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An Excerpt From: WIZARD’S MOON
© Copyright
MICHELE BARDSLEY, 2006.
All Rights Reserved, Ellora's Cave, Inc.
True
watched the lovely Alissa impassively, though tension held him hostage. What
if she doesn’t want me? If she knew the truth about him, she wouldn’t
wear his ring or share her dreams with him.
In
time, he would tell her…and she would choose. Yes, she would choose
as all the others had before her. When she did, he would once again be
alone. That’s the real pain of my curse…
“Yes,
True.” She nodded as if her words weren’t enough affirmation. “I want you.”
“Thank
the Goddess.” He crooked at finger at her. “C’mere.”
Immediately,
she scooted across the bed until her knees were inches away from his
thighs. Damneth, she was sweet. And she was strong. He was well aware that
Alissa did not know her own beauty, but he was sure that she knew her own
strength.
“You’ve
never had a lover?”
“No.”
She blushed and glanced up at him through her long, dark lashes. “If we…when
we make love, does that mean I’m no longer a virgin?”
“Only
in your mind. We are in a dream world with our dream selves. Your actual
body will remain pure, anonvie.” He trailed one finger over her
naked shoulder. She felt like silk. “And there will be no pain.”
“That’s
good.”
He
captured her wrist and brought her fingers to his lips. He kissed each
knuckle, enjoying her little sighs of pleasure. “You are so lovely. Do you
believe me?”
“I
believe in truth. I’m not unpleasant to look at,” she said in a practical
way that made his heart ache. “But I will never be the type of woman who
entertains a roomful of eager suitors.”
“Less
men for me to kill,” he said.
“You
are too kind.”
If she
only knew that he even now he could not tolerate the thought of another man
looking at her, much less touching her. What villainous creature convinced
Alissa she was merely plain? He knew Madame V had likely seen what Alissa
hid with simple hairstyles and unflattering clothes. No doubt his former
lover hoped that her accountant might one day fetch a good price with
customers.
She
watched him, her eager gaze on his chest. He knew that she wanted to touch
him, but was too shy. His hand snaked around her waist and drew her
into his embrace. She slid onto his lap, naked and soft and pliant.
He plucked a curl from her shoulder and used it to trace
her collarbone. He saw her slight shudder and the unwittingly sexy way she
wet her lips. Her lush mouth begged for a kiss, and though she probably
didn’t know it, her eyes telegraphed potent desire. His cock hardened as he
imagined that little pink tongue flicking across his skin.
True
played with the silky tendril of hair, wrapping it around his finger and
tugging on it. He dropped the strand in favor of caressing her neck…until
he reached the fluttering pulse at the base of her throat. Her breath
hitched, her lips parted, and no longer able to resist, he leaned close.
“Anonvie.”
He cupped the back of her neck and gave her a fraction of a second to
prepare before ensnaring her lips. He traced the tender seam with his
tongue, and like a blooming flower, she opened under his onslaught.
True
drank her sweetness, tasting the corners, nibbling her lower lip. He
swallowed her moan, and then slid his tongue inside, drawing her into an
intimate dance as he deepened his possession of her mouth. Fire raced
through his veins as she responded, uncertain but ardent, tentatively
mating her mouth to his.
“Touch
me,” True murmured.
Alissa
pulled away, her gaze swirling with desire. “Where?”
“Wherever
you want.”
Doubt
seeped into her gaze, and he wanted to wipe that look from her eyes. He
lowered his head and took Alissa’s mouth again. He plundered her velvety
lips until she melted against him, panting and squirming.
“Touch
me,” he said again.
Her
soft, small hands coasting over his chest—fiery need erupted everywhere she
caressed him. He pulled away, just a little, and captured her gaze.
Goddess, she was beautiful, right down to her soul, which shone like
imprisoned sunlight in her eyes. He grasped one of her wandering hands and
placed it on his cock, which stretched against the black breeches with
painful urgency. Gaze wide and disconcerted, Alissa’s quivering fingers
traced his erection.
True
groaned as heat speared him. His balls clenched and his cock pulsed.
“Alissa,” he said in a strained voice. “That feels very, very good.”
He saw
her delighted expression. Ah. She had realized her own feminine power—and
it was both boon and bane. Now, she would persecute him. And he welcomed
her every torment.
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