Page 83 of Midnight Shadow

His touch sent ripples of pleasure through her body. She ached to rush into his arms, but held herself back. She must stay calm and keep her wits about her. She fought the swirling abyss beckoning invitingly to her; she couldn’t let him discover what was hidden on her person.

“I’m sorry I said those hurtful things. But I had to convince you to leave. To protect you.” He kissed her forehead. “Oh, I have missed you! You’ve bewitched me, woman. You’re all I think about. You’re all I want.” His hands moved up to cup her chin. “Bria,” he whispered and slowly lowered his lips to hers.

She knew she should stop him. She knew she shouldn’t let him say and do these things to her, making her feel so wonderful when she feared he was lying to her. But his expert kiss sent wave after wave of desire pounding through her. She moved closer to him, wanting him with a fierce longing she’d never known. As his lips caressed hers, blazing a fiery path across her skin, desire fanned the flame of passion within her and she knew she couldn’t resist him; she knew she didn’t want to.

But she jerked away from him. Her weapon! She had to keep it hidden. She couldn’t let him feel the metal or find her costume. He mustn’t discover her secret.

Bria stepped around him to the bed. Hidden half in darkness, she slid the cloak from her shoulders, keeping the costume concealed within the sleeve. Revealing her nakedness, she carefully placed the brown cloak on a nearby chest, cautiously hiding the sword beneath it.

Terran stepped up behind her, startling her as he swept her against him in a tight embrace. “You come to warn me wearing nothing but a robe? I doubt your intentions are honorable,” he teased. He pulled her against his hard chest. Bria wrapped her arms around him. Their kiss deepened and her consciousness seemed to ebb and then brighten more than ever, her senses alive with each of his strokes and caresses.

His hands moved gently down her back, pulling her closer to him, holding her as though he truly had missed her. Bria wanted to believe it. She’d missed him so!

His skin seemed to be on fire where it touched hers, and it ignited her own flesh. He pressed kisses along her neck and down her chest to her breasts. She gasped as he cupped one small globe and caressed it.

Lowering his head to the very tip, he pressed small, gentle kisses to her flesh. Her nipples hardened instantly beneath his lips. Waves of pleasure rolled over her, engulfing her in their rapture. Her knees weakened and she collapsed on the bed.

Terran lay down beside her, continuing his tantalizing exploration of her flesh.

Bria gasped as he opened his lips to take one nipple into his mouth. She arched her back, inviting him to delve further, but he pulled back to untie his leggings, and she helped slide them over his hips.

Terran pushed her back on the bed, holding her hands over her head, trapping her beneath him. Bria groaned softly, desperately.

Terran reclaimed her lips in a moment of unrestrained desire and love. He pressed kisses to her eyes, her cheeks, her neck. Then his hand moved over her taut stomach to her hip, caressing her flesh in slow circles. His fingers burned into her skin, leaving a path of tingles in their wake. Passion pounded molten blood through her veins as his caresses moved slowly, teasingly, to the spot where she needed him to touch her. Bria groaned and tentatively thrust her hips.

But he continued to torment her with slow circles over her downy curls as he ravaged her with kisses.

Finally, he lowered his fingers to her womanly folds. He teased and stroked and touched her until her impatience grew to explosive heights. She arched and moaned until she thought she could stand no more.

He moved over her, the length of his body covering hers. She opened her legs to welcome him into her body. His manhood filled her completely, sliding deep inside her. He lay still for a moment, kissing her neck and lips. Then, he began to move, slowly at first, but then with a building crescendo. Bria’s body responded immediately, and together they found a tempo that bound their bodies and minds as one.

Waves of ecstasy lifted her higher and higher with each thrust until she exploded in a fiery crest of sensations. She rode the wave into the sky, rising higher and higher until she touched the very heavens above. She returned to earth on a glistening wave of satisfaction and completion.

When she opened her eyes to look at Terran, his eyes were closed and his face was taut with a culmination of explosive joy and pleasure. She reached for him and pulled him close. His body trembled against hers.

For a long moment, Bria held him, enjoying the warmth of his arms and body engulfing her. She caressed his back, marveling at the sensations pulsing through her, the remnants of shared rapture.

With a sigh, Terran rolled off her and pulled her tight against him. Bria pressed her ear against the flat planes of his chest and listened to his heart beating. She could have sworn her heart beat with the same rhythm. She’d never known such happiness. Then --

“How did you come to be inside Castle Knowles?” Terran asked quietly. “And how did you know Kathryn was in my room last night?”

Bria froze, though her heart had started racing. “Are you going to send me away again?”

“Shh,” Terran soothed, trying to draw her closer to him. But Bria resisted and Terran relaxed his hold. “Bria,” he pleaded, “how can I trust you if you will not tell me the name of my enemy? I know he’s near and you have spoken to him. Only he could have told you about Kathryn.”

“The Midnight Shadow isn’t your enemy. He is the protector of the innocent, the fighter of injustice.”

“Give me his name, Bria.”

Bria sat up and looked at Terran. “Why won’t you believe me?” She clenched her fists before her. “Why don’t you listen to me? Why aren’t you looking into my accusations against Kenric? He is your enemy, not the Midnight Shadow.” She sighed and dropped her hands to her lap. She loved him so much. She wanted him to understand, to know what Kenric was doing and planning. She wanted to protect Terran and work with him. But he was refusing her. With a growl of frustration, she jumped out of bed and reached for her cloak. As she picked it up, her sword fell from its folds.

Terran watched with widening eyes as the weapon clattered against the stone floor. A scowl etched his brow. “What’s this?”

The answer came to her lips in an instant, the culmination of her frustration and anger. “You did not think I would return to Castle Knowles, to Kenric, without a weapon, did you?”

He guffawed. “What good is a sword if you don’t know how to use it? Wouldn’t a dagger have been more fitting?”

Bria shrugged, but inside she seethed at his presumption, the presumption of all men who saw women as defenseless creatures, as stupid as they were weak. She answered with a similar presumption. “The bigger the weapon, the greater the defense.”