Still panting from the liquid lightning orgasm she’d just had, Aurora almost gave her true name. Swallowing back the deadly admission, she gave the name Millie used.
“Briar Rose.”
“That is an odd name.”
“What is your name?”
“Hawk.”
Aurora leaned back far enough to look at him and lifted a brow. “You call my name odd?”
“Very well then, we are named for plants and beasts, neither one of us human.”
Aurora flexed her hips, his softened cock, which had slid down between her thighs to nestle against her well-used sex, rubbing against her. “What we just did feels all too human to me.”
“Or perhaps it is animalistic in its ferocity.”
“I did warn you of the ferocity of the woodland creatures.”
“You did.” Hawk leaned back, his hands on her hips to steady her as he lifted her away from the trunk and then set her down on unsteady legs.
“So, Briar Rose, what are you doing out here in the middle of the day, stealing the clothes of strange men and letting them have their wicked way with you?”
“You are mistaken, sir. It is I who had my wicked way with you.”
“Pardon me.”
“And my reasons for being here are my own.”
Something in her voice must have alerted him, for he spoke softly. “I mean no criticism.”
Aurora stepped away, headed for the stream. “Very well.”
Kneeling by the stream she cupped some water and gently washed her belly, though it felt that most of his seed had seeped into her dress.
“Will you return my clothes now?”
She looked over her shoulder, frowning at his soft cock. “Can you not go again?”
“Peace, lady, I need some time.”
“You look young; you should be able to go again soon.”
“You know much about this?”
“Apparently more than you.” That startled a laugh from him, and the pleasantly low masculine sound skittered up her back.
“Well, Briar Rose, might I redeem myself in your eyes?”
“As soon as your ‘reward’ rises once more.”
“There are other things I might do to help…pass the time.” Hawk assisted her to rise and then finished loosening her laces, slipping the dress up and off.
Aurora stood, unashamedly naked, the sunlight hallowing her hair and highlighting the pink of her lips and nipples.
“Has anyone ever told you how beautiful you are, Briar Rose?”
“Beauty is a trick, a spell.”
“Then I am enchanted.”
Dropping to one knee Hawk spread out her dress and then held out his arms to her. When she stepped into them he grabbed her waist, assisting her down.
Aurora ran her hands under her hair, spreading it on the grass above her head, not wanting it trapped under her body.
Hawk lay in his side, propped on one elbow. “What good deed did I do that I would find such a beautiful creature in the woods?”
She did not answer, for his hand began to skim over her, fingertips brushing, palm smoothing, over every bit of skin. He touched her collarbones and pressed a finger into her belly button. Her traced the indents of her waist with the backs of his fingers and pinched the base of her breast, plumping it so that his tongue could lap at the pink tip.
Aurora’s legs began to move restlessly, her thighs sliding together, creating friction along the lips of her sex.
His hands moved to her restless legs, stroking her, calming her as he might a skittish horse, his strokes easing her legs apart until they lay open, her swollen sex, once more moist with arousal, open to the air and sun.
Slowly, teasingly, he stroked the very edges of the outer lips, running his fingers through the blonde curls. When she began to make small, needy noises, he leaned down to kiss her, drinking in the little sounds.
His fingers continued their too-gentle assault on her sex, and soon she was lifting her hips against his hand, begging for a deeper touch. With a long smooth stroke, he slid two fingers inside her.
Aurora brought her hips up, inviting him deeper. Hawk curled his fingers inside her and rubbed her clit with his thumb, all while continuing to nibble at her breasts.
This orgasm came on easily, building quickly and cresting so that her toes curled, her breasts thrust up into his mouth, sex pressed into his hand.
When her body relaxed down Hawk wiggled his fingers within her, thrusting languidly, extending the pleasant post-orgasm flutters. “Did you enjoy that Rose?”
Aurora opened one eye and smiled sleepily, “Very much so.”
“I am glad, but I hope you don’t think that we’re done.” He rolled between her thighs and then slid down her body, his lightly furred chest scrapping against her breasts and belly.
“What are you—”
Hawk settled himself between her legs, his hands on her inner thighs, keeping them spread. His thumbs stretched, hooking the lips of her sex and spreading them.
“—doing?”
He bit her clit. The small stab of pain in her already orgasm-sensitive vagina was too much; her body was forced into another deep, muscle trembling orgasm. Aurora’s back arched as she screamed, the sensations so strong that light danced behind her closed eyes.
With her clit trapped by his teeth Hawk began to lick. As her slender fingers knotted in his hair, he forced her body to dance on the knife’s edge, giving her a rich depth of pleasure that her previous lovers never had.
When his lips and teeth left her she let out a sob, one of both relief and disappointment, but then his body slid along hers once more, and his cock glided smoothly into her orgasm-tightened body.
Aurora arched her back, the fullness a sweet, deep pleasure, and Hawk bent his head, pressing his lips to her throat as he thrust into her. His strokes were long and hard, her wet passage eager for him. When she lifted her legs, wrapping them over his back, they groaned in unison as the new position allowed him to enter her deeper.
Again and again he thrust, his thick cock sliding deep, pressing against the walls of her vagina, opening her and filling her.
The orgasms and the attention of his hands and mouth had driven the blood to the surface of her skin. Each touch, from the brush of his chest against her nipples, to his breath against her neck, sent pleasure coursing through her body. The taste of his kiss and his smell, sweat and man, was thick and pleasing in her nose.
“Rose,” he said, panting, “you have enchanted me and I can hold on no longer.”
Their lips sealed together, bodies rocking, as he came, spilling inside her.
