The Knight and the Seer Read Online Free PDF Page B
Author: Ruth Langan
worked ahead of my brain. It is my great weakness.” He brushed a kiss over the back of one hand, then the other, and experienced the most amazing rush of feeling. As though he’d just stepped off a high, steep cliff and was crashing to earth.
As for Gwenellen, the mere press of his lips to her flesh had her heart fluttering in her chest like a caged bird. Wide-eyed, speechless, she looked up at him just in time to catch the glint of something dark and dangerous that had crept into his eyes.
With reluctance he released her hands and started to back away. With no warning he caught her roughly by the upper arms, drawing her close.
Against her lips he muttered, “Woman, what have you done to me?”
Gwenellen had never in her life been caught by such surprise. One moment she’d been thinking about slapping his arrogant face. The next, her mind was wiped clear of all thought. It was impossible to think while those warm, clever lips were skimming hers. While those big calloused hands were gliding down her back, setting fires everywhere they touched. The very blood in her veins seemed to heat and thicken, until it flowed like molten lava. Her lips softened and warmed to him, while deep inside she felt a tug unlike anything she’d ever known.
Andrew absorbed a series of shocks. His body was suddenly alive with need. All his senses were sharpened. He could taste her. So sweet and exotic, it made his head swim. A taste that had him hungry for more. The woman scent of her filled him until he was drowning in her. He could feel her in every part of his body.
He hadn’t meant for this to happen. But now that his hands were on her, his lips moving over hers, there was no stopping it.
There was such innocence here. He swallowed back her little gasp of surprise and took the kiss deeper, until he felt her lean into him and offer more.
His hands were in her hair. It was as soft as he’d imagined. Finer than the finest silk. His mouth whispered over her lips, her face, the tip of her nose, before returning to claim her lips once more.
Andrew knew he’d overstepped his bounds. It was clear from the hesitant way she responded that she’d never experienced such a thing before. And yet he couldn’t resist. Not when her lips were so sweet. Not when her body was leaning into his, making him achingly aware of how perfectly she fit against him. The tug of desire was shocking in its intensity. The thought of filling himself with all that sweetness was almost overpowering.
When she sighed he breathed her in and allowed himself the pleasure of one last lingering kiss. Then, calling on all his willpower, he lifted his head and took a step back.
His tone, when he finally spoke, was gruff, mirroring the confusion he felt. Had this female bewitched him? What else could explain what had just happened between them? His father was barely cold in his grave, Sabrina was being held captive, and he was allowing himself to dally with a…witch. “I’ll arrange for someone in the village to return you to your kingdom on the morrow.”
“Return me? But I…”
He held up a hand to silence her protest. “I realize you would prefer one of your…spells, but I cannot leave your safety to chance. I owe you that much, at least, for the help you gave me this day. Be prepared to leave at first light.”
He held her door, giving her no choice but to step inside. Gwenellen prayed her legs wouldn’t fail her. Closing the door, she leaned weakly against it and listened as the door across the hallway closed.
Crossing the room she sank down on the edge of the bed. “Oh, Father. What am I to do now? Andrew doesn’t want my help. He wants me to leave. And why not? I must seem the silliest of fools with that clumsy spell that went awry. And then that…kiss.” It had seemed so much more than a kiss, but she thought it best not to mention that to her father. “How can I stay and help him now? How can I possibly challenge the will of this man?”
She
As for Gwenellen, the mere press of his lips to her flesh had her heart fluttering in her chest like a caged bird. Wide-eyed, speechless, she looked up at him just in time to catch the glint of something dark and dangerous that had crept into his eyes.
With reluctance he released her hands and started to back away. With no warning he caught her roughly by the upper arms, drawing her close.
Against her lips he muttered, “Woman, what have you done to me?”
Gwenellen had never in her life been caught by such surprise. One moment she’d been thinking about slapping his arrogant face. The next, her mind was wiped clear of all thought. It was impossible to think while those warm, clever lips were skimming hers. While those big calloused hands were gliding down her back, setting fires everywhere they touched. The very blood in her veins seemed to heat and thicken, until it flowed like molten lava. Her lips softened and warmed to him, while deep inside she felt a tug unlike anything she’d ever known.
Andrew absorbed a series of shocks. His body was suddenly alive with need. All his senses were sharpened. He could taste her. So sweet and exotic, it made his head swim. A taste that had him hungry for more. The woman scent of her filled him until he was drowning in her. He could feel her in every part of his body.
He hadn’t meant for this to happen. But now that his hands were on her, his lips moving over hers, there was no stopping it.
There was such innocence here. He swallowed back her little gasp of surprise and took the kiss deeper, until he felt her lean into him and offer more.
His hands were in her hair. It was as soft as he’d imagined. Finer than the finest silk. His mouth whispered over her lips, her face, the tip of her nose, before returning to claim her lips once more.
Andrew knew he’d overstepped his bounds. It was clear from the hesitant way she responded that she’d never experienced such a thing before. And yet he couldn’t resist. Not when her lips were so sweet. Not when her body was leaning into his, making him achingly aware of how perfectly she fit against him. The tug of desire was shocking in its intensity. The thought of filling himself with all that sweetness was almost overpowering.
When she sighed he breathed her in and allowed himself the pleasure of one last lingering kiss. Then, calling on all his willpower, he lifted his head and took a step back.
His tone, when he finally spoke, was gruff, mirroring the confusion he felt. Had this female bewitched him? What else could explain what had just happened between them? His father was barely cold in his grave, Sabrina was being held captive, and he was allowing himself to dally with a…witch. “I’ll arrange for someone in the village to return you to your kingdom on the morrow.”
“Return me? But I…”
He held up a hand to silence her protest. “I realize you would prefer one of your…spells, but I cannot leave your safety to chance. I owe you that much, at least, for the help you gave me this day. Be prepared to leave at first light.”
He held her door, giving her no choice but to step inside. Gwenellen prayed her legs wouldn’t fail her. Closing the door, she leaned weakly against it and listened as the door across the hallway closed.
Crossing the room she sank down on the edge of the bed. “Oh, Father. What am I to do now? Andrew doesn’t want my help. He wants me to leave. And why not? I must seem the silliest of fools with that clumsy spell that went awry. And then that…kiss.” It had seemed so much more than a kiss, but she thought it best not to mention that to her father. “How can I stay and help him now? How can I possibly challenge the will of this man?”
She