Dominique & Blake 4

His gaze returned to her. She stood proudly, though her eyes were full with apprehension, and he could not help but recall the way she’d protected her brother, defended him, even when the bastard did not deserve it-he’d not missed William’s bow being lowered in the forest. Yet he’d not been wholly certain, and so he’d let it pass. Still, while he could bring himself to believe that it had been an accident-and it may well have been, though he sorely doubted it-he knew as he gazed at the woman standing before him that she was innocent of her brother’s treachery.

A vision of her hastening after him in the bailey when first she’d arrived at Drakewich, defending her brother’s honor against his insinuations and outright accusations, came back to him.

Why was it the unloved fought so hard to gain what could not be held?

The question tormented him, for he could have been speaking of himself. He cleared his throat, glancing out the window. From this side of the keep, the moon was rarely visible. Once more, the night was black, the stars too far and too few to lend their meager light. He was glad she held a taper.


Tonight he wanted to see her.
She stood unmoving; her exquisite sapphire eyes fixed upon him…as though she feared what he would do next…what he would say. Her breasts rose and fell softly. Recalling the way he’d awakened this morn, cradling her soft flesh beneath his palm, he was undone.

“Where were you going, Dominique?” he asked her hoarsely. “At this late hour.” His hear hammered against his ribs.

Her brows drew together and she shuddered, though the chamber was not cold. “I…” she glanced away, closing her eyes, swallowing.

And he knew.

Yet how could he blame her for something he could not even control in himself? He thought to put her at ease, to tell her so. “Last night happened by no fault of your own,” he told her honestly. “The fault was mine.”

She peered up at him, shaking her head, her eyes welling with tears. “Nay…” she averted her gaze to the bed. “If…if only it were so,” she replied miserably.

“Last night was inevitable, Dominique.” As tonight would be. He swallowed thickly, for betrayal was no easier the second time around. But he could not help himself. “I…” He, too, glanced away, his heart hammering. “I could not stay away,” he said with no small amount of self-contempt. For an instant the silence engulfed them, surrounded them, a silence in which the beating of their hearts ticked the seconds by, drew them out to agonizing lengths.

Her features screwed with anguish as she faced him again, her eyes gleaming with unshed tears. “I-I did not want you to stay away,” she confessed softly, with trembling lips. Blake needed to hear no more.

Dominique cried out softly at the intensity in his eyes. He moved toward her with purpose, and God’s truth, she thought she would swoon. Without a word, he removed the candlestick from her hands, placing it down upon the coffer beside them. Its light shone between them, casting their distorted images upon the white-washed ceiling.

She gasped in surprise as he knelt at her feet, touching her hem. He glanced up at her as he lifted her chainse, silently pleading for her consent. She gave him a jerky nod, and her heart pummeled against her ribs as he bent and touched his lips to the bare skin of her calf. Goosebumps arose and spread, like wildfire, to her arms, her breasts, which ached for his touch.

With a soft cry, her head lolled backward as his lips began a slow ascent upon her legs, first one and then the other. Above her, the orange light of the taper played every motion against the ceiling. Erotic *italic. Every muscle in her body taunted as he moved up the length of her body, inch by inch, lifting the chainse mere fractions each time.

Merciful heaven, she thought she would die with the exquisite pleasure!
His tongue and his lips, they worshiped her, lapping and kissing, nipping at the sensitive flesh of her inner thighs until Dominique swore she could bare it no longer. Yet she could not speak to stop him when he lifted the chainse yet higher, to the apex above her thighs. Her legs trembled traitorously. Clutching the cloth of her gown within his fist, he held it at her belly as his mouth rose, finding and exploring her most secret pars. She swallowed convulsively.

And all the while she watched the ceiling seeing their shadows in motion, her heart tripping wildly.

Dominique felt her legs buckle beneath her, but he was there to catch her. Crying out, she fell to her knees, facing him.

“Shall I continue?” he asked her, his whisper harsh and rasping.

Dominique could not speak. Though she was not certain she could bear it, she nodded, and he proceeded to lift her chainse up and over her head, discarding it.
“I want to see you,” he whispered. “All of you…here by the candlelight.”

Dominique could not have spoken to refuse him, even if she’d wished to. But she didn’t. Once she was bared to his eyes, he merely stared, without touching her, his hands at his sides. And then he lifted on hand to her breast, touching it, cradling it reverently. And then the other. Dominique swallowed, moaning, unable to speak, unable to think when he touched her so tenderly. Her breathing quickened.

