NIGHTS DESIRE.or is the Knight's Desire???
HOW MANY TIMES HAD SHE WISHED THAT HER HUSBAND JAMES WAS
STILL LIVING. ESPECIALLY ON NIGHTS OF A FULL MOON. IT WAS
ON THESE NIGHTS SHE ACHED FOR HIM.....
Oh James, I wish with my very soul that you would come to
me tonight. I ache for you the wanting I can not stand! But
it was futile. James had died in battle a little over a year
ago. That was twelve full moons ago and many long lonely
nights.
She hurried along the path until she reached the boxwood
hedge maze. She'd solved the secret of this maze years
ago and knew without thinking how to get to its center. She
stepped into the circular clearing as the moon emerged
from a passing cloud. Its iridescent light illuminated
the wild roses that clamored untamed over an arbor seat
and the base of a gray marble statue standing in the center
of the circle. It was of James, his right hand resting on
the hilt of his sword, his smiling face looking out at the
land. She had intended it to be a gift for his natal day, never
thinking it would instead be his memorial. Sabine moved
towards the statue, reaching a shaking hand out to rest
against the cool stone.
How he had loved this private garden, she used to wait for
him in the arbor, running into his arms when he arrived.
They'd made love here often; once James mounted her
like a stallion, the crushed rose petals beneath their
knees surrounding them in a heady fragrance. She sank to
the ground, tears flowing freely down her face and bathing
the statues stone feet as she finally gave into her sorrow.
The wind came again, stirring the loose strands of hair
around Sabines face before gaining strength. A gust whipped
one of the rose vines against her hand, the thorns scratching
her skin, drawing fine beads of garnet. A soft object, carried
by the wind fluttered over the base of the monument, coming
to rest on her hand. Crimson blood bloomed like tiny roses
through the faded blue silk.
Your favor returned, Milady."
Sabine stiffened, her sobs cutting off abruptly at the
masculine voice. She rose stiffly, her hands clinging
to the statue as if to support her. Her breath was shallow
and quick as she turned slowly towards the sound. Her eyes
widened and her trembling hand flew to her throat, gasping
as a figure moved towards her.
"James...?"
"Of course Milady, who else do you meet in this garden?"
The laughter in his voice was hauntingly familiar but Sabine
narrowed her eyes, stepping back against the statue's
pedestal.
"How can...what sort of trickery is this?"
The man's eyes, James' eyes, gazed at her, his
smile faltering at her retreat. "'Tis not a trick,
Sabine. You wished for me, so I came to you."
"But you can't be James...you're..."
her voice caught in her throat, "He's dead."
A wistful smile curved his lips and he said softly "Milady,
havent I always told you death cannot stop True Love?"
He stepped towards her and reached out his hand. Sabine's
body trembled as she felt the touch of his fingers against
her cheek. He stroked it gently, curving down to cup her
jaw, running his thumb over her bottom lip in an intimate
gesture. Her eyes fell closed and a tear shimmered down
her cheek. "Sweet heaven..."
"You remember." His voice was as soft as his
caress. She felt him move closer to her, his words a warm
whisper against her lips. "Do you also remember this?"
Eyes still closed, she felt the feather light touch of his
lips on hers, kissing first the corners, then the bow of
her upper lip, and finally the full curve of the lower. He
ran the tip of his tongue along it, tracing its shape before
pulling it gently between his own. She swayed on her feet,
but James snaked an arm around her waist, anchoring her
solidly against him. His fingers still cupped her jaw and
he moved his thumb to the corner of her mouth, stroking softly
until her lips parted. He released her lower lip and he slid
his tongue along its inner surface, before finally placing
his lips full upon hers.
All doubts of who he was fled her mind as she kissed him back,
drinking the passion from his lips. He moved the kiss from
her lips, using his fingers to ease back her head. His lips
traveled a sensuous path down her throat, dipping his tongue
out to taste her soft skin as she whispered, "Yes,
I remember..."
She could feel a soft chuckle hum against her skin as he rested
his lips at the hollow of her throat. He moved his hands to
clasp of her cloak, undoing the heavy brooch that fastened
it closed. Next he worked the thin ribbon at the neck of her
shift, laying bare her shoulders and the tops of her breasts.
His hands brushed the material off her shoulders as his
lips kissed along her collarbone, and Sabine felt the linen
snake over her body and fall to the ground. He placed his
hands lightly on her shoulders and stepped back from her.
"Merciful god, I'd forgotten how the moonlight
looked on your skin"
She started to open her eyes, but he lightly placed his fingertips
over them.
"No, let me touch you, close your eyes and remember."
