Loves moves in mysterious ways

Chapter 16

There was no kindness in the way he smiled at her as he turned to face her, and it seemed to Kirstin in her fear that there was an almost demonic quality to the way his skin seemed stretched tight over his facial bones.

'Well, now. He said softly, that's a reveling statement if ever I heard one.

You wouldn't be jealous of her, by any chance, would you?

Appalled by what her unruly tongue has trapped her in,Kirstin blazed furiously, What could I be jealous of? The fact that she goes to bed with you?

I was the one who turned down the opportunity to remember?

He was across the room in half a dozen strides,gripping her arms in a hurtful furious strength.

Oh God,you just don't know when to stop, do you?he breathed madly.

She struggled against him,fear and desire mingling in almost equal quantities, but her struggles seemed only to incide the fires she could see blazing in the depths of his eyes.

Stop it,Kirstin!He shook her almost as though she no more than a rag doll, and in an agony of bitterness, she raised her hand to claw desperately at his face.

He jerked his head out of the way just in time, and then Kirstin heard him swear and saw the dark fury in his face.It was too late to for begging,and time seemed to stand still in a pretend a natural silence as he slowly lowered his head towards her.

She could hear the fiery crackle of the logs,and the agonised sound of her own breathing.

A tortured moan was smothered in her throat as she felt savagely harsh pressure of his mouth against her own.

There was nothing sensual or arousing about the way he kissed her,he was punishing her, desiring her,but in spite of everything she could feel the sudden upsurge of passion flooding through her, as though her body had starved so long for his touch that it was ready even to respond to this.....

this parody of passionate need.

She could feel the edge of his teeth against her mouth, and felt herself shiver in physical respond as he used them without compunction to part the swollen softness of her lips,

When his tongue thrust possessively into her mouth, she felt the molten heat slide through her veins.

Against her body she could feel the rapid, uneven thud of James's heart.

Somehow her arms had locked round his neck, holding him against her.

His tongue touched her lips tracing their swollen curves.

She felt the shiver that ran through him, hardly recognising the husky, raw note of pain in his voice as he muttered against her mouth, Oh god Kirstin what is it you do to me?His mouth touched hers again, gently this time as though he wanted to cares away her pain.

She could easily have pulled away from him,but she didn't abandoning herself instead to the heady tide of pleasure that swept her away from the reality as his mouth lingered on hers.

Kirstin, she shivered responsively to the note of need deepening the way he said her name.

She could feel the heat of his hands where they held her,and beneath the bodice of her dress her breasts ached to be caressed.

His mouth was no longer punishing as it moved on hers, all anger and contempt expunged by the need that seemed to engulf them both.

Without him saying it she could sense his desire,feel it in the way his hands stroked over her back, moulding her against him.

She clung to him in the firelight, giving herself up completely into fates hands, wanting him too much to fight any longer.

Kirstin, you have no idea what you do to me. I have wanted you for so long.

The muttered words shivered across her skin, her head falling back against his shoulder as his mouth explored the soft column of her throat.

Tiny spears of delight shafted through her,her body so responsive to his touch that he made a sound of muttered frustration against her skin.

Let me make love to you, Kirstin.Let me get inside to you and telling to you how much I need you. His hands reached for the fastening at the back of her gown, his body tensing as she walked gently away from him.

She couldn't stop himself from blushing softly as she saw him looking at her.

A dark flush of passion stained his cheekbones, his eyes feverishly alight as he reached for her.

Let me unfasten it,she said softly.The catches,she had walked into a gardeb of light cast by the fire and suddenly his expression darkened.

Fear, and remembrance of that earlier rejection, held her immobile her lips trembling as she asked huskily, "What is it James, what going on to you?

It's that dammed gown who on or What.....

She stared at him ridiculously hurt.What is wrong with it? He bought it for you, James told her savagely.

That's what's wrong with it.He moved towards her, his face contorting paganly as he reached for the front of her dress, and with one savage wrench ripped the bodice open.

Too shocked to correct him Kirstin could only stare down at the destruction he had wrought.

James! Take it off, for heaven sake, he demanded madly.I can't bear seeing you in it, Kirstin....I can't dear knowing.He made a raw, madly sound in his throat and reached for her again, dragging the expensive clothe away from her body, until it fell in a garden at her feet.

For what seemed like a long time she was too stunned to move.

The firelight played hard on the creamy contours of her breasts, but she was barely aware of the look in James's eyes an his gaze absorbed their rounded perfection crowned with the pouting provocation of her pointed n*****s,Kirstin Oh god.

You're so lovely more lovely than I could ever have imagined,he moved to her then.

Lifting her away from the desecration of her dress,to think I once refused all this.

He closed his eyes and she saw him swallow painfully, that small vulnerable movement in his throat cutting through her shock.

Do you still hate me for that?His fingers seemed to shake slightly as they caressed her throat and moved up to tilt her face so that she was forced to look at him.

Hate him?She stared into the brilliance of his eyes, and moistened her cold lips with the tip of her tongue

His eyes followed the movement intently,heat shooting him and she felt the surge of his desire against her body.

His hands slid down to her hips, urging her closer to him.His eyes closed so that his dark lashes lay vulnerably against the tautness of his skin as he bent his head and kissed her with a fierce and totally overwhelming passion.

She had no thought of holding back, of even trying to stop him. Her body surrendered eagerly to his touch, her breast crushed against his chest.