One hand left her breast, traveling down her side, her waist, he hip, as though measuring her, and then he retraced his path upwards, exploring her sensuously, and in that moment Dominique wanted to see him as well, give back to him what he gave her.

Her heart pounding, she reached to touch his hem of his tunic as he’d done with her chainse. Their eyes me, and he nodded, giving her leave. Her heart tumbled at her brazenness, but she would not stop. Following his lead, letting it fall from her hands on the floor to lie with her own discarded gown.

Before she could think to stop herself, before she could lose her nerve, she leaned over and touched her lips to his smooth chest. He groaned, his hands going to her waist to hold her, telling her without words that he approved. As never before in her life, Dominique was filled with euphoria.

She wanted to please him, she wanted to love him, wanted him to love her. She wanted to give him anything he desired, everything she owned…her mind, her body, her heart.

Remembering all that he’d done to her the night before, she sought, and found his nipples, lapping them, kissing him, each in turn. Her teeth closed about one peak, and his head fell back, the cords in his neck revealing the tautness of his body. Once again, Dominique felt triumph, even as his response to her touch brought her own body pleasure. Somewhere deep down within her, she reveled in the feel of his body, and it roused her as she’d never thought possible.

Eagerly she explored his chest with her hands and her mouth, rejoicing in the way that his muscles leapt at her every touch.
“Dominique,” he rasped. “I cannot bear it.” He reached out, seizing her hand, taking her fingers where he willed them most-the ties of his breeches.

Her heart leaping with the silent request, Dominique obeyed, unlacing them at once. They fell discarded to his knees, revealing him to her eager eyes. Again her heart tumbled, but for the longest time, she could only stare. He was magnificent.

Once again, he reached out, taking one of her hands from her side. Bringing it between them, his eyes never left hers; he unfolded her fingers, one by one, until she was left with an open fist. Bringing her fingers to his lips, he kissed them one by one, suckling them, wetting them, and then without a word, he lowered her hand to his shaft, guiding her fingers to close about it. She inhaled sharply, the beat of her heart quickening, but she did not resist. She held him, her own body convulsing privately with the feel of him against her palm.

Nor was he unaffected, for he closed his eyes, and his body jerking slightly, his hand falling away.

“I’ve yearned for this-” he swallowed visible “-since the day you bathed me,” he told her honestly, and then he gazed at her once more, his eyes glittering as though with fever. Dominique could not find her voice to speak. Nor could she move. She continues to kneel before him, without the first clue as to what he wished for, her breast heaving. He seemed to understand her dilemma, for he chuckled softly, richly, and the sound was as arousing as her as the feel of his body within her hand

Smiling, the first true smile she’d ever spied upon his beautiful lips, he moved within her fist, once, twice, and then again, and Dominique was undone. He body suffused with heat. “Please,” she cried out, panting softly.

He withdrew, and reached out, sweeping her up into his arms. He lifted her, carrying her swiftly to bed. Though unlike the night before, he laid her down gently, and then stood, staring down at her, slowly, fitting his body against her own. Dominique welcomed his weight, gripping the bed sheets, lifting her knees instinctively. Again he chuckled, and the sound was ambrosia to her senses. He found her, impaled her slowly, embedding himself, and then he stilled.

“Show me what you want,” he commanded her softly, lifting himself and bracing his weight upon his arms to give her room. At first Dominique could not quite comprehend what he asked of her, and then she did. She began to move beneath him, moaning with the extraordinary sensations that burst through her.

She wanted this to last an eternity, wanted to never end… at first the pace was slow, and then, though she tried to restrain herself, she quickened it, gasping aloud when he joined her movements. Instinctively Dominique wrapped her legs about his thighs, bringing him closer against her, wanting him deeper still.

She surged upwards, impaling herself further, and then the pace was lost to them as their bodies took over the mating ritual.

“I cannot bear it,” Blake growled, and then he drew back and began to thrust and withdraw without restraint.

Crying out, whimpering, Dominique met his every thrust, drawing him deeper each time. Until it seemed be touched her very core. In that instant her body shattered into a thousand brilliant pieces.

And still he did not stop. He pumped fiercely, seeking his own release, and Dominique’s heart leaped higher and higher with each stroke. Until she though she would die. He brought her yet another release, and then with a last rousing thrust, he cast his head backward, crying out savagely.

He collapsed atop her burying his face against her neck, and Dominique held him, stroking his back, running her fingers through his hair.

With all her might, she fought the yearning to tell him that she loved him.

