The Golden Lion (Knights of Passion Series 2) Read Free Page B

and make her his forever. He noticed she said nothing of tomorrow or the day after that. She did not make plans or promises. It was as if she didn’t dare to believe there may be a tomorrow. That this moment must be enough for her.
    He touched her belly lightly, following the curve down to her mound, plucked hairless as was the custom, and then slid a fingertip inside her lips there, stroking at her hard little bead. She was hot again, and moist from their couplings. He watched her eyelids flutter and listened to her quickened breathing.
    “This is dangerous,” he said, and he sounded breathless too. He bent his head and let his tongue follow his fingertip, deep inside her plump, fleshy lips, sweeping along the slit that ran down to her core. She tasted as exotic as she looked.
    “Very dangerous,” she gasped. “We risk death, both of us.”
    The thought of the danger made him aroused. She could see that his cock was bigger even than before, rising up from his groin, the drip of salty cum on its tip. She opened her legs, wanting him inside her, but he used his tongue again, causing her to climax with a low cry. Only then did he take her again.
    “My men and I are his guests. We rely on him for our safety here in this enemy land,” he said, and he rose up above her, the tip of his cock pressing to her channel, easing in further and further while she melted around him. He stretched her almost to pain, and yet it was more pleasure than the Sultan had ever given her, with his practised lovemaking that brought her to climax and yet left her heart cold.
    “If he found out . . .” she whispered as he rode her, thrusting fully inside each time, his eyes boring into hers.
    “I swear I will take you from him.”
    “Will you? Will you take me from him?” she cried out as the pleasure grew almost too great.
    “Yes!” He shouted and she felt his seed spill into her, the seed of the lion.
    Much later, while he slept, Batilda rose and pulled the cloak around her once more. She found it difficult to leave him and lingered a moment, drinking in the sight of his naked body on the bed, but she knew she must go back. She must return to the harem, and try not to believe too keenly in the promises he had made her.
    For many years she had hoped for rescue or escape, and for many years she’d known nothing but disappointment. But this time, and she could not help but smile, this time it felt different.  
    ***
    “Would the Englishman really risk everything for a woman?” Garrick asked.
    He was seat ed by the window today, and the cold wind and rain outside made her shiver. She sat closer to the fire, her fur-lined cloak around her, and still she was cold.
    “He was a friend of King Richard, who was also a lion heart. He’d gone on Crusade thinking he knew what he must do and who was his enemy, but once away from the cold shores of England he found things were not so cut and dried as he’d thought. Those mystical lands wove their spell on him, and he found himself thinking thoughts and dreaming dreams that he had not imagined possible at home.”
    “He wanted the woman more than he feared for his life,” Garrick said practically, with a nod of his head. “She had cast a spell on him.”
    “And h e on her.”
    Garrick smiled and settled back against the cushions, listening to her voice as she began to tell him more of the story.
    It was true . The English lion found himself wanting the girl Batilda, even though she was one of the Sultan’s wives, and his wanting grew more and more urgent. Whenever she was able to, she took the invisible cloak and slipped out to visit him, and they lay together in his bed and enjoyed each other’s bodies until dawn, when she crept away again.
    But it wasn’t enough. H e knew that he had to have her completely. And the thought of sharing her with the Sultan made him burn with fury.
    In the usual way of the Sultan’s friendships, he soon fell out with his friend the English lion. Something to