Lessons of Love (7 page)

Jolie
ga
sped every time he moved forward. First it was from the pain but then it was from the fire that once again rose inside her. Liquid gold pleasure was shooting through her veins, radiating out from her womanhood. He filled her completely, leaving her breath
l
ess and moaning, leaving her wanting more.
Cole
increased his pace and pressed harder, deeper, taking her as his own. He wanted her total surrender, and was determined to get it. Over and over he pressed into her scorching flesh, making her moan and wriggl
e beneath him, teasing, tantalizing, sliding in and out, and then it happened.
Cole
smiled with supreme satisfaction when
Jolie
's arms slipped around his neck pulling his mouth to hers for a kiss, pressing her taunt nipples against his hard muscular che
st,
giving herself completely.

Finally,
Cole
could hold back no longer. He drove into the woman beneath him as her satiny depths squeezed him in a hot clenching grip. He rose above her and held her hips as he bore down into her over and over. The power of his
thrusts left her breathless. She was his and he would have all of her. The force that had been building inside
Jolie
crested and finally broke. She cried out as every nerve sizzled with electricity and every muscle spasmed. Her body wiggled under
Cole
's a
s she pressed her hips to his, rising to meet his body, rubbing her nubbin against him, as his manhood plunged into her again and again.
Jolie
thought she would surely lose her mind from the sto
rm that was raging inside her.

Cole
threw back his head and su
rged forward as he found ecstasy. The woman beneath him writhed and cried out in passion driving him onward into her,
taking him to new heights of ra
pture. He came as the blood pounded through his veins and roared in his ears, muscles contracting as he exp
loded into her. Her body pulling his cock inward, grasping it inside her, squeezing, contracting, taking everything he had. Never had he felt such complete and utter fulfillment with a woman. Her body fit him like a glove, and squeezed h
is manhood until he
was spent.

As the sensations coursed through their bodies,
Cole
gathered
Jolie
close as they both rode out the feelings that had overcome them.
Jolie
made little mewling sounds of bliss and clung to him, her body trembling from the power of her orgasm.
Co
le
buried his face in her hair, inhaling her scent, as the last pulsing spasm shot through his body. What had this woman done to him? He felt bewitched by her, as if she were the one who had done the taming. Here he was quivering in her arms like a lovesic
k schoolboy. These thoughts raced through his head but they didn't cause him to release his hold on her. She was his and he would never gi
ve her up.

Cole
kissed her nose and eyes;
Jolie
opened them and gazed up at him in a hazy sensuous dream. Her body was
leaden, every muscle spent and useless. Her eyes were hooded and smoldered with passion. She never knew such pleasure could exist.
Jolie
let out a contented sigh and
Cole
chuckled.

"D
id you like that, little one?"

Jolie
blushed and looked down.
Cole
gentl
y cupped her chin and held her gaze. "Now you know what a man can do to a woman in the marriage bed my love, and there won't be any
more pain. Your body is mine and will always be ready to take me in."
Cole
pushed into her once more, rubbing his body again
st hers before rolling to the side, and holding her close. He had no desire to be rid of her even though his body was sated. No, his wife would remain in his arms.
Cole
told himself it was so he could take her again at will, but he could just have easily d
one that by tying her to the bedposts and rolling over so he could get some sleep. Yes this little one was bewitching, and deep inside he had to admit it.
Cole
shook his head and
looked at her beautiful face. H
er features were relaxed and shone with conten
tment. He gently kissed her and settled her close to him, denying that he
felt anything for her at all.

Cole
continued to make love to
Jolie
through the night. His desire for her was never sated for long and she always responded in turn. She was a little h
ellion in bed, full of fire and unbelievable passion.
Cole
couldn't get enough of her. Time and again she met his every movement, wrapping her arms around him and crying out in ecstasy
as he took her over and over.

Once initiated into the art of lovemakin
g
Jolie
held nothing back.
Cole
had told her the truth when he'd said there would be no more pain. She was sore, yes, but it was an ache from being well loved and it was more than tolerable. She relished the feelings he ignited in her body and denied him n
othing, meeting his passion with a fire of her own. There was no force involved when it came to their lovemaking.
Jolie
closed her mind to what he was, refusing to think about what he did to make money. There was no rational thought inside her while his ha
n
ds, mouth, and body loved her.

Morning found
Jolie
sleepy and content. She had been well loved and her body was achy and exhausted.
Cole
gathered her close as the sun rose, peeping through the heavy silk curtains. He knew he had work to do but he couldn't
tear himself away from her. Unfamiliar feelings came over him as she snuggled against him and smiled in her sleep. God she was beautiful, so soft and sensual, but it shouldn't matter. He had beautiful women in his bed all the time. Why did this one stir
h
is fee
lings? What made her special?

Was it because they were bound together by marriage? How could that matter when he didn't even believe in the sanctity of the ritual? He'd planned on using
Jolie
like all the others, taking her when he desired, ignoring
her presence the rest of the time. She was here to be an object of respectability in the outside world and a plaything in his bed. If she
begot him a child so be it.