Dominique & Blake 3

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Morning rays streamed in through the open shutters, spilling golden light into Dominique’s face. Yet the light was not what first awoke her. From the bailey came the shouts and sounds of men and horses, the chinking and clanging of armor, the neighing of restless mounts.

The next thing she became aware of was the hand cradling her bare breast…the soreness between her legs. Her heart lurched as sultry images from the night came back to plague her. She winced, biting into her lower lip, and shielding her eyes with a hand, stole a glance at the other occupant of the bed. Seeing him lying there beside her, she knew it had not been a dream, and she was at once filled with conflicting emotions-too many to recount.

His eyes were as yet close, and he lay upon his belly with one arm thrown over her chest, pinning her to the bed. The palm of his hand cupped one breast. Sweet Jesus, even now, without as much trying, his touch stirred her body to life. She tried not to note the contrasts of their skin, his dark hand against her pale flesh, tried not to focus upon the feel of his battle hardened fingers upon her smooth body.

She looked, instead, at his face. In sleep, his expression lost much of its harshness. Even the scar upon his cheek was less visible somehow. Wondering again how he’d received it, she stifled the urge to reach out and touch it.

Afraid that the moment would come to an end.

Would he awake despising her once more? Or would his eyes gaze at her tenderly? She was afraid to discover the truth. Afraid because she knew that no matter how he felt about her now-even did he loathe her-she could no longer deny her own hear. She’d given herself freely to him last night, and the worse part of it was that now, in the morning light, she could not even find proper regret.

She was no different from her mother, loving a man she could not have.

Yet at least now she understood.

With a sleepy groan, he flexed his hand suddenly, squeezing her breast, a lazy though reverent gesture. Dominique bit down into her lip, suppressing the telltale moan his touch aroused. And then his eyes flew wide as he heard the heavy, grating sound of the portcullis as it rose. Within the space of seconds, he bounded from the bed to the window. Try as she might, Dominique could not avert her eyes from his nude form as he stood looking though the open shutters. He was a stunning masculine specimen, his buttocks and legs as well muscled as his chest-more so.

“Damn me to hell!” he muttered furiously.
He spun to face her, completely uninhibited in his naked state, his green eyes impaling her. By his expression, Dominique knew it was grave.

She sat at once, searching for her own. Finding it in shreds, she flushed, and lifted the linen sheet to her bosom instead. “What is it?” she asked fearfully. He didn’t respond. Save to come to the bed. He snapped the sheet about jerking it from her in his fury searching for his clothing.

Dominique could feel the blood drain from her face. “What?” she persisted, scrambling to cover herself once more. “You must tell me! What is it? My brother? Has he returned?”

Finding what he searched for-his breeches-he jerked them up from the bed and tugged them on, glaring down at her as he laced his ties. His green eyes smoldered with contempt-for her? Himself? Either way, it pained her to spy it, for she knew at once he regretted what had passed between them last night.

Still she could not.
Her cheeks grew warmer; for she watched him shamelessly despite that he glowered down at her. Despite that her brother might be very well be riding though those gates, and might soon discover her perfidy.

His eyes narrowed with displeasure. “They are leaving,” he apprised her.
For an instant Dominique could not think clearly. “Who?” she shook her head, uncomprehending. “Who is leaving?”
“Graham,” he snapped. With his laces bound at last. He turned to go. “Your betrothed, lest you forget,” he reminded her cruelly. Dominique’s heart twisted with the unfair accusation. God’s truth, but she’d not participated alone! She wanted to shout at him, rail at him, but was too stunned even to speak. He didn’t bother to glance back at her, and slammed the door as he left the chamber.

Chocking back a sob, Dominique found her regret at once. Springing from the bed, she flew at the door, striking it once with her fist, and crying out in anger. Yet her rage was directed more at herself than at Blake, for sweet merciful Christ, how could she me have been so witless last night?

Turning her back to the door, she leaned against it, her limbs quavering. Never had she despised her self more than she did in that instant-never had she felt more the fool. She loved a man who could not love her back…and in loving him, had betrayed the man she was to wed-not to mention her brother, who would surely be enraged.
Aye, she was a fool.


How in God’s name, had she embroiled herself so? Had Graham come upon them this morn? Dominique could not help but wonder. And fret. If he had spied them in just such an intimate lover’s embrace as she’d awakened in this morn, she could not blame him for despising her. Aye and she could well understand why he would go.

