Bella lay on her tummy, her hand tucked beneath her chin as her sleepy green eyes slowly adjusted to the dimness of the chamber. Something had teased her from her dreamless slumber, causing her brow to wrinkle.
She lay sprawled on a large intricately carved wooden bed in a sparsely furnished circular chamber. Fading sunlight played over her body where it filtered through the long slim windows. As she lay there, pondering what may have disturbed her sleep, memories of what Leonn de Angel had done to her quickly returned. Oh god, she thought, squeezing her eyes shut as a wave of heat washed over her. Yet even with her eyes closed she couldn't escape the image of those burning amber eyes.
She felt the teasing blow of warm air between her spread thighs, stirring the thatch of red curls that did little to protect her plump pink lips. Pushing her long, scarlet locks back off her face she half rose on one elbow, unsure of what caused the gentle disturbance.
She gave a squeak of surprise and outrage as a large hand slapped her on the bottom and she quickly rolled over onto her back, intent on protecting her derriere from further abuse from an unknown source.
Warm male laughter floated over her as her sleep muddled brain realised her grave mistake. For there, kneeling at the foot of the bed, naked as the day he was born except for a bandage high on his right arm, and gazing unabashedly at her warm sleepy body splayed before him in all its humiliating nakedness, was Leonn de Angel.
"Oh," she gasped in dismay, twisting to reach the pile of bed sheets that rested in a bundle in the middle of the huge bed that could easily sleep eight. As her fingers closed around the soft material, he was upon her, his long arm stretching across hers to wrest the coverings from her grasp. She pushed at him with her free arm, but it was like a butterfly trying to escape the claws of the lion.
She gasped as his weight settled on top of her, pinning her to the mattress as he tossed the sheet on the far side of the bed. She struggled beneath him, pushing at his broad shoulders as his legs tangled with hers, his thigh sliding between hers. Just when she thought her exertions futile, she was able to push him off of her. She smelled a rat when his large hands spanned her tiny waist, taking her with him as they rolled across the bed. Her knees straddled him as he came to rest beneath her, and she leaned across him, innocently unaware of the danger as she slid and pushed against the warm muscular body in her fierce determination to wrest herself from his grasp. In her desperation to cover herself with the sheet she was oblivious of the effect of the sight of her jingling bee-sting breasts on the powerful man caught firm between her splayed thighs.
Leonn groaned, capturing a pink nipple in his mouth, and felt her stiffen with surprise. Deciding the playful wrestling had gone on long enough, he rolled over, dragging her beneath him as he gazed down into her wide moss green eyes. He knew the exact moment she became aware of his hardness pressed against her belly as her eyes flared with apprehension. He smiled a slow, dangerous smile.
Isabella felt trapped beneath his large golden body. Her hands pushed against the muscular shoulders, knowing that her cause was hopeless. Her strength was miniscule compared to his. Long tense moments passed as he gazed down at her, and she tore her eyes away, turning her head.
She swallowed hard as his fingers caught her chin, turning her face back to his. A strange thrumming started low in her belly as he slowly lowered his head, blocking out the fading light. His kiss was hard and demanding, his tongue forcing and gaining entry into her mouth. She whimpered against his mouth, her hips trying to buck his heavy frame off of her as she tried to escape from beneath him, unknowingly generating a exquisite friction against his hard cock.
"Let me go," she demanded breathlessly as she tore her mouth from his, completely unaware of the effect her struggles had on him.
"So my little captive wants to fight me?" he whispered against her ear as he planted kisses on her temple. She squeezed her eyes shut as he caught her fragile wrists in the firm grip of his hand, dragging them above her head. She was unprepared for when his hand slid down between their bodies to cup her possessively between the thighs.
"Know that I intend to brand you here," he murmured huskily as his head lifted to gaze down at her, his finger sliding into her hot sheath, not yet ready for him, before slowly withdrawing. "I'll spread your legs wide and pierce your maidenhead with the head of my cock. It will hurt at first, but you will learn to accommodate me, and gradually come to enjoy, even crave the feel of my cock buried deep inside of you."
She shook her head from side to side as her struggles began anew, fear and something unknown unfurling low in her belly at his fervent words, but he paid her no heed, reaching for something out of her sight. Then she felt soft cloth being looped around her wrists, binding her to the headboard, and her nails sought ineffectually to prevent him, scraping the skin of his fingers as he tightened the knots.
He ignored her pleading cries, turning his attention to her kicking legs. He tied one ankle with a silk scarf to the heavy wooden bed by using brute strength to force it to lay unmoving against the feather mattress. Then he captured her other ankle, and spreading her legs wide, so wide that it almost hurt, he tied it so that she couldn't prevent him taking what he desired. He then came to kneel between her wide-stretched thighs as he slid a feather pillow beneath her hips.
"Please don't," she whispered as she glanced for the first time at the huge rod rising from a nest of deep honey curls between his muscular thighs. She squeezed her eyes shut and shook her head from side to side as she strained against her bonds. He couldn't...
"Shh," he hushed her as his fingers traced circles on her trembling belly. She felt so exposed and vulnerable spread naked before him, unable to shield herself from his prying amber eyes. Tears pooled in her eyes at her extreme helplessness.
"The pain will be over soon," he promised, running an exploratory hand along her inner thigh.
"Please, I beg you, why must you do this shameful thing?" she cried, hating the quiver his touch evoked.
"It's not shameful to experience the joys of becoming a woman, Isabella. At the age of nineteen, your body is long ready to take a man inside of you for the first time. I will enjoy teaching you the ways of loving a man."
As he spoke his hands slid up over her ribcage to cup the tiny creamy mounds, molding them to the shape of his palms. The tips puckered and hardened as he feathered his tongue across one then the other, before capturing a rosy nipple in his mouth. The gentle suction and swirl of his tongue shot darts of pleasure to the apex of her quivering thighs.
