Wordlessly, she obeyed. His muscles tensed. His shoulders were as unrelenting as stone, as sleek as satin under her clinging hands.
Her heart thundering, she prepared to be conquered as he"d conquered her this morning. Only to discover he meant to woo her to rapture.
He tilted his hips forward. She felt sliding heat against her moist cleft. Then slow, delicious pressure.
At last...
She caught her breath and flexed her fingers against his damp skin. He breathed harshly, and a lock of hair tumbled over his forehead. The veins in his arms stood out in stark relief. She couldn"t doubt control cost every ounce of concentration.
There was something viscerally satisfying about being the object of that unwavering focus. Last time they"d made love, he"d been lost to pa.s.sion. That had been exciting. This was deeper, purer, sweeter.
He penetrated farther. She gasped as still-tender flesh stretched to accommodate him.
Of course he heard her. He paused in his tormentingly gradual invasion.
"Am I hurting you?" he asked in a gravelly voice.
She raised her head and kissed him briefly, then returned for a longer foray. This morning she"d felt desired, and the knowledge had been heady. Tonight, she felt cherished.
"Charis?"
"Don"t stop," she whispered, and dug her fingers harder into his shoulders.
He pushed forward. The feeling was strange. Uncomfortable. Exciting. With every incremental incursion, he took over her body. With her body, her soul.
She moaned and moved to ease the blinding pressure. He went deeper. She gasped for air as if she drowned. His shoulders under her hands were slick and his face was gaunt, the skin stretched over his bones.
The ferocious expression in his black eyes as they burned into hers should frighten her. Instead, it made her belly knot with arousal. He edged farther. Paused.
Had he reached his limit? She braced against him. Then something inside her relaxed, opened with sudden welcome.
The tension drained from his back. His muscles bunched again. And. with a deep groan, he seated himself fully.
The sensation was extraordinary. Indescribable. It was like her love took on solid expression, breath, life.
Time stretched to eternity before her. For all their previous lovemaking, she"d never felt so close to another person. The dark intimacy was all-encompa.s.sing.
His breathing was ragged. The eyes that met hers were glazed with pa.s.sion. He withdrew in one smooth movement and plunged back. Heat streaked through her, brilliant as lightning.
As he changed the angle, her pa.s.sage closed hard around him. The fresh sensation made her jerk and tremble. Twice tonight he"d shown her bliss. But what he did now was prelude to something infinitely more powerful.
He thrust again, and she clenched in barbaric possession. Every parting and joining jolted her body. Vaguely through the gathering storm, she felt him dip one hand between them. Then the press of his palm at the juncture of her legs, the flick of his fingers.
Her eyes fluttered shut as fire engulfed her world.
Consuming flame rushed along her veins. Every muscle tightened to an agony that was the greatest pleasure she"d ever known. Nothing existed except the roaring inferno.
Through it all, one thing alone anch.o.r.ed her. The man who thundered into her as she convulsed with ecstasy. She held on to Gideon while unshakable love filled her. Indelibly part of the shining bliss, but somehow separate, immortal, and immovable like the sun.
Gideon was her sun. Her moon. Her sky. He created her anew in the fiery kiln of his pa.s.sion.
Love flooded every particle of her body with liquid gold. The connection was transcendent, eternal, unbreakable.
Gradually, her shuddering calmed. Reality slowly returned. The earth became the place she lived in instead of a mere memory to someone lost in the stars. But radiance lingered like the last glow of light on the horizon after a perfect summer day.
Opening dazed eyes, she found Gideon staring down at her in wonder. His lips tilted in a smile that, did he but know it, told her he loved her as she loved him.
She was exhausted, spent, lost in languorous joy. Her joints were so loose, she felt like a rag doll. He could pound her into oblivion now, and she wouldn"t utter a squeak of protest.
He looked equally strained. She suddenly realized he hadn"t yet found relief. Shocked, she made an almighty effort and reached out to touch his chest. One glancing contact, and her hand flopped back to her side. Her muscles had the resistance of woolen stuffing.
