Authors: Elizabeth Hunter,Grace Draven
Tags: #Gothic romance
Nathaniel followed Lenore’s wide-eyed gaze to his erection, swollen and stiff.
His hands fluttered at his side as if to cover himself and went still at Lenore’s abrupt “Don’t.”
Lenore wet her lips with her tongue, smiling faintly at Nathaniel’s sudden focus on her face.
“It must have been a...challenging task, flipping and tumbling about with such a...”
She frowned, searching for the right word.
“Weapon?” Nathaniel offered.
They shared a chuckle.
“Just so,” she said.
He glanced down a second time.
“Believe me, I was just as surprised as you when I first saw it.”
“Impressed too, I’ll wager.”
Her short time aboard the
had been an education in many ways, not the least an observance that men in general possessed an obsessive interest in the size and potency of their own genitalia, along with an insatiable need to brag about it to each other.
Nathaniel confirmed that belief when he shrugged and said “Hard not to be.”
Lenore grinned and shook her head.
She padded to him, the floor cold under her feet, her nipples drawn tight in the room’s cool air, despite the heat from the hearth lit in one corner of the room.
“Make me warm, husband.
I’m freezing here.”
He leapt to do her bidding, lifting her in his arms to carry her to the bed.
They burrowed under the covers, wrapped around each other in a tangle of limbs.
Lenore learned every angle and sweep of Nathaniel’s body, its taste and scent, the way his narrow hips angled so that he seated himself firmly between her thighs.
She carded his soft, white hair and mapped the length of his back with her lips.
She followed the path of silvery veins just under his skin with her fingers, tickling and teasing in a way that made him laugh and moan by turns.
Unlike her, he knew her body, remembered how to make her back arch as he sucked the tips of her breasts and played his tongue over her nipples.
He recalled just how to make her mew his name when he slid down, propped her legs over his shoulders and tipped the velvet until her hips bucked hard enough to make the bed bounce and her heels dug into his back.
She was sheened with sweat and gasping when he slithered up her body and pounced, his tongue sliding into her mouth even as he
spread her thighs with his and thrust deep.
Nathaniel paused, his chest heaving like hard-worked bellows.
He rested his forehead against Lenore’s, and she heard the strain in his voice as he fought for control.
“I remember this,” he whispered.
“I remember, and it is paradise.”
Lenore, half dizzy with the exquisite feel of Nathaniel buried deep inside her, stole his breath with a slow hungry kiss.
“I never forgot,” she said when they broke for air.
“I dreamed about you all the time.”
She didn’t know if her words or the involuntary flex of slippery muscles sent him over the edge, but he gasped and shuddered, eyes rolling back as his back arched.
He angled his hips so that his pelvis rubbed just the right way in just the right spot.
Lenore climaxed a second time, and Nathaniel groaned her name into her neck as he came.
They lay together in a knot of limbs and twisted bedclothes.
Lenore longer felt the chill and played idly with idea of opening the bedroom’s single window to cool them.
She lay under Nathaniel, whose long body was draped over hers and most of the bed.
His head rested between her breasts, a most convenient spot for him to press a kiss to a plump curve or a rosy nipple.
Lenore jumped and tugged a lock of his hair when his tongue flicked out to tease the tip.
“Stop that,” she ordered and giggled.
“I’m ticklish now.”
He raised his head to stare at her.
She liked his half smiles very much.
“I remember that too,” he said before returning to his favored spot with the promise to behave himself.
Silent laughter made his shoulders shake.
Lenore tucked her chin and stared down at him.
“Why are you laughing?”
He rose, bracing himself on his forearms where they rested on either side of Lenore’s shoulders.
His fingers traced the contours of her ears and played in her hair.
“Your mother must be beside herself.
Her only child married to a bone keeper.”
Lenore harrumphed, not at all liking her mother’s intrusion, even in casual conversation, into the bedroom.
“I think she’ll secretly be glad I finally married.
Maybe with enough time, and a few glasses of sherry to help her along, she might even refer to you as the Honorable Mr. Gordon, protector of the dignified deceased instead of ‘that creature’.”
Nathaniel’s expression brightened.
“You truly think so?”
“Ah well, it’s a rare man who gains the affections of his mother-in-law.”
“In this case, please consider it a blessing if Mama withholds hers.”
The grimace melted, and she sighed her pleasure when he feathered kisses down her nose, to her sensitive philtrum and finally to her lips, still swollen from his earlier attentions.
“It’s of no importance to me, as long as I keep the affections of her daughter.”
Lenore cupped the sides of his head and lifted his face so she could look deep into his strange, ethereal gaze.
“You will bring me great happiness,” she said in tones that demanded he believe her.
“You already do.”
His lids dropped for a moment, hiding the expression in his eyes.
She gasped when he opened them again, revealing the fires of devotion and hope.
“You will bring spring and white roses to the graveyard,” he said, and his voice echoed back and back as if all eternity rose inside him to spill from his lips in a declaration of his faith in her.
Humbled and stunned, Lenore blinked back tears.
She stroked his hair, his elegant face.
“I will be content to bring you joy,” she said, her words thick in her mouth.
Nathaniel kissed her deeply before pressing his lips to her ear.
“You do that simply by breathing.
ELIZABETH HUNTER and GRACE DRAVEN are both writers of paranormal and fantasy romance with over twenty works of fiction between them. Both love writing complicated characters who fall in love. They really like each other's work and thought it would fun to do some creepy, creepy Gothic romance stories together.
They also both like hummus and large dogs, red wine and traveling. They spend too much time talking about books and probably not enough time doing the laundry. Their readers are grateful they live very far apart, because if they lived closer, they probably wouldn't get as much work done.
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