Page 24 of The Burning Passion of a Fiery Lady
“It is one of my favourite rides,” she replied. “I often come here to sit on the banks of this river. Do you like it?”
He nodded slowly, gazing out over the terrain. The river wasn’t wide or deep; they could probably wade into it and not be over their heads, and easily reach the other side. It was surrounded by tall pines and large rocks. In the distance, the mountains hovered over them. He heard the soft trilling of birds perched on the branches of the trees.
He took a deep breath, breathing in the fresh scent of pine. It was as beautiful as she had claimed it would be, a magical spot, hidden in the valley.
“I like it very much,” he murmured, his gaze returning to her. “I can see why you love it. I would come here often if I lived close by, too.”
She didn’t answer, simply walking back up the bank before sitting down beneath a tall pine tree. Slowly, she smiled. It seemed to transform her face, suffusing it with deep joy and peace. She was in her element here.
He took another deep breath. As if in a dream, he followed her until he was almost upon her, gazing down at her. Susannah’s hair was streaming down her back, framing her face, flushed and glowing.
“You are the most beautiful creature that I have ever seen,” he said slowly.
She gasped, flushing deeper still, her eyes flickering with deep desire. He recognised it immediately, as if her flesh and his own were somehow communicating, in a language as old as time itself.
He didn’t say anything. He simply sat down beside her picking up her left hand, turning it over in his own, contemplating it as if it were a rare gem that he had just discovered.
Slowly, he bent his head, his lips pressing deeply into the palm. He heard her strangled gasp. The next minute, he turned, desperately pushing her back against the trunk of the tree, seeking her lips in a fevered embrace.
Her lips met his, matching his urgency. For a moment, they simply drowned in each other. He felt her lips open beneath his in submission. His tongue entered her mouth, claiming it, roughly prodding it. He couldn’t seem to get enough of her. Shivering, she arched her back, straining against him.
She was cooing, emitting soft sounds of need, at the back of her throat. The sound almost tipped him over the edge. Pure lust stabbed him with the force of a knife, almost jerking him backwards. His mind was clouding now; he was delirious with passion, completely losing awareness of time and place.
In a daze, he pulled at the bodice of her gown, seeking her breasts, exposing them. The next minute, he ducked his head, desperately seeking a nipple before latching on with a satisfied grunt, suckling her urgently.
He heard her strangled gasp, and she arched again against the tree. Delirious, he gathered her skirt up, feeling the shock of her skin against his hands. He kept suckling, seeking out her private place, finding it deep and moist beneath his fingers.
She cried out, in an almost pained way, as he found her entrance, his fingers sinking deep inside her. He gloried in her wetness and heat, just for him. Another deep stab of lust overcame him, feeling her jerking beneath his fingers, twitching and straining. She was emitting those soft moans again that were driving him crazy.
He wanted to stay here like this forever. He wanted to pleasure her like this for the rest of his life, listening to her moaning in ecstasy, beneath his hands. He wanted to worship her like the goddess that she was.
He found the soft nib of her pleasure centre, rubbing it softly, as his fingers slid in and out of her. His mouth left her breast, trailing up her neck, biting and nipping at her in a frenzy of lust, as he deepened his touch. She was mottled red with desire, her eyes closed, her head tilted back. The moans had become cries, as she shuddered beneath his touch, straining for release.
Suddenly, she arched her back again, and he felt a gush of wet heat flowing out of her. She clung to him desperately as if she were drowning, crying out his name, twisting frantically.
Abruptly, she slumped, almost sliding down the trunk of the tree. Slowly, he extracted his hand, kissing her softly on the cheek, as her climax descended.
He gazed down at her, thinking that he had never seen anything more beautiful in his life than the sight of her now, still trembling from his touch.
She was all woman, he thought; no innocent virgin. She had known a man before, but it seemed that she had never reached this pinnacle of pleasure, judging by the bewildered glaze in her eyes. It took a moment for her to come back to herself; she was panting, trying to catch her breath, glowing like a beacon of light in the aftermath.
The next minute, he felt her fumbling, seeking him out, touching him, her fingers like fire against the thin fabric of his breeches. He jerked at her touch, shuddering deeply, but gently pushed her hands away.
“No,” he whispered, his eyes shining. “Not yet. Not today. This has been entirely for you, Susannah. Your pleasure, and not mine.”
She gasped, her face twisting with emotion. A single tear fell down her cheek. Tenderly, he kissed it away, tasting its warm saltiness.
“That was … beautiful,” she whispered, gazing up at him, her eyes glistening with tears. “I thought that I would surely die with the beauty of it.”
He held her in her arms, kissing the top of her head. “Itwasbeautiful. Seeing you like that, at the height of your pleasure, has given me so much joy, I can barely contain it.” He tilted her face up so that she was gazing into his eyes. “You are all woman.”
She kept staring at him, wondrously. “It does not bother you that I am a widow? That I have known a man before?”
Slowly, he shook his head, grinning. “On the contrary. It excites me that you have no fear and are not a shy innocent maiden. I have always thought that men who seek out virgins as a trophy are denying themselves a great gift.” He paused, the grin fading. “But seriously, it wouldn’t matter to me either way, Susannah. It is aboutyou. You would excite me no matter what your life circumstances have been. Maiden or widow, it is about who you truly are, deep down.”
She smiled slightly. “You truly do not want … release?”
He shuddered at her words. “I want to join with you more than anything in this world. It is like a fever flowing through my veins.” He traced her jawline with his finger. “But I am sincere when I say that I want it to be about you and your pleasure, right now. I can wait.”