He realised her briefly to tug off his leather jacket.Beneath the fine fabric of his shirt she could see the heavy play of muscles and the dark shadowing of hair, and fingers itched to unfasten his shirt.

Lost in her own private daydream, she suddenly realised how tense he was.

A soft flush of colour spread over her body as she saw the way he was looking at her.

Oh Heaven, you can't know how much I need you so much like this.

His hands touched her, sliding softly up over her ribs to cup her breasts.

Fierce surges of delight rocketed through her,her breasts swelling wantonly against his palms.

She shuddered in molten desire beneath the arousing movement of his thumbs against her hard n*****s.

You prefer that?

His voice was unfamiliar raw and husky with male desire, and she thrilled to the sound of it.

Oh god,I nearly went mad with the need to do this years ago.Do you know that?

She quivered in response, making no demur when he picked her up and carried her across to the wide beanch with cushion sitting down on it,holding her in his arms,firelight played across the planes of his face and she raised almost timid fingers to cares it.

Shocking waves of delight shuddered through her as he held her palm to his mouth, slowly caressing it.

She could feel her breasts peaking in wanton delight Kirstin, I want you so much.

Touch me with out anything.

Which of them was it who was shaking as he transferred her hand to the front of his clothe helping her to unfasten that first bottom? Beneath her fingertips his skin felt moist and burning hard.

She felt him shudder finely as she slid her hand against his skin, moving through the soft thickness of his body hair.

He groaned deep in his throat, and with great daring she did what she had wanted to do from the first moment she had witnessed that tiny betraying gesture, she placed her mouth against the maleness of his throat and caressed it with the tip of her tongue.

His response to her went far beyond her wildnest fantasies, never had she dared even once to imagine him going aggressive in her arms like this responding to her, showing her how much he liked what she was doing.

The collar of his shirt impeded her progress down towards his shoulder and she unfastened the rest of the buttons, tugging the fabric away from him and pushing it off his skin.

She felt his fingers curl into her hair as she slowly caressed his body, taking her time as she savoured evey inch of warm male flesh.

Her fingertips move slightly along the line of body hair that dissappear his suit registering tha taut firmness of his belly as her hand lingered possessively there.

She wanted to feel all of him against her without the barriers of any clothes, but shyness overwhelmed her.

She had no experience in taking off men, and she was frightened of destroying the delicate spell they had woven around themselves with clumsy inexperience ,so she simply let her hand lie flat against him as her mouth traced the hard muscles of his chest,and her tongue move tentatively against the pebble hardness of one flat male n****e.

She felt him move, pushing himself against her, his hands sliding to her hips and then down to her thighs before moving up again to slide under the edge of her satin briefs to cup the rounded softness of her bottom and pull her against him.

The nervous invading her lower body was aware some and familiar.

She had desired him like this before, but never with such immediate intensity.

Logic and reason were totally suspended, only instinc prevailing.

I have got to feel you against me,all of you.James muttered, realising her standing up.

She couldn't look at him, but she heard the metallic sound of his zip,and the slither of cloth against flesh.

He came to her from the shadows of the fire, tautly male and the embodiment of all her feminine fantasies.

Dark shadows concealed much of his body from her as he kneeled on the floor and her feet, cupping her instep in one hand while the other dealt with the fastening of her underwear.

She could almost see his nervous at her body's unmistakable response to his touch, the look glittering darkly in his eyes as he raised them to her face, making her fear momentarily that he meant to tear what was left of her clothes from her and lay her bare to his gaze, but instead he removing her slowly and painstakingly, his fingers a tormenting cares against the inside of her thighs as he slid down her panty.

Her heart seemed to stand still in her breast as he lifted her to tug down her brief, and she felt the heat of his breath against her skin.

At last, when they were both naked, he simply kneeled and stared at he until she was quivering with a mixture of self consciousness and need.

His hand reached out and caressed the curve of her throat and then slid down to her shoulder.

Just perfect, he murmured softly. Perfect.And then, still kneeling before her,he took her in his arms and kissed her as she had wanted of him kissing her,his mouth both tender and demanding, hungry for her and yet feeding her own need.

I need you so much.You have no idea how much I want you. His mouth slid moistly over her throat and caressed the fragile bones of her shoulder.

He hands had found her breasts and were slowly caressing them.

His mouth move slowly, oh so slowly over her skin, until she was ready cry out with need, and then she felt its warmth against the curve of her breast and she close her eyes in a sudden agony desire, digging her nails into his shoulder as she sought desperately for something to cling on to in the fierce maelstrom of delight that had seized her.

His tongue touched her n****e, gently circling the deep pink flesh before delicately brushing over it.

Making her cry out in shocked delight I could almost believe that no one has ever touched you like this before.

James's voice was dazed, drugged almost, and she clung to the aroused desirous sound of it rather than listening the words.

It seemed impossible to believe that he could not know how she felt about him, and that he was not just the first, but the only one to be.

Do you like that Kirstin? His voice had slurred, almost drunken quality to know it now as his tongue caressed her n****e a little more roughly.

And this, do you like this? The words were almost lost as he presented his open mouth against her aching flesh and then sucked fiercely on it.

Spasms of her pleasure arced through her,bringing soft cries of delight to her lips as she pushed herself eagerly against the warm demand of his mouth, abandoning herself to the sensuality of her own desire.

Over and over again James caressed the aching peaks of her breasts until she was shivering with a surfeit of pleasure.

I should take you upstairs to bed, he told her hoarsely as he lifted her down to lie beside him in front of the fire, but I can't wait that long for you.