The thought of an heir pleased him, but she was meant to be easily dismissed. He would b
e a fool to care for this woman. Women were to be used and discarded. They had no place in a wise man's heart. Tenderness would be a sign of weakness, and weakness couldn't be tolerated, so why was he having such a hard time letting her go? Who cared if s
h
e woke up alone and scared? He c
ertainly shouldn't. But he did.

He stroked her silky hair and closed his eyes. Business could wait awhile.
Cole
knew Gregor had set his sights on a new girl yesterday and with any luck she was locked up in the cellar right n
ow. If that were true, she certainly wasn't going anywhere and his men knew not to disturb him. For all he knew, the girl had been captured before he'd come home with
Jolie
last night. Whatever the circumstances,
Cole
wanted to make sure
Jolie
remained ign
orant of the girl's presence. It would be just like his little spitfire wife to challenge him and argue about the new slave. It was best to simply prepare the young woman and
sell her as soon as possible.

Jolie
sighed in her sleep, and her hand slid low on
Cole
's stomach, curling in the fine hairs of his abdomen.
Cole
's muscles clenched and a fire sprang forth from where she touched him. His manhood stirred but
Cole
denied the urge to take her yet again. He would sleep here with her for a couple of hours an
d then see to his business. It wouldn't hurt to stay with
Jolie
on her first morning in his house. She would be moved into her chambers later, and summoned whe
n and if he desired her again. A
t least that's what
Cole
told himself.

Jolie
woke slowly, her sen
ses full of
Cole
. His strong arms were wrapped around her and the length of him pressed against her. Her lips were swollen from his kisses, his scent surrounded her, the ache between her thighs gave testament to the night they had spent making love. She si
ghed and stretched rubbing against him like a contented cat, purring with pleasure at the feel of his hot hard body next to hers. Her contentment was shattered however when she remembered hi
s words from the night before.

He was a white slave trader. He kid
naped and sold women for men's pleasure and in the harsh light of day that far was all too real. How could she have let him touch her? That was obvious, she'd had no choice, but she did have a choice about whether or not she responded. Her body had betray
e
d her. She'd acted like the harlot her stepfather was always accusing her of being. She'd lain with him with wild abandon, moaning and writhing, aching for more. He had been telling her the truth when he said she'd be tamed by his hand and his manhood. Ho
w
could she have done that? The man next to her was a monster and she'd re
sponded to his every touch.

Jolie
's cheeks flamed scarlet when she thought of her behavior. She had wanted him to touch her. She craved the attentions of this beast she was married t
o and it turned her stomach. The heat of his body burned her and she knew she had to get away from him. She saw him for who he was in the bright light of day, an
d it was a horrid evil sight.

Yes, she was legally bound to him, but that didn't mean she had t
o become a harlot in his bed.
Jolie
made a vow t
o herself then and there. S
he would escape from this farce of a marriage and flee as far as she could. She didn't care where she went, as long as it was away from
Cole
. It would be her only salvation because
her body would continue to betray her as long as she graced his bed.
Jolie
knew it was the truth, if she stayed she would fall prey to his magical touch night after n
ight and damn herself to hell.

Jolie
tried to ease out of his embrace but
Cole
awoke the m
oment she tried to slip from his arms. He smiled at her with his sensuous cobalt blue eyes, and her heart skipped a beat. God he was handsome. So chiseled, so perfect, she just wanted to run her fingers over his
jaw line, and kiss his lips.

"Good morning,
kitten."

Cole
leaned in for a kiss, and
Jolie
turned hard as stone. Her body became rigid in his arms and her lips pressed together in a cold grim line.
Cole
's eyes narrowed, taken aback by her sudden coolness. Her rebuff hurt him and he lashed out, deter
mined to return the pain. "What's the matter,
Jolie
? What happen to the woman who acted like a two-bit whore in my bed last night? Have
you rediscovered your morals?"

Jolie
hissed in her breath and tried to turn away, but
Cole
caught her chin in a punishin
g hold, and forced her to meet his eyes. Hers shone bright as they filled with the tears she so desperately wanted to hold at bay, but his anger hardened him against them. "You can fight me all you want little one, but your body belongs to me. I could hav
e
you writhing and mo
aning beneath me in a minute."

"Just because you can force passion from by body doesn't mean I don't despise
you for the monster you are."

Cole
clenched his teeth. The desire to hurt her was so strong. How could he have believed she was
different? This wench was the same as all the rest. He was damn lucky he hadn't been foolish enough to allow her to creep into his heart. He had been right the first time. Love was for fools.
Cole
growled and brought his mouth down hard upon her lips.
Jol
ie
fought him, clawing at his back then pummeling his hard chest with her fists.
Cole
gathered both wrists in one hand and held them out of the way. He would show the litt
le hellion who her master was.

Jolie
struggled but finally opened her mouth under his
bruising assault. She strained against him, sickened by his touch. How many women had he forced in this same way? How many had he bedded and then sold? She finally gave up the fight and lay limp beneath him, thoughts of the poor women he sent to a life o
f
slavery helping to keep her clear headed, and resist his hot demanding mouth. 'No!' her mind screamed when her body threatened to betray her,
and this time she listened.