"Robert E. Vardeman & Geo W. Proctor - The Swords of Raemllyn 1 - To Demons Bound" - читать интересную книгу автора (Vardeman Robert E)

Their kiss started with full-blown desire, and then the intensity mounted. The Winged Ram's
courtyard had been too public for Davin. Now they were alone. There were no half glances or probing
stares to restrain him. Davin allowed the total measure of his desire to wash through him and out his
exploring fingertips to greet this voluptuous flower of Raemllyn.
"Beautiful," he murmured when their mouths parted.
That one word, then his lips sought—and found— the delicate lobe of her ear just a nuzzle beneath
the frosty gold of satiny tresses. He nibbled ever so lightly, while his tongue occasionally flicked to taunt and
caress.
"Ahhhh! Sweet bountiful Ediena!" Belatha's pelvis thrust forward and undulated in an edacious
rhythm as she moaned to the Goddess of Love and Pleasure.
Davin Anane answered not with words but with ac-tions. His teasing tongue and teeth continued
their sen-sual assault even as his fingers found the string bow to Belatha's blouse at the base of her neck. A
single tug and it fell free.
Rippling waves of goosepimply excitement tingled over Belatha's flesh in response to Davin's
caressing touch. Gently he worked at the blouse's fabric, easing it over the creamy slope of the blonde's
shoulders.
"No, my darling, allow me." Her palms flattened against his chest as she eased from his embrace. "It
will be soooo much nicer this way ... you'll see."
A lighthearted laugh floated through the candle-lit room like the muted tinkling of silver bells. Belatha
spun away to stand before him. Her hands found the hem of the blouse and in one fluid motion pulled the
fabric up-ward, over her head, to toss it aside.
See? Davin did! Sleek, swaying cones thrusting out-ward in an unashamed invitation for mouth and
hands. His mouth and hands! He stepped forward.
Again the alluring daughter of Bistonia danced beyond the reach of his outstretched fingertips.
With another chiming laugh, she tossed back her lux-urious mane of frosty gold, an action that set her
breasts bobbing and jiggling in a most provocative dance. Her eyes narrowed and a wickedly sensual smile
touched the corners of her ruby-blushed lips.
Having totally captured Davin's attention, her fingers dipped to the bright red slash of her skirt and
slowly pulled. Like the veil covering some finely crafted sculp-ture, the last of her clothing slid downward to
gather at her ankles, only to be kicked away to join the discarded blouse on the floor.
Naked the golden-tressed beauty stood, allowing Davin's gazing eyes to feast... which they did! He
drank in the firm shape of those sleek, rounded calves, the equally supple strength of satiny thighs that bore
not a single dimple of fat. He but glimpsed the downy triangle of gold, perhaps a shade deeper than the hair
cascading like a cloud about her shoulders, bushed over her most intimate of treasures before she coyly
turned to present the tight mounds of her backside.
Like some regal feline, she moved to the bed and stretched out on her back. Her arms, long and
slender, reached out for the admiring Davin Anane.
"Do you like what you see, my darling... my lord?"
"No, I don't like it." His voice contained a husky resonance that hadn't been there a moment ago.
Confusion, mayhap a bit of hurt, tinted the emerald eyes that stared up as Davin strolled to the side of
the bed to gaze down at the voluptuous woman who awaited his attentions. With trembling hands, he pulled
off his vest and threw it atop the pile of Belatha's clothing.
"I don't like it," he repeated as he yanked his shirt over his head. "I love it!"
Doubt evaporated from the temptress' eyes and her arms once more rose to him.
Although he ached to accept her invitation without delay, Davin could but shrug and silently curse the
sor-cerers of Raemllyn as he seated himself on the bed and tugged off his boots, then shed his tight-fitting
breeches. Would that one of the weavers of magicks might create a spell that dissolved clothing at
moments such as these! Clothing might protect the body from nature's elements, but the awkwardness of
removal only hampered love-making.
Finally as naked as the lovely flower of Bistonia lying at his side, Davin Anane turned. He reached