A Passion For Him Part 27

"I cannot think..."

Reason. Conscious thought. She wanted it. Servicing him gave her power. Being serviced by him took it all away.

"You think too much," he said hoa.r.s.ely. "Give in. Free the woman who took me to her bed without care for anything or anyone."

She struggled beneath him. "You want t-too much..."

"Yes," he growled. "All of you. Every piece..."

He was in her then, giving her pleasure with avid lips and tongue, eating at her, drinking her in, inhaling the primal scent of her deep into his lungs. The innate hunger he felt for her stirred in response, rousing and climbing, swelling his c.o.c.k as if she had not just drained him.

Amelia twisted beneath Colin, clawing at his shoulders, begging for mercy in a voice roughened by pure female l.u.s.t. She was on the edge of a steep cliff that terrified her, and he was pushing her, giving her no quarter, allowing her no s.p.a.ce to retreat.

His tongue was an instrument of torturous pleasure, lashing and flickering, driving her higher and harder. His lips circled her c.l.i.toris, sucking and pulling. And the noises he made. The wet smacking, the rumbling purrs, the groans of need that made her slicker and hotter.

Thick skeins of dark hair tickled her inner thighs, moving as he did, narrowing her focus until all she knew was the tightening of her womb and the helpless rolling of her hips.

He demanded her response, forced it from her, turned her into a mindless creature of desire and need and desperate wanting.

"No...no...no..." she gasped, fighting him even as her fingers tangled in his locks and pulled him closer.

So that he could not leave her again.

Colin cupped her b.u.t.tocks and lifted her, altering the angle, urging her thighs to widen so that he could take everything. He thrust his tonguehard and fast into the spasming opening, and she climaxed violently, her arms falling heavily to the floor, her nails clawing at the rug.

"Colin!"

She was devastated, destroyed. But he was not done with her. Before she could catch her breath, he was over her, inside her, pushing deep into the heart of her with the thick, hot length of his c.o.c.k.

"Yes." He groaned, sliding his arms beneath her shoulders, holding her in place as he lunged with sensual grace and seated himself to the hilt. "Jesus...you feel so good."

He ground his hips against her, rubbing deep inside her, making her feel every throbbing inch of him.

Gasping, writhing, Amelia accepted his possession with ravenous greed, her swollen tissues parting for his relentless drives with a quivering welcome. He gripped her throat with one hand, her hip with the other, pinning her down. Dominating her. Possessing her. Branding her as his.

"Mine," he growled, sliding in and out of her, the movements of his hips leisurely, though nothing else about him was.

There was a look on his flushed and sweat-dampened face. Part agony, part pleasure. So austere and focused. So intent. His eyes blazing with heat. His handsome features stretched tautly with strain. I t was searingly erotic. Intimate.

Colin was making love to her. He was alive and in her arms, in her body. Whispering words of love and desire, making dreams come true that she had thought were forever dead to her.

Again the tension built and coiled, causing her to tighten around his straining c.o.c.k and ripple along its length, making him curse and growl.

She felt the chafing rubbing of his waistband between her thighs, heard the sound of his boots digging into the weave of the rug, realized he was still partly dressed just as she was.

The image in her mind of how they must look-she with parted robe and lifted night rail, he with boots and breeches lowered just enough to free his beautiful c.o.c.k, both locked on the floor in carnal congress-took her to o.r.g.a.s.m.

"There," he purred, watching her with a feral smile of possession, thrusting strong and sure, extending her pleasure until she thought it might kill her. The surge of sensation was unbearable, tingling across her skin until it was too tight and sensitive.

When she was limp and whimpering, he sought his own pleasure, his dark head thrown back, his neck corded tightly, his c.o.c.k so thick and hard.

Amelia watched him as he had watched her, her legs wrapped around his working hips, her hands at his waist. Pulling him into her.

His pace picked up, his grip tightened. She felt the climax coming, felt it grip him in a fist, felt it tighten his lungs. I t burst from him in shocking spurts of molten liquid inside her, again and again, the breaking dam heralded by his ragged, extended groan and jerking, wrenching shudders.

"Dear G.o.d," he gasped, quaking, rubbing his pelvic bone against her swollen, oversensitive c.l.i.toris and making her come again. Suffusing her body with delight that seeped into her bones and heart and soul. Making them one.

"My love," he breathed, rubbing his big body against hers, drenching her in the scent of his skin. "I won't release you. You're mine-"

She stemmed further words with a desperate kiss.

Chapter 16

Amelia woke to a hand held over her mouth. Scared beyond measure, she struggled against her a.s.sailant, her nails claw ing at his w rist.

"Stop it!"

She stilled at the command, her eyes opening w ide, her heart racing madly as her sleep-fuzzy brain came to an aw areness of Colin looming over her in the darkness.

"Listen to me," he hissed, his gaze darting to the w indow s. "There are men outside. A dozen at least. I don' t know w ho they are, but they are not your father's men."

She yanked her head to the side to free her mouth. "What?"

"The horses w oke me as the men w alked by the stable." Colin stepped back and yanked off her counterpane. "I snuck out the back and came round to fetch you."

Embarra.s.sed to be seen in only her night rail, Amelia yanked the covers back over her.

He yanked them off again. "Come on!" he said urgently.

"What are you talking about?" she asked in a furious w hisper.

"Do you trust me?" Colin's dark eyes glittered in the darkness.

"Of course."

"Then do as I say, and ask questions later."

She had no notion of w hat w as happening, but she knew he w asn' t jesting. Sucking in a deep breath, she nodded and slipped from the bed. The room w as lit only by the moonlight that entered through the w indow gla.s.s. The heavy length of her hair hung dow n her back in a thick, sw inging braid, and Colin caught it, rubbing it betw een his fingers.

