Stripped of all the barriers of propriety, she ached for some unknown fulfillment. His hands slid over her belly slowly, as though he were memorizing her, and then lower, slowly edging his way to her womanhood. She panted her eyes big and round, her body throbbing with a need. Spreading her thighs, she welcomed him, as his hand curled into her, his fingers exploring the warm, wet recess of her inner core. Instead of entering her, his head dipped to kiss her there.
Desire exploded through her.
He could have just taken her, and been done with it.
Never in all her years had she ever expected such uncontrolled ecstasy. She moaned raggedly, squeezing his head with her legs. She bent to the throes of passion. Her head going back and forth as her body throbbed with eager anticipation. She grabbed his hair and hung on as she wrapped her legs around him. She almost screamed, not out of fear, but out of joy of such a release. She was lost to a world she'd never known. How could this be? It was so wonderful, her mind screamed at her.
She extended her body toward him eagerly, as an offering to him. She prodded him onward with his movements allowing him every access to her body.
He rose up, stared at her and, spreading her shirt wide so he could see her, all of her; he sighed and smiled into her face. His eyes feasted on her. "You are so beautiful. We must be one…You are a virgin to love." He murmured. Her eyes closed and she moaned the ecstasy that his hand created when he touched her nipples with his thumbs. Her breasts tingled. How could he be so gentle and so big at the same time? She squirmed, unable to stifle the slight moans. Fire spread through her like a hot spear. Her eyes wide, her mouth opened. Her body readied itself for him.
He felt her move beneath him and it shocked him. He suddenly realized she was trying to scramble away. He began to kiss her once more, first her mouth, and then slowly down her neck. Suddenly he pushed her blouse off removing it, and throwing it to the side. He snuggled his nose against her breast, his tongue feathering the tips of her nipples until she brought herself against him. When his heated arousal plunged into her deeply, she moved toward him, instead of against him. Their union was a welcome reprieve from the torture of his erotic touches. His eyes stared as passion overrode common sense and she was plunged into some wild, erotic pleasure. His mouth smothered her nipple once more, flicking his tongue gently over her, slowly, erotically stripping her of the need to cry out, and yet, needs rippled through her body like a tidal wave. Lost for the moment, she rode some epic tide within her.
Gently he rolled her over so she was on top, and he encouraged her to enjoy the moment.
"Be free…let it go…enjoy it." He encouraged. "Don't fight it. You are mine now."
Suddenly, his words sank into her heart. His expression was a strange mixture of desire and something more. He told her everything would be all right. She threw back her head, held herself proudly, and moved with him with such abandon he could only smile into her face. She allowed him a bold look, and he absorbed her with it.
She forgot who she was, where she was, only that the needs outweighed anything else. Her body was a slave to his driving force. His movements were slow, provocative and yet driving himself deeper inside her. She felt her own muscle begin to work to pull him closer. Her body welcomed him, her muscles clutching him, enticing him onward.
The heat of the moment consumed them, and suddenly she forgot to struggle, but clung to him as his seed spilled within her and the moment raised her to a new level. Never had she experienced the pleasure of making love with a man. She reached a peak and held on, as they shuddered against each other wildly. Stars were in her eyes, a smile of such complete contentment swept over her as she clung to him, sighing with such satisfaction. She kissed his chest as she came down from the high.
The union was glorious, and once satiated, they collapsed into each other's arms.
He kissed her once more, as his hand rested against her pert nipple. He smiled with contentment. He'd never imagined such a coming together, but he would keep it in his heart forever.
~*~
They slept for some time, in each other's arms. Yet when her nipple became swollen and hard against his palm, he opened his eyes, and kissed her deeply. She turned herself into him, welcoming his kisses. Knowing she was asleep, he opened his eyes and kissed her nose. Shocked that he had let it go that far, he pulled away. She laid limp now, her face relaxed in repose, her breasts rising and falling so quickly, and he realized he had satiated the years of yearning in one moment, for both of them.
He covered her, kissed her sweet lips, and started to roll over to go to sleep. He stared into her lovely face, where the throws of passion still lingered, like a soft after thought. He kissed her lips softly. "Now they won't touch you," he whispered, kissed her nose and rolled over.
To pretend it hadn't happened was impossible, and to pretend he hadn't enjoyed it even more so. Never had he let himself go so easily, nor given so freely of himself to a woman. He couldn't look at her any longer the throes of passion made her even more beautif
ul. Her cheeks were a rosey red, her lips even redder. He knew he should feel shame, but for the life of him, all he felt was a deep abiding love for the woman.
The white man would scourge him from the earth for what he had just done!
The old woman had watched, smiled and nodded to him before he closed his eyes. He had accomplished his goal, to keep her safe, and much more.
He'd found heaven for a moment, and he would remember it forever.
He opened his eyes and saw the old squaw. She was smiling.
Good, he thought finally closing his eyes, the old woman would tell everyone tomorrow that the woman was his and they would leave her alone until his return. That was his intent. However, Hawk knew that his intent had grown into something much more. Perhaps he should feel sorry for her. Yet his memory of her riding the tide with him to the end, made him proud more than sorry. They would never speak of it probably, but he would carry it with him forever.
She didn't know it, but she was his! Their hearts were promised. It was done!
Before he had touched her, he knew it was the only way the others would not have touched her, for she was a captive and to the other braves, fair game. He had to claim her as his. He had to! Nevertheless, the reason he had to, was twofold.
That was his reasoning, but it was what was meant to be.
Before sleep came, he had to admit that their brief but thorough union had given him an inner strength to finish the task before him. He would have to return soon, or they would kill her and the child. She carried his seed now; he would protect her with his life! Her and her children.
Chapter Four
The next morning, when she awoke, he was gone. She felt the void immediately. Eve moved about slowly, her face flushing when she realized what had happened the night before. It wasn't what he had done, but what she had! She responded to him. Anger festered within her. She had trusted him to protect her, but who would protect her from him?