She quivered from the extraordinary conflagration that had swept her up into blissful oblivion. She"d had no idea. Nothing in her life had prepared her for those transforming moments in his arms.
Gideon released a shaky breath and began to shift in and out of her body in a leisurely glide. The soft friction soothed. He bent to lick the peak of one breast.
"I can"t..." she protested on a dying whisper.
"I know," he soothed, drawing her nipple between his lips.
Sluggish response trickled down to where his body joined hers. He slid out and, with excruciating slowness, slid back in. He bit down softly on the pebbled peak.
She sighed, and this time when he moved, she rose to meet him. Immediately she felt new heat. The joining was deep and essential. An expression of love as much as desire.
Again, she stifled words he didn"t want to hear. But her every heartbeat declared she loved him.
Instinctively, she rolled her hips, testing the sensation. He groaned against her breast and released her nipple to trace kisses across her collarbone. She laced her fingers in his thick hair, then gasped as he dragged her up to sit before him, still joined flesh to flesh.
He gazed into her face with the fixed concentration that was now familiar. A premonitory thrill shook her, made interior muscles tighten. His hands were ruthless, demanding, as he grabbed her hips and began to slide her up and down.
Her fog of satiated exhaustion, so overwhelming only minutes ago, vanished in an electric instant. Her legs automatically curled around him. She gripped his arms for balance. Desire bloomed in her belly.
She soon caught the rhythm. With a velvety laugh, he let her have her way. He leaned back on his hands, yielding to the summons of her pleasure.
The pleasure was astonishing.
Until now, it had never occurred to her that she could control what happened between them. The power, the delight made her head swim. She arched back, relishing the push and release inside her. He made her feel like a G.o.ddess. He made her feel like a woman in love.
Her breath escaped in broken gasps. She edged closer to another of those extraordinary peaks. Closer but not there. She sobbed and twisted, struggling to reach what she wanted.
"Not yet, my darling," he whispered. He rolled and pressed her down into the mattress. She cried out and twined her legs around his hips. Still, he moved in and out of her body. Relentless as the tide.
His bare, scarred skin was hot, slippery under her clinging hands. He groaned and trembled.
For her.
That knowledge shuddered through her like a cannon blast. With every thrust, he stole another inch of her soul.
Except he"d owned her soul from the first.
Soon, his movements became faster, wilder, less controlled. His chest heaved as he fought for breath.
Charis lost contact with everything but the hard male body that ruled her. Tension wound around her until it was unendurable.
Tighter and tighter.
Still he plunged in and out. Her fingers dug into his arms so deeply that they hurt.
Blackness pressed down. Surely it must end. Yet still the need built higher, red-hot copper wires that stretched every sinew.
She gasped for air. Her lungs ceased to function. Blindly, she pressed toward Gideon, the source of her agony, her only hope of release.
This was stronger, deeper, more overwhelming than what had happened before.
Could she survive this?
Her breath escaped in a long, tortured moan.
"Please, Gideon, please..."
Did he reply? Her ears were deaf to all but the endless clamor of desire.
Still, he moved inside her.
She whimpered and bit down on her lip until she tasted blood. She closed her eyes, helplessly seeking refuge in hot darkness.
The pressure climbed higher. She felt like she burst out of her skin. She felt like her bones crumbled to dust. She felt as if the world must end any second. In a blinding, endless cataclysm.
The unceasing friction between her legs was maddening. She shifted, seeking freedom from torment.
She opened blurred eyes and saw his face change.
"Now," he growled.
One mighty thrust, and the ceaseless antic.i.p.ation peaked, broke, scattered in shards of flaming rapture. She dived through darkness into a landscape of shimmering light.
Her body spasmed in an unbearable wave. She screamed as pleasure threatened to crush her. Vaguely, through her crisis, she was aware of Gideon"s groaning release.
For an eternity, she remained suspended, stretched on a rack of infinite joy. Doused with unearthly pleasure that made her cry aloud in delight. Her nails dug hard into his back as she clung to him like a rock in a sea of fire.