Sweet Jesus, what would William say? Mayhap, that was where Graham had gone-to William. That possibility both dismayed her and filled her with hope. For even still she prayed the alliance could be salvaged. It had to be salvaged, for otherwise…well, she could not bear to think of otherwise.

Blake took great pains to avoid her the rest of the day, for Dominique knew very well that he’d not accompanied Graham to London. She discovered that he’d been commanded to remain in Drakewich -an edict that enraged him beyond reason, she knew, because his angry bellows had reached her all the way into her chamber.

Returning the courtesy, she evaded him-Alice, too, for she was in no mood for companionship-busying herself with any diversion she could find. If ever she became the Lady of Drakewich, she would assume the duties of chatelaine. Until then, she has no right to the keys, nor was Drakewich in dire need of her direction. It seemed the seneschal performed his duties all too well. She was not needed here, nor was she wanted, it seemed.

With little better to do, she went to the mews to gain another glimpse of the birds Graham kept, and was astounded once again at the wealth hoarded therein. But standing there, staring at the gyrfalcon, she was accosted anew with every memory and emotion she was trying so hard to forget.

After the news, she visited her palfrey within the stables, making certain the animal was getting the proper care, and then, with nothing more to explore, she closeted herself within her chamber-waiting, though she knew not for what.

Mayhap she hoped he would come to her-and perchance she simply feared to garner his wrath did she meet with him unexpectedly. As of yet, she wasn’t certain what to say to him when she next saw him.

Surely he could not blame her for what had happened between them last eve? Certainly she blamed herself, but he had no right to place the blame solely at her feet-nor would she receive it wholly.

With every hour she spent alone, Dominique’s fury grew. So, too, did her anguish and her confusion. She missed the evening me purposely…yet she wanted nothing more than to see him. She tried to sleep, but could scarcely close her eyes. Whenever she did, the previous night’s memories came back to torment her.

At last she could bear it no longer, and she arose from the bed, tossing off the coverlet, fully intending to seek him out once and for all. She found and lit a taper against the vacuous darkness of the tower chamber. As she lifted it up, she startled suddenly, nearly dropping the taper when she heart the antechamber door open, and then close.

For an instant Dominique froze, uncertain what to do. Holding the candlestick before her trembling hands, she turned to face the door, her heart racing.

It had proven impossible for him to keep his distance.
Even knowing it was wrong.
Even knowing the price they would pay-might have already paid-for he was uncertain that Graham had spied them together.
Like a drunkard after taking his first swill, he was forced to seek another, and another…and another.

Blake had fully intended to spend the night within Graham’s chamber, as far as he could from her-but his feet had continued up the tower steps, defying him even as he commanded himself to go back.

God damn him to hell, but he could not.
And tonight he had not even the wine to use as an excuse

He went with a clear mind, and free will, and a leaden feeling in the pit of his stomach that was the essence of betrayal.

Upon opening the door to his chamber, he found her standing barefoot before him, dressed only in her Chainse. Her auburn locks were loose, her curls wildly disheveled as though from slumber. He tried to speak, but the sight of her staggered him, rendered him speechless. He’d expected to find her abed-had hoped to, or so he’d told himself- so that he could see her, satisfy his curiosity, and then turn and go.
But she was not abed.
And he knew damned well he would not have left her, even had she been deep in slumber.

She said nothing, though her lips parted to speak.
If she asked him to leave, he wasn’t certain he could comply.

The light of the candle illuminated her beautiful face…her brilliant sapphire eyes, and her bosom, clad in the most diaphanous white cloth he had ever beheld. Fine from use, and un pleated, it fell short of her ankles, telling him that the garment was far from new.

It occurred to him suddenly that, while she had fine, new gowns-one less after he’d all but destroyed the one fashioned of his own stolen cloth-the majority of her garments where thread-worn and long outmoded. It led him to wonder that her brother did not value her overmuch. The fact that he’d simply left her, without remaining to witness a ceremony, had seemed strange at the time…yet now it began to make sense. William could not value her, or he would have remained-regardless of the hostilities that lay between them.

If she had been his own blood, he would have remained by her side until the last instant, guarding her honor.

He found himself regretting that he’d destroyed the crimson gown. It was no wonder she’d worn it so often-and no wonder she’d taken such pride in the accursed thing. It was likely the only thing her brother had gifted her with in years. His gaze had drawn to her coffers-merely two, confirming his suspicions. That she should have so little baggage for all her worldly possessions was inconceivable. His gut twisted with the realization and he found himself wishing he could bestow other gowns upon her. Found himself wishing that it were his right to do so.

