The Bewitching Twin Read online Donna Fletcher (Twin Series #2)

Categories Genre: Historical Fiction, Romance Tags Authors: Series: Twin Series Series by Donna Fletcher
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Total pages in book: 95
Estimated words: 90574 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 453(@200wpm)___ 362(@250wpm)___ 302(@300wpm)
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She stirred though did not wake and he continued to touch her.

The weight of her full breast in his hand brought a smile to his face and he tenderly squeezed the supple flesh and ran his thumb gently over her nipple. It hardened to his touch and he rolled his fingers around the stiff orb.

She stirred again, pressing against him until settling quietly once more.

His hand drifted along her flat midriff before descending over the slight mound of her stomach. It was barely detectable, but so much a part of her, like her wide hips that swayed seductively when she walked. He could not get them out of his mind. He had often daydreamed of her hips swaying beneath him as they made love. Now here she was in his bed and forever in his heart.

He inched his way down, his fingers tangling in the thatch of red hair between her legs, to finally touch her intimately as only a husband could.

“That feels so good.”

Her whisper fanned his cheek and she turned into his arms.

“You are beautiful,” he said.

“You make me feel that way.”

They kissed, lingering in the taste of each other while his hands explored her.

Her erotic moan rippled his flesh and he pursued his exploration, delving into the intimacy that marked her womanhood.

She gasped and grabbed hold of his shoulders.

“I like the feel of you,” he whispered and nibbled at her ear.

“I never imagined feeling so safe, so at ease, so crazed”—she sighed heavily and rubbed against him—“with wanting you.”

He took her hand and placed it over the throbbing length of him. “I feel the same.”

She grabbed hold of him. “Do not stop touching me.”

“Never.”

“Promise?” She squeezed him.

“Promise,” he repeated.

She released him.

He kissed her before drifting to suckle at her breast like a man needing nourishment from a loving woman. He lingered there enjoying her taste and the sensation of her fingers running repeatedly through his hair, digging into his scalp, urging him to feast on her.

His hand drifted between her legs, his fingers working magic and gently entering her to entice her with thrust after thrust until she felt wet enough to accept him.

She reached down to grasp hold of him. “I want you.”

He gasped. “Guide me.”

He slipped over her, and with a gentle tug, she brought him to her.

“I want you,” she begged, rubbing the length of him against her.

“I want the same,” he whispered, rising over her, stealing a kiss and settling himself between her legs.

“Love me,” she said on an aching breath.

“Always,” Rogan chimed, and inched his way into her.

She groaned and he pulled back.

“No,” she cried. “Do not deny me.”

“You cried out in—”

“Pleasure.” She smiled.

He kissed her softly. “Remember this moment and how very much I love you.”

She purred. “I will never forget how graciously, how gently, how provocatively you loved me.”

She arched her body as he plunged forward, and in an instant they joined as one. They moved in unison, their bodies swaying, their skin perspiring, their flesh aching, their lips tasting, and their passion soaring.

Rogan watched her toss her head back, felt her moan deep from inside, felt her hands grip his arms tightly, felt her tighten around him, heard her cry out her climax and felt himself explode like a star bursting in the universe.

He joined with her until they both were spent.

He pressed his forehead to hers, grazed her lips with his, and rolled off her to lie on his back beside her, hands joined, never wanting to let go of her.

He heard her sigh, felt her body relax beside him, and then she yawned.

“You are tired,” he said, turning on his side, and with his finger he brushed her hair off her damp face.

“I want very much to remain awake and—” She yawned again.

“You need to rest,” he said, pulling the light blanket over her.

“But it is our wedding night.”

“We have the rest of our lives together,” he reminded with a kiss.

“I feel I have deprived you of—”

He pressed a finger to her lips. “We sealed our vows. We are one under God and no one can come between us.”

“Are you sure?” Sleep slurred her words.

“I would want no other for a wife.”

She smiled, a yawn following. “I have chosen a good husband.”

“Then sleep and worry not for I am here beside you.”

Aliss snuggled against him. “I had never imagined such comfort with a man.”

“It will always be so.”

“Promise?”

“Promise,” he said, kissing her cheek and tucking the covers beneath her chin.

The morning dawned bright and Rogan was not surprised to find his bed empty. Aliss would not be able to start her day without checking on the ill, Daniel in particular, and he could not blame her. He wondered how the little lad fared himself.

She would be finished soon enough and then they would spend the day together uninterrupted, he hoped.


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