Dazed, changed, amazed, she returned to the world to find Gideon kissing her face, her neck, her shoulders. Tenderly. Sweetly. The sweetness all the more poignant for the violent storm they"d pa.s.sed through.
"You"re so beautiful," he whispered, glancing kisses across her cheeks and nose and forehead. Kisses like the enchanting ones he"d given her this afternoon.
For a long moment, she lay acquiescent. Her chest heaved as she sucked great breaths into empty lungs. Her muscles trembled with reaction.
Then she lifted her face toward him for more kisses. The innocence pleased her, warmed her to the heart. Even as his body rested in hers, and she quaked after that earth-shattering climax.
Gideon rolled to the side, taking her with him, still kissing her. Softly, he separated from her. She stifled a whimper of discomfort. After the uninhibited pa.s.sion, she ached. Every muscle was tired, tested to its limit.
She"d never felt so good.
"Are you all right?" he murmured against her neck. His arms encircled her loosely, and his hands rubbed lazy circles on her bare back.
How could she describe the wonders she"d discovered? Words were inadequate to convey the glory. When he raised his head, she kissed his mouth very gently, trying to say with action what speech could not.
Oh, such joy to touch him freely, naturally.
His mouth moved upon hers. The kiss was warm, comforting. A thousand miles from his turbulent lovemaking.
Slowly, reluctantly, she drew away. "It was beyond anything I imagined."
His fingers combed through her tangled hair. Like every gesture in this glowing aftermath, his touch was tender.
His expression became serious, and his hand cupped her face. For a long moment, he stared into her eyes. "It"s not always like this, Charis." He paused, and she saw him swallow. "I"ve never known anything to match what we just shared."
She blinked away tears. Her heart was so full, she thought it must burst. "I"m glad," she said in a thick voice. "I want you to be mine forever."
A shadow crossed his face, and with it, a hairline crack appeared on the shining surface of Charis"s satisfaction. "Let"s not tempt fate."
He bent to nuzzle her neck. Heat flared as he bit down on a sensitive nerve running up from her shoulder. She closed her eyes in willing surrender. But even as need surged, his answer troubled her heart.
Twenty-one.
It"s midnight," Gideon said softly, his breath ruffling the hair on Charis"s crown and disturbing her from her warm half doze.
They shared the settle before the blazing parlor fire. She curled into him, one arm loosely around his waist, one resting across his chest. Her palm lay flat over his heart. She loved to feel its steady beating, as though she connected directly to his life force.
"Do you want to go to bed?" she asked huskily, rubbing her cheek against his shoulder. This physical closeness still seemed a precious miracle. She never took it for granted.
His sleepy laugh was a deep rumble under her hand, and the arm he draped around her tightened. "I always want to go to bed."
After so many days of unbridled debauchery, a girl should lose the ability to blush. Nonetheless, heat rose in her cheeks. "You"re insatiable."
"At least where you"re concerned." He raised her hand from his chest and brushed a kiss across her knuckles. She couldn"t help shivering with response.
Over recent days, she"d watched the strain fade from Gideon"s features. He looked younger, less haunted. Perhaps because when not making pa.s.sionate love to her, he"d slept. Deep, undisturbed rest that she guessed he hadn"t enjoyed for years. His dangerous life had worn him down long before he fell into the Nawab"s clutches.
But while he smiled more often and more willingly, shadows lingered in his eyes. With a pang of sorrow, she realized they probably always would.
Since the night Gideon had shown her the pleasure a man and woman could find together, they"d rarely left their rooms. Sometimes Charis forgot the outside world with its demands and dangers existed. There had been no sign of Felix or Hubert and no warning about trouble at Penrhyn. The hotel servants tidied and brought meals or bathwater. The rest of her modish new wardrobe arrived. Gideon summoned a notary and set out legal safeguards against her stepbrothers. Her fortune was now officially his, at least until the end of June, when it reverted to her.