He found himself wishing she were to become his bride…that he might shower her with all that her heart desired.

Dominique & Blake 2

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Dominique was only vaguely aware that he lifted her Chainse, but she welcomed it...wanted to feel his mouth on her bare flesh...his hands...though with a desperation that dismayed her, she fought the separation of their bodies, clinging to him as though she would die with their parting.
And God’s truth…she though she might. Unable to remover he gown with her mindless struggles, Blake gripped the neckline instead, rending it savagely, jerking it from between them once and for all.

The shock of bodily contact was physical.

He groaned in torment at the feel of her bare breasts arching against him, her pebbled nipples rising to brush against his chest…her warmth, her softness.

Like a man possessed, he rocked against, losing himself a little more with every mindless undulation. He could not see her, but he could feel her, and she felt exquisite.

“Beautiful,” he whispered. The feel of her was ecstasy. “My God, you are beautiful.” And if he didn’t bare himself at once, he thought he would go mad. He fumbled between them for the ties that bound his breeches, and shrugged out of them, gasping aloud as he freed himself, at last. Reaching down, he hooked his arms beneath her knees, raising her legs.

She was a vixen…her brother’s whore…and she incited him to madness-best the truth be discovered sooner, he told himself. For his brother’s sake. The woman beneath him could not possibly be pure. The fire within her burned too hotly for him to believe it had never been kindled before.

In all likelihood his brother had already discovered that fact, and that was why he ordered her out of his chamber.
With that last piercing thought, he positioned himself against her, holding her legs up for his pleasure. He didn’t care. He wanted her to take him deeply, sheathe him wholly. She moaned beneath him in wanton abandon, writhing in expectation of his entrance into her body.

Well, she need wait no longer, he though viciously.
Nor could he
Damn that whore!
He slid the tip of his shaft easily within her, and then surged down against her, groaning with the exquisite tightness of her body ensheathing him.

Dominique cried out with the pain of his intrusion, going still beneath him. Her body began a cold sweat, but clenched her teeth and bore it, knowing the pleasure would come again. Alice had told her so.

She knew it instinctively as well.

Above her, Blake, too, went wholly still. “Damn you,” he muttered. At once he began to withdraw, but the pain had faded, and Dominique could not bare him to leave her now.

Now they were just beginning…
Now she was just beginning…
She wrapped her legs about his waist, holding him in that ageless lover’s embrace.

“Damn me,” he whispered. “Damn me…damn me…God forgive me, I cannot stop.” He lowered himself against her once more, rocking her gently, letting her adjust to his size, his arms trembling with restraint.

Dominique’s fingers skimmed the taut muscles of his arms. Instinctively she wrapped her arms around his shoulders, feeling him, stroking his back, reveling in the width of his muscled shoulders, the heath of his body. Without thinking, she drew his head down to hers, craving his kisses fiercely.

He responded at once, as though he understood what she needed. His tongue flicked out, brushing her lips, and Dominique opened to him wholly. When he teased her mouth, she suckled his tongue, tentatively offering her own in return. His response was a low, guttural moan.

With that small victory, she whimpered softly, wanting to move against her again…as he had before. Mindlessly she rocked against him.

He reached down at once, stilling the movement of her hips. “Do not,” he rasped, and made once more to withdraw.

Dominique followed him with her hips, forcing him within her. Crying out when he withdrew again, farther this time, she grasped the sheets, and followed him stubbornly.

“Dominique,” he cautioned, withdrawing once more, so that the tip of his shaft was all that remained. “You cannot know…”
“I do,” she murmured breathlessly. “I do…” Feeling never more brazen, for this could not be real; she locked her legs about his waist and surged upward, crying out as he filled her at last. “I do,” she whispered euphorically.

Tendrils of heat slithered through her forbidden regions, making her cry in triumph. Never had she imagined such sensations possible.

Never had she dreamed.
“I cannot stop,” he warned her now. “I cannot!” with a harsh cry of his own, he withdrew and surged forward again.


Dominique screamed. “Nay!” she cried. She did not want him to leave her. She never wanted him to.
She wanted this never to end.
She wanted him to fill her this way always.
Just now, there was no world, only the two of them.
There was no betrothal, no brother, and no daylight.
Only the two of them, and the darkness. Tomorrow was soon enough to consider those things.
Tonight she could only think of this. This incredible sensation that tore through her, pulling her into a whirlwind of unconscious feeling. Clutching the bed sheets desperately as he moved against her, Dominique sobbed softly, welcoming him.
Christ…he was mad…she was his brother’s wife.