"Put something on," he said. "Quickly."

Amelia hurried behind the screen in the corner and disrobed, then slipped the chemise and gow n she had w orn earlier over her head.

"Hurry!"

"I cannot close the back. I need my abigail."

Colin's hand thrust behind the screen and caught her elbow , tugging her from behind it so that he could drag her to the door.

"My feet are bare!"

"No time," he muttered. Opening her bedroom door, he peered out to the hallw ay.

It w as so dark, Amelia could barely see anything. But she heard male voices. "What is going-"

Moving w ith lightning speed, Colin spun and covered her mouth again, his head shaking violently.

Startled, it took her a moment to understand. Then she nodded her agreement to say nothing.

He stepped out to the hallw ay w ith silent steps, her hand in his. Somehow , despite her shoeless state, the floorboard beneath her squeaked, w hen it hadn' t under Colin's boots. He froze, as did she. Below them, the voices she had heard w ere also silent. It felt as if the house w ere holding its breath. Waiting.

Colin placed his finger to his lips. Then he picked her up and hefted her over his shoulder. What follow ed w as a blur. Suspended upside dow n, she w as disoriented and unable to discern how he managed to carry her from her second-floor bedroom to the low er floor. Then a shout w as heard upstairs as she w as discovered missing, and pounding feet thundered above them. Colin cursed and ran, jostling her so that her teeth ached and her braid w hipped his legs so hard, she feared hurting him. Her arms w rapped around his lean hips, and his pace picked up.

They burst out the front door and dow n the steps.More shouting. More running. Sw ords clashed and Miss Pool's screams pierced the night.

"There she is!" someone shouted.

The ground rushed by beneath her.

"Over here!"

Benny's voice w as music to her ears. Colin altered direction. Lifting her head, she caught a glimpse of pursuers, and then more men intercepted them, some she recognized, others she didn' t. The new additions to the fray bought them precious time, and soon she could not see anyone on their heels.

A moment later she w as set on her feet. Wild-eyed, she glanced around to catch her bearings, and found Benny on horseback and Colin mounting the back of another beast.

"Amelia!" He held out one hand to her, the other expertly holding the reins. She set her hand in his, and he dragged her up and over, belly dow n across his lap. His pow erful thighs bunched beneath her as he spurred the horse, and then they w ere off, galloping through the night.

She hung on for dear life, her stomach heaving w ith the jolting impacts. But it did not last long. Just as they reached the open road, a shot rang out, echoing through the darkness. Colin jerked and cried out. She screamed as her entire w orld shifted.

Sliding, falling...

Amelia awoke to a hand held over her mouth and a whisper in her ear.

"Shh...Someone is in the house."

Colin's voice anch.o.r.ed her in the semidarkness. For the s.p.a.ce of several heartbeats, the horror and fear from the vivid dream lingered.

Then the feel of Colin's body pressed to her back and his strong arms around her provided much needed comfort.

Awareness seeped in slowly. She noted the elaborate moldings on the ceiling and felt velvet beneath her calf.

They were on the settee in the library. From the look of the fire in the grate-now reduced to mere embers-she had been asleep for at least a couple of hours.

Turning in Colin's embrace, she faced him and pressed her mouth to his ear. "Who is it?" she whispered.

Colin shook his head, his dark eyes glittering.

Amelia held still, absorbing the tension that gripped his frame. Then she heard it. The sound of a booted foot falling on the parquet floor.

Boots. At this hour.

Her heartbeat leaped from the steady rhythm of slumber to a racing tempo. Unlike her dream, this time it was Colin who was endangered.

He pressed his lips to hers in a quick, hard kiss. Then he slid silently off the edge of the couch. On his knees, he fastened his breeches. He drew his discarded shirtsleeves over his head, then reached for his small sword.

She, too, slid to the floor and belted her robe.

"Secure the door when I leave," he whispered, pulling his blade free of its scabbard with torturous slowness to avoid making any sound.

Denying him with a shake of her head, Amelia crawled over to where a faint glimmer betrayed the jeweled hilt of his dagger lying atop his waistcoat and coat. The moment her hand wrapped around it, he was behind her.

"No."

"Trust me." She turned her head to press her cheek to his.

His jaw clenched. "My sanity hinges on your safety."

"You think I feel differently about you?" She touched his cheek with a shaking hand, tracing the faint line that marked the spot where a dashing dimple appeared when he was happy. "Rest easy. My sister is the Wintry Widow."

There was a long pause, his throat working as he considered what she was saying.

"Let me help," she breathed. "How will we ever move forward together if you always leave me behind?"

She knew how the thought of her in danger tormented him, because she felt likewise about him.

Finally, Colin managed a jerky nod. With a swift kiss to his parted lips, she pulled the dagger free of its sheath.I love you. The words were spoken soundlessly, his lips against hers.

Amelia lifted his hand and kissed the back.

Colin wrenched away from her and moved to the door. At some point while she was sleeping, he had closed it. Now, he turned the k.n.o.b and cracked it just wide enough to see. The well-oiled hinges made no sound.

In the blink of an eye, he was gone. She counted to ten, then slipped out after him.

Bolstered by the feel of the dagger hilt, Amelia crawled along the runner toward the stairs, her senses acute. The sound of the wind blowing and the nocturnal call of a preying owl grounded her to the moment. She breathed shallowly, her emotions suppressed by the instinct to survive and the need to protect Colin. There was a sudden silence, as if the house held its breath, and then she heard the barest hint of sound-a stealthy footfall straight ahead.

She paused. Pushing to her knees, she huddled in the darkness.