Quite suddenly, she felt a calm overcome her as she relaxed in his arms.
Was it lust?
How could she make love with an Indian? Still another voice asked, 'How could she not'.
From the moment he touched her, she willed herself to be still, to be patient, and to let it happen.
This is what she'd waited a lifetime for, this moment, with this man. Nevertheless, he was an Indian, her mind cried!
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He had no need to fight her, for he felt the movement of her own lips against his, soft, yielding and so sweet.
A dream like intimacy wove around them, as he forgot his aim to save her, and bask in her response to his kisses. Somehow, her arms flew around his neck and urged the next kiss as she reached to touch his lips with her own.
She reached for him!
Shock registered at first, and then a slow smile spread over his face, making him even more appealing as he lifted his head to stare into her beautiful blue eyes.
However, he knew the squaw watched and would tell the others the next day. The mixed emotions that his gaze held, should have warned her. However, he realized he was lost to the moment himself. It was no longer some show for the squaw. What was taking place was real. He felt it, knew it, and embraced it.
He had to take her, or her fate would be sealed. He looked down at Eve who was complacent now. "May your God forgive me? I must do this…it is for your own good. Do not scream! For I will never hurt you! But I must do this…" Something in his voice stilled her.
He slowly lifted his shirt and then her skirt and kissing her deeply, his warm hand moved along her thigh. She closed her eyes, as his hands explored her. She tensed for only a moment, but the way he touched her, made her quiver against him with the shock of pure desire.
"This isn't a dream, is it?" She whispered not with fear but of expectations.
"No, relax, and I will pleasure you," he whispered between kisses and she pulled him closer for another kiss. White-hot desire speared through them as they began moving together now. Shock riveted through him as she moved toward and not away.
His hand made its way to her inner core.
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Her mouth opened in awe of the moment. His strokes were so gentle and endlessly arousing. His hands moved to gently ready her for what was to come. Never had she experienced such a wonderful enlightenment.
All the ugly cruel moments with her husband faded into oblivion now, as Hawk retaught her the art of making love with a man.
Her eyes glazed with undeniable desire from his exquisite torture. He stared down at her, caressing her with his eyes. He opened her shirt slowly. She waited with baited breath to see what he might do next. His eyes gazed upon her with such pleasure that her heart hammered when she looked at him. A pleasure she'd never witnessed with her husband. He had never wanted to look upon her like that.
"To look upon you is heaven." He whispered, his hand slowly uncovered one breast, as his thumb absently feathered the nipple. She closed her eyes again, memorizing the feel, the touch, the smell, the heat. She gasped from the slightest touch of his hand.
She felt the wet between her legs that had never happened before, she felt the heat from her own body, but what she saw in his eyes mesmerized her.
No man had ever looked at her like that. She closed her eyes, and he fondled her breasts.
Every kiss, every touch, every movement was for her pleasure. How could she refuse him now?
When she opened her eyes, there was no fear, only a heated desire. Not lust, but true desire. His head bent, and his lips covered a slightly swollen nipple. She moaned aloud this time, unable to stifle the erotic touches of his mouth. The way his tongue massaged the ache at her breasts had her molding herself against him. She held him tightly now, not wanting him to stop, not knowing where it would go. Her hands were on his massive shoulders now, and the satin of his skin.
Alarm bells should have gone off. Perhaps, maybe!
She shook her head, but the boldness of his touch, and the look in his eyes as he glanced at her, sent a wave of sensations through her like she'd never known. This man wanted her, needed her, and openly desired her. It was a heady knowledge for her to take in.
How could she refuse his gentle taking of her?
It had never been this way with Harold, her mind skidded, trying to find reason. He had mounted her, taken his own needs and dismounted. There was no lovemaking. Even his kisses had been harsh, unrelenting and emotionless. She had come not to expect it. However, this strange and wonderful pleasure Hawk gave was nothing like that. He supped her lips, and then her nipples as his hand stayed ever busy. He cupped her buttocks and tugged her toward him.
His touches sent her reeling. She wanted his taking.