Page 24 of The Irish Gypsy
When she pulled her lips away from him, shesaw the tip of his tongue. Would he dare to put his wicked tonguein her mouth?
"You go to my head, kitten." His voice washusky and his hands slipped inside the folds of her gown andcaressed her body. My God, wasn't it just like a man to want totouch a woman on her most shameful parts?
With an air of ownership, he leaned forwardto kiss her again, but she brought up her hand and slapped hisface. His teeth glittered in a wicked grin and he laughed deep inhis throat. "I denied you nothing all day. Now you seek to deny meeverything, selfish little wench." His hands moved upon her bodypossessively, knowingly, as he tried to remove her nightgown.
Her deep modesty was so outraged she escapedhis embrace and fled toward the stairs. He was after her in a flashand she could hear his laughter and knew he was enjoying himselfmore every moment.
"A female runs away just so the male willchase her." He grasped her ankle with strong fingers and she couldgo no farther up the stairs. "You were quick enough to display yourankles at the dress shop. I think you enjoy teasing me, Kitten." Hesat down on a step and pulled her into his lap. Slowly,tentatively, his hands slid up her legs, inching the nightgownhigher and higher, until her limbs were exposed to his avid gaze."You have beautiful legs, sweetheart. And what are these prettycurls between them?"
"You are going to ravish me!" she gasped asthe full realization of her plight dawned on her. "My God, Grandadawarned me about ravishers!"
He was startled for a moment and lifted hishands from her body. She fled up the stairs into the bedroom andquickly put the width of the bed between them.
"Is that all they've told you about whathappens between a man and a woman?" he asked incredulously.
She saw a softening in his eyes and begged,"I had such a beautiful day. How can you spoil it for me like this?Oh, Patrick, please tell me it's just a game you are playing withme." She looked at him imploringly.
"Sweetheart, of course it's a game. It's alove game. It's a grown-up game. Let me teach you how to play. Youcan't be a little girl forever. It's time for you to become awoman."
"I'm afraid," Kitty protested.
"My little love, there's nothing to be afraidof. I promise I won't hurt you. I just want to kiss you and holdyou," he coaxed.
She shook her head. "It's wicked."
"Kitty, there's nothing wicked about love.Kisses are beautiful things. Every one different, just likesnowflakes. Let me show you." He noted her slight hesitation. "Youare shy because you've never been alone with a man before, and thatthrills me more than words could ever tell you. I thank God thatyou come to me pure and innocent. That's the way it should be.Trust me to cherish you, Kitty."
She wanted to believe him. Wanted it with allher heart. She had loved Patrick and had wanted him to love hersince she'd seen him in Ireland, years ago. She cursed her ownignorance. He was so educated, so worldly, how could she ever hopeto become his wife unless she let him teach her everything sheshould know? She let him come around the bed to her and take her inhis arms. Slowly, her arms lifted about his neck and Patrick dippedhis head to take her lips. She did like to be kissed, sheadmitted.
Other things about him were powerfullyattractive and exceedingly pleasant. She liked his smell. She likedhis strength. It would keep her safe against the whole world. Herhand touched his face. He was so masculine, her fingertips felt theroughness of his beard in spite of the fact that he shaved everyday.
She heard him groan and suddenly his handspulled off her nightdress, leaving her completely nude. Immediatelyshe ran around to the opposite side of the bed. She stared indisbelief as he unbuttoned his shirt and tossed it aside.
"If you come to my arms willingly, I promiseto make love to you in a way that will not hurt you."
When she saw that no appeal would turn himfrom having his way, a searing anger spread along her veins. "Noone has ever said 'no' to you in your whole life! You are soaccustomed to having your own way, you think it's the natural orderof the universe. I will fight you to the death, you arrogantbastard!" she spat.
His teeth gleamed against his dark face as hestripped off his 'inexpressibles' and her eyes widened as she sawthe column of his hard phallus stand up rigidly from his groin tohis navel. In her fury, she had forgotten her nakedness and Patrickknew she was the most exquisite, exotic creature outside ofParadise. "You are flaunting your beauty for me like an angry pagangoddess. Your body was made for love!"
They posed for a moment, facing each other.With a swift movement he reached across the bed and grabbed her,then she was clawing, biting and scratching him savagely. He heldher down on the bed with both her wrists clamped securely above herhead and brought his lips down to touch hers. He breathed, "My wildIrish Gypsy," He knew this seduction was going to be the mostexciting thing he'd ever done. He'd gentle her with sweet kissesuntil she clung to him. Then he'd awaken a flicker of desire, whichwould burst into flames and consume them both. He took her mouthexultantly because he could smell victory.
The taste of her lips had the tang of wildhoney. He slid his mouth across hers, molding the curve of her lipswith his. The desire he felt for her was white-hot. Naked, beneathhim, her effect stunned him. The passion she aroused in him wasblinding, dizzying. He meant to be gentle, meant to awaken hersensuality slowly, meant to seduce her with tender kisses andcaresses, but his hunger for her was blazing out of control likewildfire.
Kitty lay still while Patrick kissed her. Theshock of being naked on a bed with a man above her was almoststaggering. The things he was doing to her, coupled with thebreath-stopping nearness of the man felt delicious. In fact, thepleasure he was bringing to her body felt so wonderful she knew itmust be sinful and wicked beyond belief. In her distress at her owncarnality, she began to pant.
Patrick felt a thrill when he saw herbreathless with desire. She was no longer fighting him, she wasyielding to him sweetly. His hot breath teased her silken skin ashis mouth slid down her throat and across one very round breast. Itwas as firm as an apple, and he knew he must taste it.
Kitty's thoughts ran about like quicksilver,writhing with the conflict of opposing desires. At all costs sheknew she must not take the very thing she desired. She wantedPatrick. She wanted his love and protection, but the raw lust shesaw in his face frightened her. It frightened her because she knewwith the age-old knowledge of Eve that he created a matching lustin her, and once that devil inside her was released, there would beno controlling it.
Kitty felt her very senses being drugged bythe dark whisper of skin against naked skin. He was all hardmuscle, scalding heat and surging male hunger. He arousedsensations in every inch of her silken skin as her young bodyresponded to his virile sexuality. He was bad and wicked and sinfuland he was on the verge of making her bad and wicked andsinful.
Suddenly, even his mouth became hard and hecrushed her lips. Kitty took his bottom lip between white pointedteeth and bit down hard.
He cried out in pain, then kissed her sopassionately, her whole mouth felt bruised. Her eyes flashed fireas she sought a vulnerable place to wound him. She saw the scar onhis shoulder, pink and tender, barely healed over where the knifehad been plunged in. She arched her body up to him and sank herteeth in his wound deeply.
He screamed with the raw agony of it, then asif pushed beyond his endurance, he pushed her thighs apart andplunged down. She was so hot and tight inside, he had neverexperienced such ecstasy. Each time she moved, her muscles grippedhis shaft and sent quivers to the tip.
The mating was elemental, like a great forceof nature. Patrick was beyond thought. When she writhed and criedout, it excited him beyond belief. He would have sold his soul tosustain and prolong this cataclysmic intercourse, but some instincttold him she had endured enough, so he did not delay his climax. Itrent his body with great shudders and left him totally satisfiedand sated. He rolled his weight from her and quickly gathered herto him with gentle, protective arms.