He trailed his fingers over her face; stopping briefly
on her damp, parted lips. Then he moved them over her neck
lightly, almost beyond her perception, to her shoulders
again. He traced the slope of them, moving back, one hand
pulling her braid forward so he could touch the nape of her
neck. Like a sculptor, he smoothed his hands over her shoulder
blades, down her spine to
the subtle indentation of her waist.
He rested his hands at her hips, sliding them forward until
his thumbs brushed against the soft flesh of her stomach.
Circling her navel once, he continued to skim his hands
up her body, sensitizing her skin to tingling warmth. He
rested his hands at her hips, sliding them forward until
his thumbs brushed against the soft flesh of her stomach.
Circling her navel once, he continued to skim his hands
up her body, sensitizing her skin to tingling warmth.
A deep sigh escaped his lips, matched by one of her own as
he cupped his hands under her breasts, lifting their fullness
and squeezing gently. The rough pads of his thumbs brushed
over the hard peaks of her nipples, then he bent his head
and dropped a light kiss on each. With a soft moan, Sabine
ran her fingers over his cropped hair, pulling his head
up for a fierce kiss. He returned it in kind, pulling her
up against him, the solid heat of his body seeping through
his tunic to warm her naked flesh. He pulled away again,
and she opened her eyes, watching him remove his cloak and
lay it on the fertile ground along with hers. Taking his
offered hand, she let him lead her down onto the woolen cloth
and watched as he began to remove his clothes.
Lying back against his cloak, his masculine scent surrounding
her, she drank in the sight of him. His eyes were dark with
passion as he stripped off his tunic and breeches, though
they never lost the underlying hint of merriment.
When he stretched out beside her she reached out to touch
him. She almost lost herself as at long last she felt his
firm, living flesh beneath her fingers. She slid them over
his chest, dancing over his flat male nipples and up to his
shoulders. Pulling him against her, she pressed her soft
breasts against his chest, wrapping her arms around him.
She stroked his back, reacquainting herself with every
inch of him. The raised scar low on his shoulder, the small
dimples at the base of his spine, the firm muscles of his
buttocks. His breath fanned the loose hair at her temples,
and she could feel his heart pounding along with hers. Her
fingers moved over his hipbone and delicately trailed
down to trace the length of his manhood, smiling to herself
as she felt him shudder.
"Milady..." he started huskily "it seemsyou
have forgotten nothing"
He rolled her over onto her back; trailing light kisses
down her torso, following with the sensual caress of his
hands. His fingers gripped the gentle swell of her hips
and she parted her legs without pause. She felt his lips
brush the softness of her inner thigh, then blowing lightly
over the silken hair covering her mound. His hands slipped
lower to the tops of her thighs and he used his thumbs gently
part her lower lips.
In an echo of his earlier kiss, he slowly ran his tongue along
the slippery folds of her sex, lightly kissing first one,
then the other before flickering over the hard bud at their
apex. Sabine cried out, her fingers clutching the heavy
wool beneath her squirming body. James placed a last kiss
over her damp curls and moved up her body. He captured her
mouth, the taste of her desire clinging to his lips, and
slid into her waiting body.
Her throaty moan broke the kiss, and her body closed around
his familiar hardness. She wrapped her legs around his
thighs in a long remembered motion and pulled him deeper
inside her. His hips rocked hard against her, his face buried
in her neck, his breath coming in ragged gasps.
"Forgive me...it's been so long" "Too
long" she replied, digging her fingers into his buttocks
and pressing her hips up to meet his thrusts. The familiar
magic spiraled up from their joined bodies, quickening
up her back and making her arch up off the ground. He climaxed
seconds before she did, their mutual cries muffled from
the outside world by the thick hedges that enclosed them.
He murmured her name, kissing her shoulder softly, while
she stroked his trembling body.
As they regained their breath, he rolled to his side, pulling
her back against him, resting his hand slow on her belly.
He freed her hair from the remainders of its braid and lightly
ran his fingers along her scalp, soothing her into relaxation.
Just before she drifted off to sleep, she felt James slip
something on her finger and whisper, When you need me,
remember this, Sabine
The morning sun awoke Sabine in her own chamber, her hair
spilling like a veil over her naked body. She opened her
eyes and reached across the pillow. A ray of dawn light spiked
through her window, glinting off something on her hand.
Sitting up, she brought her hand closer to her face.
Fine red lines were scratched across the back, and on her
center finger was the wedding band shed buried with James;
a thick sterling band carved with the Norman script pour
toujours - for always.
THE END OR IS IT?
Vixen4UALL
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