He could not spill himself within her. He could not, he commanded himself. It would be the final betrayal-though God curse him, or save him, he could not stop.
He could not


Once more he tried in vain to withdraw, and was undone by the silky softness of her. He lost all control then, thrusting savagely, filling her, and withdrawing. When her body tightened and convulsed about him, he arched his head backward crying out, a guttural, tormented sound. Beneath him, Dominique sobbed with her own release, her body convulsing, coaxing his seed from him, and demanding his surrender.


With a last powerful thrust, Blake spilled himself deep within her.
And it was not enough.
He clutched her buttocks, pressing her tightly against himself, undulating once more, and once more, driving his seed into the very depths of her body.
And even then he could not stop.
Tonight, against all mortality, he’s made her his own…and he could not blame the wine.
He was weak and without honor.
And the fault was wholly his own. Tomorrow the price of his sin would be weighed in the full light of day.
But tonight, for the first time since his youth, his eyes glazed with tears. With a low, harsh cry he collapsed atop her, holding her tightly… burying himself within the silence and the darkness.

God help him, his father had been right

Dominique & Blake

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Dominique could scarcely believe her ears. Her face flamed with mortification. For an instant she thought he might be speaking to a guard, despite that she’d not spied one on her way into his chamber-certainly not there in the solar. She would have noticed…
Her heart lurched when Blake appeared in the doorway, leaning idly upon the doorframe as he peered within. Yet though his appearance was calm, the look in his eyes was anything but.
They accused her once more, though he said nothing,
He wore only his loose breeches, no tunic, and his hair was disheveled as though from sleep. In the dim light of the room, his flesh was even swarthier; glistening with a light sheen of sweat, for the night was warm.
Had he been there in the solar all along?
How had she missed him?
Had he heard?
It didn’t matter, she wasn’t going anywhere with him. He stood there, as though waiting- well, he could stand an eternity. She wasn’t going. He moved suddenly, as though to come for her. “Nay!” she shrieked hysterically. “I can find my own way!” she bounded from the bed at once, and giving Graham a wounded glance., hurried to the door, hesitating there, for she was forced to go between them. Her heart began again to pound as she glanced from one brother to another, gathering he courage. She bolted past them all at once.
“I’ve no need of escort!” she informed them both haughtily, and prayed he would not follow.
To her dismay, she didn’t get far.
Blake, the cur, was behind her within the instant – curse him! –lifting her up and heaving her over his shoulder. In the space of seconds, Dominique found herself dangling like a sack of meal down his bare back. Shrieking angrily, she pummeled his back with her fists, trying not to note the heat of his bare flesh.
“I despise you!” she hissed at him. “Release me at once, you loathsome cur!” Feeling dizzy, and a little as though she would swoon again, she braced her palms against his back and felt his muscles flinch at her touch.
Adding to the insult, he said not a word as he hauled her up the tower steps to his chamber. No apology – Naught! And Dominique found herself seething by the time they reached the antechamber. To her way of though, he enjoyed this far too much–the arrogant brute! Well, he wasn’t simply going to walk away this time because she wasn’t going to let him! Not without gouging his eyes out!
Kicking open the antechamber door, and then the door to the chamber, he carried her within and tossed her down upon his bed, again as though she were no more than a baggage. But Dominique vowed it wasn’t going to be easy as that. She locked her arms around his neck, refusing to let go, fully intending to scratch his eyes out when she got them within reach.
Screaming, she pulled him down with her.
With a grunt of surprise, he toppled upon her.
Dominique lost her grip–as well as her breathe–with the impact. But that didn’t stop her. She groped wildly for a lock of his hair, grasping it as though her soul depended upon it–God curse his own rotten soul! It would serve him right did she yank every hair out of his head!
At once his hand shot u, seizing her wrist gripping t tightly. “Let go,” he snarled.
“Never!” she replied vehemently. “Arrogant bastard! I’d happily pluck ever strand from your churlish head. How dare you treat me so!”
His thumb pressed harder against the tender spot in her wrist, until Dominique cried out in pain. She still refused to ease her hold.
He sounded as though he could not catch his breath, but Dominique could not tell, for that chamber, despite the shutters were open wide to the night, was pitch-dark. He emitted some sound, something similar to a snarl.
“What the hell were you doing in my brother’s chamber?” he demanded suddenly, arrogantly.
“As though it were any of your bloody concern!” she hissed at him. “Overbearing bastard!”
