elizabeth-hoyt

Shhh._ He put a finger to her lips. __ear me out. I cannot deny that I would've liked to have made babies with you. A little girl with your hair and eyes would've been the delight of my life. But it is you that I want primarily, not mythical children. I can survive the loss of something I've never had. I cannot survive losing you. (Winter Makepeace)

I love you,_ he whispered as he thrust again. And again. Each movement controlled. Each small movement devastating in its effect. __ love you.__he lost all concept of time. She lost her place and surroundings. She couldn__ remember who he was__ho she was. She lost her mind.

He shoved his hips against her, reminding her of what they had just done, and said, __ had never bedded a woman before you. I made that plain. Did you think I let you seduce me lightly? No, I did not. You made a deal with me the moment you gave me entry into your body.___ made no such deal!_ Her eyes were angry__nd frightened__ut he would not let her make him back down.__recious Isabel,_ he whispered. __ou made a deal with your heart, your soul, and your body, and you sealed it with the wash of your climax on my c*ck.__he blinked, looking dazed. He__ never used such words before, especially not with her, but their bluntness was necessary.

I would do violence for one glimpse of your naked breasts. Bleed for one taste of your nipple on my tongue. (Winter Makepeace)

There was no sound, but she felt a movement, a shifting of the air in her room, the warmth of another presence.Isabel opened her eyes. He was there, at the foot of her bed, a single candle in his hand, dressed only in shirtsleeves, waistcoat, and breeches.__orgive me,_ he whispered as he set the candle down. __ could not stay away.

But you must be awash in a sea of compliments, my lady. Every gentleman you meet must voice his admiration, his wish to make love to you. And those are only the ones who may voice such thoughts. All about you are men who cannot speak their admiration, who must remain mute from lack of social standing or fear of offending you. Only their thoughts light the air about you, following you like a trail of perfume, heady but invisible. (Winter Makepeace)

She threw one leg over his and straddled his lap, then reached under herself and found him again.He tore his mouth from hers. __ait.___o._ She looked him frankly in the eyes. __ don__ care if you spill at once. I need you inside me now.__is beautiful eyes widened and then narrowed. __ou__l not always hold the reins, my lady.__he smiled sweetly. __aturally not, but I do now.

She smiled as she poured tea into his cup. __ hope you find your rooms comfortable?___uite._ He took a too-hasty sip of tea and scalded his tongue.__he view is to your liking?__e had a view of a brick wall. __ndeed.__he fluttered her eyelashes at him over the rim of her teacup. __nd the bed. Is it soft and_ yielding?__e nearly choked on the bite of cake he__ just taken.__r do you prefer a firmer bed?_ she asked sweetly. __ne that refuses to yield too soon?___ think___e narrowed his eyes at her___hatever mattress I have on the bed you gave me is perfect. But tell me, my lady, what sort of mattress do you prefer? All soft goose down or one that__ a bit_ harder?__t was very fast, but he saw it: Her gaze flashed down to the juncture of his thighs and then up again. If there hadn__ been anything to see there before, there certainly was now.__h, I like a nice stiff mattress,_ she purred. __ell warmed and ready for a long ride.

She gasped again and opened blue eyes lit with erotic mischief. __re you trying to steal the reins from me?__ven with his penis buried deep within her, even moments from climax, he arched an eyebrow. __ou have them only by my permission.

It hardly mattered. She was tired of waiting for him to acknowledge who he was. Tired of donning a false mask of gaiety when she was so much more__elt so much more__eneath. No one had ever noticed her mask. No one but him. If he couldn__ or wouldn__ make the first move, then damn it, she would.

I'll never look at you in any way but complete admiration._ He stroked her hair soothingly. __ou will never be a millstone about my neck. Rather you're the sunshine that brightens my day._ He swallowed. __on't you see? You brought me into the daylight. You've embraced parts of me that I was never able to let see light. Don't make me retreat again into the night. (Winter Makepeace)

But he place a gentle palm under her chin and turned her face back to him. __'m privileged to see you like this,_ he said, his eyes fierce. __ear you social mask at your balls and parties and when you visit your friends out there, but when we are alone, just the two of us in here, promise me this: that you'll show me only your real face, no matter how ugly you might think it. That's our true intimacy, not sex, but the ability to be ourselves when we are together. (Winter Makepeace)

Griffin, please,_ she whispered.__o you want me?_ he asked.__es!_ She tossed her head restlessly. She__ explode if he didn__ give her release soon.__o you need me?_ He kissed her nipple too gently.__lease, please, please.___o you love me?__nd somehow, despite her extremis, she saw the gaping hole of the trap. She peered up at him blindly in the dark. She couldn__ see his face, his expression.__riffin,_ she sighed hopelessly.__ou can__ say it, can you?_ he whispered. __an__ admit it either.

