Lady Adalyn (The Saga Of Wolfbridge Manor Book 1), Sahara Kelly [the best e book reader .TXT] 📗

“Adalyn,” he breathed. “Oh, Adalyn…”

The kiss was inevitable; her lips parted in anticipation and his touched hers, the lightest of caresses at first, just a soft brushing against the fullness, the nerve endings vibrating in a warm rush of pleasure.

She opened for him, welcoming his tongue, sighing into his mouth as he delved within, scraping her teeth, playing with her, teasing and duelling and making her smile even as she dared to press harder against him.

Someone moaned—it was probably her—and the tiny sound made her tremble. Daniel moved away a little, his eyes glowing gold in the low light of the candle. “I want to touch you, Adalyn. Really touch you. Do you want that? Will you let me?”

She didn’t need to think about her response. She simply lifted one hand to her neck and untied the ribbon fastening her nightgown. “Help me.” She parted the fabric wide, leaving no doubt as to her wish.

“Yes,” whispered Daniel, his hands rapidly pushing her nightgown down from her shoulders and to her waist, then stripping it away from her completely. “Oh God, yes.”

His hand ran back up over her naked skin from knee to shoulder. “So soft, sweetheart. So warm…” He stroked again, delicately, making her feel like a precious piece of porcelain. His touch was tender, his hands so strong yet gentle as he soothed her, discovering the curves where her hip met her waist, and then grazing her breast as he traversed the length of her once again.

She tumbled into the growing pleasure his caresses inspired.

“You feel like…silk, like warm soft silk…” His cupped hand lingered and he leaned close, dipping his head to give the hardened bud a sweet lick. “And you taste of magic and moonlight…”

She shuddered, biting back a tiny cry of surprise as arrows of sweetly sharp delight shot through her body to that place between her legs that had begun to ache and grow damp.

“More, Daniel,” she murmured. “’Tis all new to me, this lying with a man and needing all that he can give. Wanting the pleasure, the joy, the fire of joining…”

“You shall have more, my darling, all I have to give is yours.” He spoke the words with such emotion it sounded like a vow.

Adalyn’s eyes teared up, hearing the promise in his voice, and knowing she was with a man who cherished her so deeply. “I want to touch you as well,” she whispered, reaching for him.

He smiled, his lips moving against her tender skin as he nuzzled her breast. “You can do anything you want with me, Adalyn, but I warn you, some touches will end my pleasure too soon. Let me enjoy you first.”

She was not about to refuse.

He explored her, with hands, fingers and lips, running his tongue around her navel and making her giggle, then pushing back the covers to find her toes. She gasped as he licked and sucked them, amazed at the arousing thrills such touches sent shimmering over her body.

His clever fingertips danced a boulanger over her knees and then waltzed up her thighs, driving her to part them eagerly, in the hope that this erotic assemblé would conclude with a rapid contre danse on the folds of flesh that were soaked with her sensual liquids.

But he passed over that tender secret place, returning to her breasts, moulding them, cupping them, then suckling the budded nipples.

From the instant he began that intimate pulling, something fiery burgeoned inside her. A flush of fiery yearnings made her writhe and gasp, her hips obeying some instinct, her legs parting in wanton invitation.

He freed her, a little pop as his mouth released the now-exquisitely sensitive bud.

“I adore your breasts,” he breathed. “So sweet and perfect, they fit my hands and my mouth.” He opened wide to demonstrate, sucking in as much of her soft globe as he could.

“Daniel…” She wanted to scream aloud at the wonder of it, but could barely manage a weak whisper. Never had she imagined that such lovemaking could exist, or that her body could experience all this intimacy without falling into tiny pieces.

Adalyn surrendered. Her thoughts faded away, to be replaced with sensations. A waterfall of shivers led to the urge to move, to find what her soul sought. She gave in to the needs swamping her, the ache between her thighs real and growing more desperate.

She was wet, so wet, and yet that moisture only added to her arousal. It was preparing her for what might soon happen. And it couldn’t happen soon enough.

With a final tug on one nipple, Daniel raised his head. “Open your eyes, Adalyn. Look at me.”

She had to fight her body to obey him, since she had long ago lost the ability to think coherently. But slowly she struggled, at last gaining sufficient command of her errant muscles to raise her eyelids and look at him.

“Good girl. I want to watch your face…see your eyes…as I do this…”

His hand slid down over her naked skin, a slow—oh so slow—brush of man against woman. And finally he paused, his fingertips sliding into her soft curls.

She sighed, unable to look away, seeing his eyelids heavy and his cheeks flushed. How beautiful he was.

Then he moved further—and she gasped.

He cupped her, the heel of his hand pressing into a place that scorched her with flames of need. When he slipped a finger inside her, she could not stop her hips from lifting and when he added one more, she cried out.

A slight movement of those fingers, additional pressure from his hand, and she shuddered, hanging onto the edge of some precipice, her mind blank, her mouth opened wide and her gaze locked on his.

Within seconds, she broke, her entire body rushing toward a massive rolling chasm of pleasure.

Blind now, she saw nothing but infinity stretching out before her, a universe of sensation tearing at her in great clenching spasms that began in her loins and crashed through every part of