her own decision.
She turned, poised to face the mysterious man, only the bed was as empty as the answers she sought. Disappointment spurned her movements, as she propped herself up, smoothed down her hair. What was so important Alexander snuck away even before she woke up? She scooted to the edge, and something crinkled under her. She reached for the thick ivory linen paper.
There are no words for the perfection of last night.
I had a family emergency, but will be back soon.
Breakfast is in the kitchen. Do NOT leave.
Alexander.
Her anger dissipated as quickly as it was forged. What had happened? Was it related to the heroics? He had no right to order her to stay, but she couldn’t abandon him during an emergency. If only she could discover his secrets without confronting him.
Her options – or lack thereof – tangled as she searched for her clothing. They were gone, but a shimmering ivory chiffon dress was draped across a chair. A note was pinned to it:Everleigh, NEW.
She picked up the silky fabric and held it to her cheek. Light and ethereal, it heralded from a designer whose garmentsstartedat five figures. She quickly donned the dress, slipping her feet into matching ballerina flats that, like the clothing, were her perfect size. She padded to the door and stepped into the long hallway.
