To hell with his vow! Truth. Chivalry. To hell with allof them! He wanted her. More than he had ever wanted any woman.
And he meant to have her.
Right now, that was all that mattered.
"How about this, my lady fair?" he whispered,nibbling her neck while he lathered her breasts and belly. His slippery palmsslid up and down her arms and her slender legs, then along her inner thighs,his fingernails lightly grazing her tender flesh. He cupped his large hands andrinsed her, caressing the soap from her flushed skin with both rough and gentlestrokes.
Leila gripped his taut, powerful biceps and futilelytried to push his arms away even as she felt her body swiftly betraying herreason. She no longer felt the coolness of the water, only the scorching heatof his touch. His hands were heavy and warm upon her, arousing unbelievablepleasure wherever they roamed. A strange tension was spreading through her bodyand consuming her, a throbbing ache building between her thighs.
Dear God, what was this wild madness seizing her? Itwas a sin, this feeling! She wanted him to stop, didn't she?
"No, you must stop," she demanded raggedly ashis hands glided inward from her hips and sank lower into the junction of herthighs. He parted her legs wide, his fingers venturing into her softness, andhe stroked the quivering inner folds. "Stop," she moaned. "Oh,please . . ."
"How can you want me to stop, Leila, when yourbody is on fire with need?"camehis husky wordsin her ear. His fingers delved deeper, only to slide out again and again tocircle the sensitive bud he found buried there. "You're so hot, like flame. . . and so tight . . ."
She jerked against his hand, his intimate touch toomuch, too sweet, too terrible. "Barbarian!" she cried out. "Ihate you for this! Hate you!"
"Ah, woman, you may hate me, but you also desireme," Guy said hoarsely, his tongue flicking across her ear. "Yourneed is running wild through your blood like the drug coursing in mine. I havereason to hate you as well for what you have done to me, but I cannot. Icannot!"
Leila gasped as he rose suddenly and lifted her wetbody from the tub in a cascade of glistening water. In the next instant he wasstraddling her on the bed, the velvet curtains hanging torn from their woodenpoles because he had wrenched them so violently aside. His towel was gone, hisown rampant desire alarmingly evident, hard, swollen, and poised above herbelly.
"Remember this, Leila," he whispered, hiseyes burning into hers with an intensity that matched the heat of his huge,heavily muscled thighs. "After tonight you will never be free of me. Iswear it! Somehow . . . somehow I will have you for my—" He did not finishbut swayed slightly above her, then slammed his fist down on the mattress,groaning, "No,dammit! No! Not yet!"
Through the passion which gripped her, Leila knew thatthe opiate was weakening him. Just as she knew when he claimed her lips in acrushing kiss that it still would not fell him in time to save her. As histongue hungrily sought the soft, inner depths of her mouth, she thoughtfleetingly that she should fight him, but she couldn't. She wanted him. Be itsin or the devil taunting her, she wanted him.
Guy blanketed her with his huge, hot body, and allthought fled.
There was no more right and wrong, no past and future,only the furiousonslaught of his carnal kiss, histouch, his lips, his tongue. He seemed to be everywhere at once, stroking her,caressing her, his movements urgent and wild. She gave herself up completely tothe trembling desire which threatened to explode from some deep, mysteriousplace. She was lost to feelings and sensations her body had never known . . .
The wet, shivering wonder of Guy nuzzling at herbreasts, his licking tongue and nipping teeth like sweet torture to her rousednipples. His lips pulled upon her until she was half mad with delight and sheentangled her fingers in his damp hair, moaning incoherently.
The weight of him, the incredible feel of him upon heras he pressed her down into the soft mattress. His muscles rippled beneath herfrantic hands, his every movement bursting with strength and power.
As his knee nudged apart her legs, his fingers slidinto her again and teased the quivering bud of flesh until she was writhing andgasping beneath him. Shards of heat and ecstasy pierced her, the throbbing achenow a fire raging out of control. She scarcely knew when his fingers werereplaced by a mightier presence which suddenly drove deep into her body,filling her completely.
Leila cried out, half whimper, half scream, startled bythe sharp, searing sensation where an instant before she had felt onlydelirious splendor.
"Shhh, love. Feel memove inside you,"cameGuy's throaty command. "Thinkonly of the pleasure. The pain will soon pass. I promise you."
She gripped his back, spreading her legs as he sankinto her, slowly withdrew,thensheathed himself inher tightness again and again.
"Only the pleasure, Leila . . . sweet, so hot. Doyou feel it?" he whispered raggedly.
"Yes . . . yes," she moaned, the pain quicklyfading as her hips began to instinctively meet his quickening thrusts. As thesensations became more intense, more overwhelming, she wound her legs aroundhis hips, wanting more of him . . . wanting all of him.
"Ah, God, woman, you are mine!" Guy groanedvehemently, slamming his body into hers until they were both shaking withdesire. "No one else shall have you!"
And in the blinding moment of glory that suddenly burstupon her, Leila believed him.
She was his as she had been no other man's, and sheclung tightly to him, clutching his shoulders and gripping his taut buttockswith her legs as he shuddered and spilled his hot, surging seed deep insideher. She arched wildly to meet him,laughingandcrying and certain she was dying, for such wondrous pleasure could surely notbe of this earth.
"Oh God. Leila . . . Leila!"
Deliciously dazed and panting hard, she fell back onthe mattress as Guy collapsed heavily on top of her. She was so full ofhim,she could feel his body still throbbing from his climax.It was only after what seemed an eternity, when he still did not move, that sherealized with a start he was unconscious. The splendid afterglow was instantlyshattered, harsh reality hitting her like a cruel slap in the face.
Assailed by guilt and anger, Leila began to strugglebeneath his weight, desperately trying to extricate herself from their wildtangle of limbs and wet hair. But it soon became apparent that her efforts wereuseless. In his drugged stupor Guy held her as fast as any bonds, his bodyimpaling hers.
Overcome by a tumult of emotions, Leila began to cry,great, wrenching sobs that made it all the more difficult to breathe. She hadnever felt such wretched helplessness or such confusion.
