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