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“You are, Your Grace.” His voice almost an insult.
Pretending she never noticed, she smiled blandly and curtsied before leaving. The impossible woman!
Why, oh why did he have to be so brazenly attractive? Pure cowardice. How was she to resist him? He looked so hellishly gorgeous today, tall, powerful, potent! The light coming from the window on his back tinted his black hair with bluish streaks and made his features seem even more handsome. She never wanted to stop gazing at him. She could do it her entire life! Not only this, his pride, his strength of will, his self-assurance. All of him appealed to her inexorably, she mused as she went for a walk in the park with her friends. She had to take him out of her head, while she still could.
The next morning, the sun bathed gently the garden and Selene, sat there with a book among the bushes, where no one would see her. Specially him.
“Incredible how creative you can be to find hiding places.” His rich velvet voice started her.
She lifted her head from the book. He stood a couple of yards away, his hands casually in his pockets.
“I’m not hiding.” She lied. “I decided to enjoy the sun.” So tall she had to almost break her neck to look at him.
His eyes told her he did not entirely believe her. “Hm, I see.”
The clove of his stare shone almost translucent in the sun, it mesmerized her.
“What are you reading?” The question surprised her. Neither her father, nor her half-brother cared much to her taste for books.
“Jane Porter.” She lifted the cover to him, he neared her in the pretext of reading it.
“Oh, a taste for historical novels, I gather.”
“Among other things, you could say.” Now he came too close for comfort.
“Yes, I’ve seen you tastes are…varied.” She blushed. She had no prejudices when it came to reading. A lady obtained scarce information from real life. She had to seek it in libraries.
“Your library has many more options than my father’s, I admit.” She avoided his stare and his provocation.
“I take pride in that collection, I must say.” He paced closer. “As a boy, I used to be enchanted by some illustrated volumes there.”
She tried to imagine the boy he’d been and failed. The man he became was so remarkable and magnetic, hard to think of him otherwise. “Indeed.” She blurted, dazed by the heat of his body.
“You don’t need fiction, though.” His attention perused her in detail, making her feel awkward.
“How so?” She had to find a way of evading him or she’d do something foolish, like touching him.
“You can have reality.” His eyes met hers. “All of it.”
They weren’t talking about books anymore and the warmth spread in her at the thought of his “all of it”.
She stood up abruptly. “I very much prefer the peace I find in books, Your Grace!” She turned to leave.
And couldn’t. His arm snaked around her waist and pulled her to him. Her back met his hard warm upper body . Blood raced in her veins, together with her hart, as an arrow of fire zinged through her entire body. He lowered his head, his mouth touching the restless pulse on her neck, grazing along it. High trees surrounded them, isolating both in green and silence.
“How dare you handle me like this?” She tried to pull free before she gave in to him. But he pulled her closer; now their whole bodies touched and she registered the bulge of his desire on the small of her back.
“Tell me you don’t like it!” He defied her. Then his mouth opened and his teeth nibbled the sensitive skin on her neck.
The sensation, so acute, her head fell on his chest and she sighed her delight. His mouth placed a hungry wet kiss on the base. Her lashes weighed down, her lips parted, famished for his kisses.
“Come back to my bed.” He muttered in her ear.
One hand travelled up from her waist and cupped her eager breast, playing with her hardened nipple over the fabric of her dress. She arched for more but his hand abandoned her breast and caressed her throat, coming to touch her mouth. Her mind fogged, sensations dominating her, she took his forefinger in her mouth and suckled on it as if her life depended on that.
“My fiery witch!” He moaned and his teeth went to worry her ear, deepening her need for him.
A bird suddenly flew, beating its wings and shaking the branch where it had been. The sound brought Selene back to her senses. Taking him by surprise, she escaped his iron arm and ran to the house in distress. In her room, she leaned on the door, panting. She needed to leave this house and rent something for herself where she wouldn’t meet him. Difficult considering the ton members rubbed elbows all the time.