Aurora languidly trailed her fingertips over the muscles of Hawk’s back. It was rare that she indulged herself by lying with a man after he had pleasured her. Caution always bid her kiss him quickly and leave. Drawing a breath, as deep as she could with his muscled torso lying across her, Aurora breathed him in.
Hawk’s head turned, lips grazing her jaw. “Am I too heavy?”
“Nay.”
But still he shifted, moving to lie beside her as he had before, but this time he kept one leg over hers, weaving their lower limbs together. His gazed focused on her breasts and Aurora tensed slightly. She was tender now, and had known men who liked to play with nipples as if they were toys, disregarding their post-sex tenderness.
Hawk’s head bent. Aurora tensed, but he kissed her breasts, oh so sweetly, oh so softly, and she relaxed down, feeling worshiped instead of fondled.
Aurora’s belly began to flutter, not with arousal, but with something else, something new. When he shifted so that he could look down at her, the backs of his fingers stroking her face, Aurora felt her heartbeat quicken, her soul sinking into the blue of his eyes.
He looked at her, and it was no heavy-lidded gaze of arousal, but an open-eyed stare of awakening.
“Why do you look at me so?” she asked.
“I cannot help but look at you; I am quite enchanted.”
“
Nay, your cock is well pleased; there is a difference.”
“I know the difference, and though my cock is pleased, you are enchanting, and this—” He took her hand and pressed it over his heart. “—is very different.”
“You say that only because I was a wet and willing woman.”
“And a clever one. I have never heard a peasant speak so wittily.”
“Your speech is not that of a peasant either.”
“True.”
“Why?”
“You first.”
“I cannot tell you.”
“Then I…” He lifted the hand he still held to his lips and kissed her palm. “…cannot tell you.”
Aurora curled her fingers around his jaw, loving the sturdy and steady feel of his face in her head. His features were very fine, a thin straight nose, smooth jaw, and eyebrows that arched, like brown wings, over steady blue eyes. His hair was cut short, an easy style for a man who knew he did not need to work at his appearance.
Aurora finished her survey of his features and returned her gaze to his. Her heart gave a traitorous thump and the knot in her belly wound tighter. Inexplicably her eyes began to fill with tears.
“Beautiful Rose, why do you weep?”
“My heart, it hurts.”
“As does mine,” Hawk said with a smile.
“Why? I don’t understand!”
“Because, you have just fallen in love with me.”
“That—I cannot—”
“As I have with you.”
A tear slipped from the corner of her eye to trail into her hair. “It cannot be.”
“Why do you deny true love?”
“There is no love, only duty.”
“Has no one ever loved you before, my beautiful Rose?”
“My…my godmother.”
“But no man.”
“Nay.”
“Well, I have never loved a woman. For many years I kept myself away from women, thinking that I must marry out of duty, but no more. But I have known love, from my parents and subje—friends. And I know that this is love.”
“I cannot love you.”
“Why?”
“I have…I must…”
“You must nothing.”
“Oh, please stop! You make me long for things I cannot have.” But rather than push at him she buried her face against his bare chest. Hugging her to him, Hawk rolled until she lay across him, her blonde hair falling in golden glory around their bodies, her cries of distress heartbreaking in a forest that had gone quiet.
“Sweet Rose,” he murmured, voice rich and smooth.
“Hawk,” she whimpered. She needed him, needed his touch once more, and, for the first time, she wanted sex to be soft and slow, with long glances and slow touches, not the fire and flash she had known.
Throat now too tight to speak Aurora sat up, astride his belly, and then lowered herself to lie on his chest. Whisper-soft and tentative, like a kitten, she scattered tiny kisses over his face, pleasing herself, the pleasure rolling when the way his lips moved to seek hers told her that he found her touch pleasurable too. The tip of her tongue, delicately extended, traced over his closed eyes and the swell of each cheekbone. As she moved back to his ear, he rubbed his cheek against hers.
“You are so handsome, my darling Hawk.”
“And you so sweet my beautiful Rose. I cannot wait to be inside you again, my body pumping slowly within you.” Aurora bit her lip as his words fueled the fire in her belly. “Can you feel it, do you ache for it? My body thrusting into you, over and again.” His hips moved under hers, pantomiming the rhythm he spoke of. “Again and again until I spill inside you, filling you, as you clench around me.”
Aurora sat up, her face ashen. “Spill inside me?’
“Aye, are you ready Beautiful Ro—”
She rolled off, nearly doing him an injury in the process. “The last time, you…you…”
“What’s wrong?”
Aurora climbed off him and yanked her dress on.
“Rose, what are you doing?”
“I must go.”
“Why?”
“This was a mistake, a terrible mistake. I should have been more careful.”
“Careful about what?” Hawk, more than a little exasperated, grabbed her arms, holding her still.
“I…I should not have let you spill inside me.”
“Ah, yes, well, it’s no matter if you are with child, my love. I can take care of you. Now just calm yourself and let’s get that dress back off.”
“You don’t understand! I shouldn’t have done this. I should have been more careful.” Aurora jerked the laces of her bodice closed. “I must go.”
“Don’t go.”
“I must!”
“When will I see you again?”
The correct answer—never—sprang to her lips, but what came out was: “Tonight.”
“Where?”
“Here. Now please…I must go.”
“Rose, if you are in danger, if your father or brother will hurt you for what we did…”
“I will be safe. There is only my godmother.”
“I still do not understand what’s wrong.”
Aurora grabbed his face, pressing a fervent kiss to his lips. “Tonight.”
Snatching up handfuls of skirt, Aurora turned and ran. Naked, confused, and half aroused, with the only chance of relief darting away, Prince Phillip watched his love run through the trees.
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