It's strange, but I find myself more disillusioned by a man who has such easily persuaded views than I would be by one whose views were entirely opposite but passionately held. Isn't that quixotic of me?

Temperance Dews stood with quiet confidence, a respectable women who lived in the sewer that was St. Giles. Her eyes had widened at the sight of Lazarus, but she made no move to flee. Indeed, finding a strange man in her pathetic sitting room seemed not to frighten her at all.Interesting.__ am Lazarus Huntington, Lord Caire,_ he said.__ know. What are you doing here?__e tilted his head, studying her. She knew him, yet did not recoil in horror? Yes, she__ do quite well. ____e come to make a proposition to you, Mrs. Dews.__till no sign of fear, though she eyed the doorway. __ou__e chosen the wrong woman, my lord. The night is late. Please leave my house.__o fear and no deference to his rank. An interesting woman indeed.__y proposition is not, er, illicit in nature,_ he drawled. __n fact, it__ quite respectable. Or nearly so.__he sighed, looked down at her tray, and then back up at him. __ould you like a cup of tea?__e almost smiled. Tea? When had he last been offered something so very prosaic by a woman? He couldn__ remember.But he replied gravely enough. __hank you, no.__he nodded. __hen if you don__ mind?__e waved a hand to indicate permission.She set the tea tray on the wretched little table and sat on the padded footstool to pour herself a cup. He watched her. She was a monochromatic study. Her dress, bodice, hose, and shoes were all flat black. A fichu tucked in at her severe neckline, an apron, and cap__o lace or ruffles__ere all white. No color marred her aspect, making the lush red of her full lips all the more startling. She wore the clothes of a nun, yet had the mouth of a sybarite.The contrast was fascinating__nd arousing.__ou__e a Puritan?_ he asked.Her beautiful mouth compressed. __o.

There, there, sweetin_,_ he murmured into her hair.__e loved me, he truly did,_ she gasped.__ know he did,_ Michael said.__nd I loved him.___m-hmm.__he raised her head, glaring angrily. __ou don__ even believe in love. Why are you agreeing with me?__e laughed.__ecause___e leaned down and licked at the tears on her cheeks, his lips brushing softly against her sensitive skin as he spoke, __e__e bewitched and bespelled me, my sweet Silence, didn__ ye know? I__l agree that the sky is pink, that the moon is made o_ marzipan and sugared raisins, and that mermaids swim the muddy waters o_ the Thames, if ye__l only stop weepin_. Me chest breaks apart and gapes wide open when I see tears in yer pretty eyes. Me lungs, me liver, and me heart cannot stand to be thus exposed.__he stopped breathing. She simply inhaled and stopped, looking at him in wonder. His lips were quirked in a mocking smile, but his eyes__is fathomless black eyes__eemed to hold a great pain as if his strong chest really had been split open.

Silence cleared her throat, fearful her voice would come out a croak. __s she asleep?__e blinked as if he, too, were waking from a dream, and glanced down at Mary Darling. __ye, I__ a-thinkin_ she is__he__ stopped fussin_ at me.__ilence felt a huge smile of relief spread over her face. __he was fussing? Oh, how wonderful!__e shot her a look, one eyebrow arching. __e__e taught the child to bully me, too, now?___h, no,_ she said hastily, embarrassed. Did he really think she bullied him? What a silly notion!

Silence rose and crossed to the connecting door and knocked.The door was opened almost at once.Michael leaned a shoulder against the doorjamb, a wicked smile playing about his sensuous lips. He was so very big this close__very time it surprised her and made her breathless. __ell, now, and when did ye decide to start knockin_ at me door?__ilence fought to keep her face from flaming as she remembered the last time she__ peeked through Michael__ door.She swallowed. __e__e bored.___s that so?_ Michael glanced down.Silence followed his gaze and saw that Mary had crawled over to investigate. The baby grabbed a handful of her skirt and stood up. She kept one hand on Silence__ skirt and popped two fingers from the other into her mouth as she stared solemnly at Michael.__he looks a rare treat,_ Michael said softly, watching the toddler.Silence smiled down at Mary. __he does indeed.__he glanced up and her heart squeezed at the gentle look on Michael__ face.As if she understood she was the subject of conversation, Mary lifted her arms__o Michael. __p!__ichael arched an eyebrow. __outhy little thing, ain__ she?__ut he bent and lifted the toddler.