Chapter Seven #5
Lysabel was swept away by his words and by his touch.
When he kissed her hand again, she could feel the earth move beneath her feet.
Everything felt as if it was rocking around, but it was the most wonderful feeling in the world.
Trenton de Russe, that enormous and frightening knight, the one who had saved her from a fate worse than death, wanted to help her heal.
He wanted to show her what it meant for a man to be kind to a woman.
God… how could she resist?
She couldn’t. It was against her better judgment, but there was a huge part of her that wanted his kindness. Perhaps even needed it. In any case, she couldn’t resist him. Already, she was swept up with the feelings he was creating within her and they were more powerful than she was.
“How can I deny a man who bought my children ponies?” she breathed.
He grinned. “You cannot,” he said. “It was all part of my master plan.”
“Was it really.”
“Nay.”
She believed him. Lysabel smiled at him, and he smiled in return.
And suddenly, his lips were slanting over hers and his arms were going around her body.
It was a kiss of enormous proportions, a kiss that was heated and sensual, delicious and naughty.
It was all those things and as Lysabel fell against his warm, powerful body, all she could feel was utter surrender.
There was no resisting the man.
She didn’t want to.
Any romantic kiss she’d ever been given had come from Benoit, who had no sense of gentleness.
He would kiss her so hard that there had been times he’d driven her teeth into her cheek, drawing blood.
She would avoid his kisses as much as he could, but with Trenton, it was as if an entirely new world had opened up.
No pain, no roughness – simply warm and sensual.
Very quickly, Lysabel realized that she liked it very much.
She wanted more.
She must have given Trenton a sign of her eagerness, a wordless invitation to ravage her, because his tongue licked at her, prying her lips open and invading her mouth.
His hands were in her hair, holding her head steadfast as if fearful she’d pull away.
Somehow, he backed her against the garden wall and that was where things grew heated.
Now, she was a captive audience.
Normally, being unable to move would have sent Lysabel into a panic, but with Trenton, she was a willing victim.
His mouth moved over her chin, her neck, suckling her gently and sending bolts of excitement through her.
Being that she wasn’t a virgin, she knew what it meant to have a man touch her intimately, and when his big hand moved to her breasts, she didn’t flinch away from him. She welcomed it.
Dear God… is this what it means to be touched by a man? Is this how it is supposed to be?
All she’d ever known with Benoit was the violence of the act, not the joy of it.
Trenton gently fondled her right breast, timidly at first, but with increasing confidence when she didn’t push him away.
As her breath came in unsteady gasps, Lysabel reached up and unfastened the ties on her bodice.
When Trenton realized what she was doing, he helped her.
The ties came away and he yanked the top shoulder of her garment down, enough to expose her right breast.
His hot mouth clamped down on a tender nipple and Lysabel gasped with shock at the unadulterated pleasure of it.
She shoved her hand into her mouth, biting off her cries as Trenton suckled her, his big body and imposing presence smothering her.
But Lysabel had never felt safer or more cherished.
For the first time in her life, she wasn’t afraid of a man’s touch.
It was as if she could feel for the very first time.
His hands were everywhere, touching her carefully, while his mouth seemed to nibble every bit of expose flesh it could.
Lysabel was absolutely helpless against his onslaught, her hands on his broad shoulders, bracing herself so she wouldn’t fall right to the ground.
For certain, it was the only thing holding her upright at the moment.
Her legs were as wobbly as a newborn colt’s.
Somewhere in the distance, a sentry’s cry roused them both from their haze of passion and Trenton’s head shot up, alert for any unwanted interruptions or prying eyes.
But he knew they were exposed in the garden as they were, and his enormous hands went to her face, cupping her cheeks and forcing her to look at him.
“Forgive me for taking the liberties, but I cannot help myself,” he whispered, kissing her yet again. “I suppose I could say it is a foretaste of what is to come, but the truth is that I shall never get you out of my mind, not ever. Now that I have tasted you, I want all of you.”
Lysabel found herself looking into his dark, glittering eyes, her heart beating so forcefully that she was certain he could hear it.
“Tonight,” she whispered. “After the girls are asleep. There is a small service room in the vault, at the base of the stairs. Do you know which chamber I speak of?”
He nodded. “I do.”
“I will be there.”
Without another word, she fled the garden, leaving Trenton breathless and trembling. He’d never felt so aroused in his entire life.
The night was about to get interesting.