“I don’t care.” Without pausing, he headed sfor the stairs.
“Where are you taking me?”
“Wherever and as many times as it suits me to.”
Heat crept over her face at his words, but her body tingled with anticipation. At last, she would have him. She knew she should be afraid or shamed and yet all she felt was a strange sense of rightness. As if they were meant to have this moment, right or wrong.
Draven carried her up the stairs, into his room and slammed the door shut behind them. He set her down before him, then dropped the bolt into place.
“I give you this one chance to leave while I’m able,” he said as he pulled his surcoat over his head. “If you stay, you are mine.”
“I am yours. Always.s”
And this time when he took her into his arms, his hold was rough, and possessive. His lips tasted of passion and delivered sweet promises to her as his hands reached behind her to unlace her kirtle.
Boldly, she unlaced his tunic and pulled it over his head, exposing his chest to her hands. He sucked his breath between his teeth as she touched his hard, hot body.
Gingerly, she traced a line over the healing burn on his shoulder. “Are you certain you can do this?”
He cupped her cheek in his hand and looked at her fiercely. “At this moment, lady, I could fly.”
Emily smiled.
Draven curled his hand against her cheek, then buried his lips against her throat. A thousand ribbons of pleasure tore through her as he nibbled a trail around her neck, his warm breath tickling as his tongue gently licked her skin.
She encircled him with her arms and ran her hand down his naked spine.
Draven shuddered in pleasure. Never in his life had he felt this way. Never had he been with a woman where he felt no hurry, no fear. All he could taste was this moment and all he could feel was her love. Her warm acceptance.
He trembled from the force of it and from the need he had to possess this woman who was the closest thing to heaven he would ever know.
He pulled back and stared into her passion-dulled eyes. “You are beautiful,” he whispered.
She answered his words with a kiss.
Her boldness amazed and thrilled him. He pulled back slightly as she placed her lips to his jaw, and stroked his skin gently with her tongue. Draven closed his eyes as a thousand chills went through him.
Emily gasped as he pulled her gown from her. Never before had anyone seen her unclothed. The sensation was titillating, exciting and it left her breathless. Self-consciously, she tried to cover herself with her arms.
“Look at me,” he commanded.
She did as he ordered.
He took her arms in his hands and spread them wide while holding her gaze with his eyes. “I don’t want you to hide from me. Ever.” He reached out and cupped her breast with his hand. “I’ve waited far too long to see you for you to cover yourself now.”
She licked her dry lips. “It seems to my memory you were the one who did the running, milord.”
“Draven,” he corrected her as he nuzzled her neck. “I never want to hear you call me anything but that and I am through running from you, Emily.”
He nipped playfully at her earlobe, sending chills the length of her body.
Her head swam as he backed her up against the wall and shed his clothes. He seized her in his arms, and she moaned as her naked flesh collided with his. The hard planes of his chest pressed against her breasts which hardened as they brushed against his soft curls.
Draven moaned against her lips as his hands pressed her hips closer to his. He could feel the soft curls at the juncture of her thighs against his swollen shaft as she ran her hands down his back.
His eyes darkened as he reached out and cupped her breasts in his hands. He dipped his head and took her right breast into his mouth.
Emily hissed in pleasure as tendrils of pleasure shot through her. He trailed kisses to her other breast.
