Lord Grim's Witch (a medieval romance novelette) Read Online Free PDF Page A
Author: Delilah Devlin
grew hot as she added a soft, “I’m quite wet.”
His hand curved around her jaw, and his thumb stroked her lips. “I think I like this plain speaking.”
She closed her eyes and kissed his thumb, moaning when it slipped inside her mouth. She licked it once then drew back and opened her eyes. She lifted both brows. “Are you always so slow to act upon a woman’s request? ’Tis no surprise you must force women to your bed.” But she followed her teasing cut with a smile, wondering where the courage came for her to join his game.
“I mustn’t let you destroy my reputation for ruthless ravishment,” he growled and reached down to tug her to her feet. Then he gathered her gown and undertunic in his hands and slid them up her body, his hands cupping and kneading as he swept the fabric upward.
When her garments cleared her head, she stood in only her thick stockings and shoes. Her breaths were jagged, so nervous was she standing nearly nude beneath his sharpened gaze, for now he looked slightly feral.
She should have waited until the ale was gone. “I hadn’t planned on sharing milord’s bed when I dressed this morning. I would have worn more clothing.” A gasp escaped her lips when he knelt to slide her stockings down her legs and remove her shoes.
He stood quickly and placed his hands on his hips, his expression taut and wickedly foreboding. “Climb onto the bed.”
Her chin rose, and she issued him a challenge he could not misinterpret. Force me.
His eyelids dipped as his gaze raked over her. Suddenly, he bent and shoved his shoulder into her belly, causing her to fold over him. Before she could catch her breath, she was on her back in the middle of his great bed with his body anchoring her limbs to the mattress.
The feel of his hulking body pressing her deep into the down was overpowering to her senses. He surrounded her. His hands pressed hers high above her head. His hairy chest mashed her breasts. His ankles hooked hers so that his legs rode her outer thighs. His cock nestled between, the blunt head already burrowing between her folds.
“Shall I slow my assault, mistress?”
She tilted her head. “Can you?”
He issued a masculine snort. “No.”
“Since you’ve been frank, I’ll be the same. Take me. Do it now!” She closed her eyes tight, expecting him to drive his manhood deep inside her, but she blinked when he let go of her hands and backed off her body. The moan that broke from her betrayed her disappointment.
He thrust a knee between her legs and pressed them open one at a time. Then he knelt between her splayed thighs and hooked his arms beneath her knees, lifting them from the bed, raising her higher until her bottom also left the mattress.
Gisele wasn’t at all sure she liked this position. She was open, vulnerable—her movements controlled by him. But her body reacted fiercely, her nipples drawing painfully tight, her cunt clasping—the ache deep inside her tightening.
Flexing his hips forward, he found her entrance and pushed the crown of his cock between her folds. His eyes gleamed with triumph.
The pressure brought her down to Earth with a thud. Gisele’s breath caught. She was exactly where he’d wanted her all along. He’d played with her, letting her think she was the one directing this game. He’s somehow manipulated her into making her request that he take charge for this first joining.
As he pushed inward, stretching her, she found she didn’t care whether he’d won or not. She wanted him. Wanted to be filled, to find the ecstasy—even if it lasted only a moment. She bit her lip to hold back her cry as he thrust deeper, burrowing inside her body.
Dear God, his cock was endless! It tunneled inside her, leaving no room for breath or thoughts beyond the need to wriggle and help him settle deeper still.
“Don’t move,” he said, his eyes squeezing tight, perspiration gathering above his lips and on his broad forehead.
“Why?” she asked, surprised she
His hand curved around her jaw, and his thumb stroked her lips. “I think I like this plain speaking.”
She closed her eyes and kissed his thumb, moaning when it slipped inside her mouth. She licked it once then drew back and opened her eyes. She lifted both brows. “Are you always so slow to act upon a woman’s request? ’Tis no surprise you must force women to your bed.” But she followed her teasing cut with a smile, wondering where the courage came for her to join his game.
“I mustn’t let you destroy my reputation for ruthless ravishment,” he growled and reached down to tug her to her feet. Then he gathered her gown and undertunic in his hands and slid them up her body, his hands cupping and kneading as he swept the fabric upward.
When her garments cleared her head, she stood in only her thick stockings and shoes. Her breaths were jagged, so nervous was she standing nearly nude beneath his sharpened gaze, for now he looked slightly feral.
She should have waited until the ale was gone. “I hadn’t planned on sharing milord’s bed when I dressed this morning. I would have worn more clothing.” A gasp escaped her lips when he knelt to slide her stockings down her legs and remove her shoes.
He stood quickly and placed his hands on his hips, his expression taut and wickedly foreboding. “Climb onto the bed.”
Her chin rose, and she issued him a challenge he could not misinterpret. Force me.
His eyelids dipped as his gaze raked over her. Suddenly, he bent and shoved his shoulder into her belly, causing her to fold over him. Before she could catch her breath, she was on her back in the middle of his great bed with his body anchoring her limbs to the mattress.
The feel of his hulking body pressing her deep into the down was overpowering to her senses. He surrounded her. His hands pressed hers high above her head. His hairy chest mashed her breasts. His ankles hooked hers so that his legs rode her outer thighs. His cock nestled between, the blunt head already burrowing between her folds.
“Shall I slow my assault, mistress?”
She tilted her head. “Can you?”
He issued a masculine snort. “No.”
“Since you’ve been frank, I’ll be the same. Take me. Do it now!” She closed her eyes tight, expecting him to drive his manhood deep inside her, but she blinked when he let go of her hands and backed off her body. The moan that broke from her betrayed her disappointment.
He thrust a knee between her legs and pressed them open one at a time. Then he knelt between her splayed thighs and hooked his arms beneath her knees, lifting them from the bed, raising her higher until her bottom also left the mattress.
Gisele wasn’t at all sure she liked this position. She was open, vulnerable—her movements controlled by him. But her body reacted fiercely, her nipples drawing painfully tight, her cunt clasping—the ache deep inside her tightening.
Flexing his hips forward, he found her entrance and pushed the crown of his cock between her folds. His eyes gleamed with triumph.
The pressure brought her down to Earth with a thud. Gisele’s breath caught. She was exactly where he’d wanted her all along. He’d played with her, letting her think she was the one directing this game. He’s somehow manipulated her into making her request that he take charge for this first joining.
As he pushed inward, stretching her, she found she didn’t care whether he’d won or not. She wanted him. Wanted to be filled, to find the ecstasy—even if it lasted only a moment. She bit her lip to hold back her cry as he thrust deeper, burrowing inside her body.
Dear God, his cock was endless! It tunneled inside her, leaving no room for breath or thoughts beyond the need to wriggle and help him settle deeper still.
“Don’t move,” he said, his eyes squeezing tight, perspiration gathering above his lips and on his broad forehead.
“Why?” she asked, surprised she