He clucked his tongue at her in the darkness. “Such language… did you speak this way with Graham, too?” he asked her. “Is that why he tossed you out of his bed?”
“I most certainly did not! And he did not–” “He did,” Blake countered with deceptive calm. The seductively gentle tone of his voice sent a quiver of alarm down Dominique’s spine, for the hold he retained upon her wrist was anything but tender. “You forget I was there, demoiselle,” he taunted her. “Mayhap your brother failed to inform you, Lady Dominique… but my brother likes his women purer than that.”
“Why, you!” catching the gleam in his eyes, Dominique made to strike him, but he held her wrists too firmly.
She twisted and bucked beneath him, and he grunted, as though in pain. “I would not move so quiet so, were I you,” he warned her softly,, and the rocked his pelvis suggestively against her, letting her feel him. “I myself take my pleasures where they are offered.”
Dominique gasped in shock and in outrage.
Though she could not see him in the blackness of the chamber, she could feel his eyes upon her, burning into her very soul… feels his panting breath, warm and sweet with wine… feel his manhood nestled scandalously against her thigh.
Sweet Jesus, she felt that even through her chainse and the cloth of his breeches. It could not be missed!
She swallowed convulsively, stilling her movements at once.
For the longest instant, the sound mirthless, mocking. He bent to whisper against her ear. “I see that I have your attention at last,” he said.
Dominique’s grip tightened upon his hair. God’s truth, mayhap she could no move the rest of her body, but she could make him regret every blessed word he spoke to her!
Pain shot across Blake’s scalp, but he welcomed it. For it kept him from forgetting himself entirely. The feel of her beneath him was too potent a distraction by far. Like some lost soul, he prayed she would not move, and prayed, at the same time, that she would–prayed that she would release him, and was heartily relieved when she did not.
Unable to help himself, he moved against her, and felt himself pulsate. Christ…he thought he would lose control…”Dominique,” he rasped, pleading, and then it was too late. He couldn’t stop himself had he tried. Far too long had he lain upon his pallet…wanting this…
Last night in his tent, he’s awakened, moving against his pallet, thinking it was her… needing it to be so
And now it was, and he was undone.
One arm slid beneath her back and he lowered his mouth, unerringly, to her lips.
Startled by the unexpected warmth of his mouth, Dominique gasped in surprise, opening to him. At once he thrust his tongue within. With a soft cry, she released his hair, dropping her arms to his neck, and helpless gesture sent a new burst of heat singing through his veins, filled him with a triumph that was not his right to feel.
From the first instant, Dominique was lost.
She could not think, only feel… and the feeling was too exquisite for mere words. It was as though she has lived an eternity for only this moment. All thought of denial fled from her head and from her heart…and from her lips…
All she could think of was the warmth of his tongue, the sweetness of his breath… and the softness of his lips as he lapped and tasted of her mouth.
Seduced her.
He tasted oh sweet wine, she thought vaguely. Delicious. Of their own will., her hands wound themselves within the length of his hair…only this time, her fingers reveled n the softness.
That feeling…that same incredible feeling that had sparked to life before–that same feeling that made her yearn so desperately writhed mindlessly to close her thighs against him, around him–began to unfurl once more…simmer…burn…
Moaning softly, Dominique writhed mindlessly beneath him…needing more. He responded with a low, husky moan, and slid down the length of her body. For an instant, Dominique thought he meant to leave her. And to her shock and dismay, she felt only relief when he remained, nibbling and kissing at the heated flesh neck. She arched to give him better access, mindless with the pleasure he gave her, sobbing softly at her wantonness.
But she didn’t care…she’d not let herself care.
She was her mother’s daughter.
“Forgive me,” he whispered.
Dominique wondered distractedly, if he asked it of her…or whether they were her own words…and then she wondered no more, for the hand beneath her back lifted her up, and he moved downward yet again. With a low groan, his lips found and closed about the peak of one breast, toying with it, lapping it, tugging it softly, and suckling like a babe.
Dominique cried out, tensing, though only for an instant, for the shock of his intimacy faded at once with the incredible sensations that burst through her, aroused by his suckling. Whimpering softly, she arched beneath him, writhing, weeping with the inconceivable emotions that swept over her.
Oh god, but she was wicked…wicked…wicked…
And she loved him.
Her hands locked about his head, holding him, fast to suckle at her breast, while beneath him, her body began to undulate of its own accord. He moved down slowly, alternately nipping and kissing her breasts.
In all her life, she’d never felt more confused…more certain of anything…
She loved him.

