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This is just a glimpse of a story (dare I call it a novel?!) that I am working on. I hope you enjoy it...I know I did....There was darkness. Shadows played across her eyes as she squeezed her eyelids tightly shut. "Open yer eyes for me, lass," Came a voice, murmuring in her ear, his breath sweet as honeyed mead against her cheek. "I want you to watch me touch you." She opened her eyes; they had darkened with passion and resembled the purest jade. His finger traced her features, her brow, her cheek, lingered on her lips. "You are truly exquisite." It trailed down her chin, her neck. She gasped as he touched the swell of her breast and warmth began to spread from her center, setting her nerves on fire. She sighed wishing he would lean closer, wanting to feel the heat from his body, wishing she could see his features, wanting him to come from the shadows. His hand traveled lower, squeezed her narrow waist, over the swell of her hips, playing over her full thighs down to her ankles. She gasped in pleasure as his hand traveled back up, slipping underneath her gown, his hand on her skin, searing her flesh. She groaned as did he. He leaned forward capturing her lips in a kiss that scorched her soul, branding her forever. "Mine," he whispered... Rhiannon sat up with a gasp, her breath rushing in and out of her lungs, her breasts heaving and tingling with a remembered touch. She was flushed and a mild sheen of sweat covered her body. Wow, she thought to herself, now that was a dream! She removed her damp clothing, her body still tingling with pleasure. She struggled to remember it clearly, his voice, his words, his touch. Why could she not see his face? Her body seemed to burn in the places he had caressed her. She touched her fingers to her lips and the memory of it caused her to ache in her most secret places. The room was dark and quiet, though she could hear voices coming from down the hall. She struggled to remember the things he said, not realizing her own hands traveled the same paths as his, searching to appease the heat that sprang to life from her own touch. That a dream could excite her in such a manner that no man she had ever been with was able to, puzzled and embarrassed her a bit, but she was terribly excited now. Her hands traveled to her breasts, massaging, teasing, the nipples hardening under her ministrations. She arched her back, thrusting her breasts forward, squeezing her legs tightly together, the ache there building. She closed her eyes with the pleasure of it, her tongue wetting her lips. She licked her fingers and touched her nipples with the wet tips, tugging them, flicking them 'til they hardened like ripe rose buds. It was his tongue, circling her nipple before drawing it in to his mouth. Her breath came in a bit faster and the tiniest whimper escaped her. Her hand traveled slowly down her flat stomach to the dark curls at the juncture of her thighs, and slid in between the soft folds. She sighed with the pleasure of it, working her hand gently, the pressure building slowly. She stroked herself faster, harder. God, she could almost smell him, cedar and leather and sweat. Could almost hear him whispering those words in her ear. Her bottom lip caught between her teeth, and faster she stroked. His hands, his hands on her, strong and calloused, capable of such strength but touching her with a gentleness, unseemly for such large hands. She wanted him terribly, and she stroked faster. Her hips raised, pressing into her hand. Oh, God, she thought to herself, how I want you! She wanted to come. On the edge of the precipice, her hand stroking, stroking. Her breasts heavy, her body begging for release. BANG BANG BANG! Damnit, damnit, DAMNIT!!!! She screamed in her head. Rhiannon sat straight up. I don't get it this good with a partner, she fumed. She lay back against the pillow and sighed deeply and with regret for what was lost. "Yes?" she called out. "Ree, wake up. Supper's ready if yer wantin' to come out and join us," Michael called through the door. Rhiannon sighed longingly. "I'll be out shortly." His footsteps retreated from her doorway and she lay there, her hair spread across her pillow, looking absolutely beautiful. She gave one more thought to her dream warrior before crawling out of bed and dressing for supper.___________________[sig]RonnieCiao[/sig]

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