Blake groaned with pleasure when she accepted him so fully, raising her breast for his will. He suckled her, moving against her in euphoria, knowing he should stop, but unable to force himself to do so.
It was as though his body were not his own. He reveled in the taste of her flesh–pleasing even though the fine linen cloth of her chainse–the warmth of her body, the long length of her legs against his own.
Too much for him to bear.
His hands, flexing, slid down along her delectable curves, slowly, savoring every inch of her committing her to memory…for somewhere in his half-consciousness, he understood…this could not happen again. But this once…He could not stop it. He could not have torn himself away from her even had someone stood above him with sword in hand, ready to plunge it between his shoulder blades.
Gladly he would die for this moment.
God strike him down, but he could not stop.



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I need to let it out...

I cannot take it anymore, I just can't. I need my mother and my father, I need my sister, I need them. I haven't talked to my parents in 3 weeks! Imagine, they won't talk to me at ALL! My dad won't even look at me, and why you ask? Because of a stupid mistake, ONE mistake and all of this happens. I miss sitting with my mom and talking to her, I miss going out with dad like we are friends not father and daughter. I miss those days, I miss talking to my sister at night and telling her what happened, and us sharing secrets. I miss all that.

 

I'm angry, everyday I pray that I die, everyday. Everyday, I pray that this never happened, and everday I pray that my parents forgive me and eventually allow me to go to univesity, everyday. 3 weeks ago, everything was amazing, I was happy, I was going to university... 3 weeks ago, I was sitting in the living room with my mom talking about my plans, my future. 3 weeks ago, I was at the beach with my dad hanging out, and talking to his friends. 3 weeks ago my father was proud of me, and now all of this went away. I have nothing left.

No one can imagine how ashamed I am, and how stupid I feel. I am disgusted with myself, I hate myself, I wish I was dead, I really do. I wish I am not who I am today, cause god knows that everyone hates me, and when I say everyone, I mean everyone. 

Someday, maybe in a month, a year or 20 years, my parents will forgive me; but they will not forget, ever. I am a whore to them, and I know I am. I am angry with myself, but I pretend nothing is wrong, I smile and laugh, and pretend I am happy, even though I am no where happy, I don't care, why should I? I just want my mom and dad to be happy. I just want them to be proud of their eldest daughter, and God knows that this will not happen.

What am I supposed to do? How can I prove to them, that they are wrong about me? How? It is Impossible, and please don't tell me it is not, it is impossible, so very impossible. All I do is read, study and sleep, Thats all I have been doing for the past 21 days, Imagine how boring and stupid my life is. I cannot leave the house, I haven't seen my friends in over a month, and I am still hanging on, I am still smiling, because I know INSHALLAH everything will be better in time, and I know that even if I am a dissapointment, and I am not what they expected me to be, I am still their daughter, and they cannot keep pretending I don't exist, they cannot keep pretending I am nothing to them, cause that is a lie. 

ille lega a7baba nesa 97aba;*

I have been neglecting this blog lately, and I apologise... it's just we're having some family problems and it's my fault... well not really, they're just blaming me, cause it's easier. Anyway, I don't want to talk about that really, cause I'll never shut up. well, some complaining will do me good... I missed graduation! I got an award and all, but I missed it, all cause of this fucked up problem! I don't have a phone or a laptop or a life. All I do is sit at home and watch T.V and read, and when I'm in the mood, study, even though I have 3 exams on thursday I can't be bothered, cause Im depressed. I've lost weight in 2 weeks... my pants are falling off, my face is so pale, and I can't seem to keep that smile on my face. I'm going to school tomorrow, just because I can't stay at home anymore, and I'm excited! Okay enough of that.

I can't wait to get a job and leave home, cause honestly, if I get one more lecture I will murder my parents, and yes I am capable of doing that...

I'm not very happy as you can see, but I'm managing... the boyfriend, and a couple of friends are making me smile everyday, I go online through the psp, and I hate it, cause its freaking annoying...

I want to go to the beach, I miss the beach *sigh*
Fuck my ex-maid, she was a whore, had a boyfriend and all, stole from us and not anything, she stole my gold rings, and my expensive shall that my dad got me from turkey, and my brothers phone, and dad's camera! imagine! the nerve of people! she was with us for 5 or 6 years! and we trusted her *sigh*

anyway, I'll update when I finish exams! Bye;*