The Untamable Rogue (18 page)

T
he moon was
shining into the room when I awoke. I looked at Ivo who was asleep next to me. He looked relaxed. Propped up my elbow, I looked at him for a long time. I loved his wild locks and wanted most to sink my fingers into them. Carefully I lifted the cover so that I could look at him in all his glory. In the pale moonlight he looked like a statue, with light and shade, every muscle perfectly sculptured. My fingers were itching to follow the curves of his muscles, from his broad shoulders, over his chest down to his flat stomach and to his ...

Curious, my eyes remained on his resting penis. In a relaxed state it did not look as threatening as the evening before. I became hot as I thought of how it had felt to be filled by him. I wanted to touch it, to see how it felt. Carefully I put out my hand and stroked it. It felt velvety. I moved my fingers to the tip.

He murmured and I pulled my hand away. What had happened to me? Fascinated, I watched as it transformed – became bigger and harder. Furtively I looked up Ivo’s body. His eyes were still closed. He was obviously still sleeping. I touched it again, enclosing it carefully with my hand and it grew still more, twitched and almost stood up. It was a strange feeling.

He murmured again and his hand closed over mine.

‘Damn it! He is awake!’

Suddenly I felt embarrassed and did not dare look at him.

“Do you like it?” he asked with a little laughter in his voice.

I went red and became terribly hot.

“Touch me,” he requested hoarsely. “Get to know me. It all belongs to you.”

I did as he asked – at first shyly, then with growing interest, until he began to tremble and asked me to stop what I was doing by rolling on top of me.

“You’re driving me mad,” he murmured and slowly slid inside me – this time with no barrier whatsoever.

I raised my pelvis slightly, eager to feel him more deeply. I wanted to melt with him. Close was not close enough – deep not deep enough. Desperate, I sobbed convulsively and threw my arms and legs around him. His groaning in my ear was like opium for my soul. He propped himself up on his arms and his eyes gazed into mine. Tears ran over my cheeks. I needed him so desperately – I felt like a shipwreck on a stormy sea. I was at risk of sinking until I found something in his eyes that I could hold onto: the same, strong emotion that I felt – love!

My centre exploded at the same moment as he, writhing, exploded within me. Exhausted, he sank onto the bed and pulled me into his arms. I could not stop sobbing and he gently stroked my back until I was under control again and looked at him.

“I … I love you,” I said, in tears.

Gently he wiped the tears from my face.

“I love you more that my own life, Liz. I’m obsessed with you and to know that you love me, too, makes me the happiest person in the world.”

“But what about Jelonka?” I asked quietly. I was afraid of the answer but I had to know it.

“She means nothing to me and has never meant anything to me. I would have married her because I do have something like honour. After you had run away, before I even knew, Grandmother Aneta came to me. She said I had to follow you. I asked her the same as you just asked. She told me that Jelonka was meant for another man and my child …” He sighed quietly. “… it will never be born. Grandmother Aneta said that it would not grow in Jelonka’s belly and I believe her. She always knows what’s going to happen. She also knew that we are meant for one another.”

I felt relief. It would have always come between us if I had known that he had abandoned his pregnant lover. I was glad that things were different and hoped that Jelonka be happy with the man that was meant for her.

“Are you sure that you want me?” he suddenly asked. “I have nothing to offer you and I really do not belong in your world.”

“If you don’t belong in my world then I don’t belong in it, either. I can’t live without you any longer – no matter what the consequences of that. I would also live with you with your people. It is of no matter to me as long as you are with me.”

“I will always be with you,” he murmured and he kissed me slowly and provocatively.

He made love to me in a completely different way. With great tenderness he caressed every inch of my body and I melted like wax under his caresses. When I climaxed this time it was like a warm wave washing over me and it seemed to be unending. As happy as never before in my life I fell asleep in his arms once again.

Ivo woke me up with a gentle kiss. He was smiling at me. It amazed me the way a smile could change his whole face. Whereas he usually gave the impression of being hard and unapproachable, he now looked like a mischievous rascal. His eyes were twinkling at me.

“Good morning, my beauty.”

“Good morning.”

I smiled back at him, a little embarrassed at the thought of the passionate night that we had spent together.

“What shall we do with this wonderful morning?” he asked and teasingly stroked around my navel.

A blissful shudder flooded through me.

“Make love to me,” I requested in a whisper.

 “Your wish is my command,” he answered, chuckling, and set about putting his promise into action.

“Are you hungry?” asked Ivo after an hour full of passion.

I nodded.

“I’ll get you some breakfast,” he said, and jumped out of bed.

I watched him dress.

“If you keep on looking at me like this, I’ll be straight back in bed with you instead of getting you something for your hunger.”

“I’m hungry for something else apart from food.”

He laughed and winked at me.

“I had no idea that you’d be so insatiable. This is really turning out to be hard work.” 

I grinned at him teasingly.

“Are you already regretting getting involved with me? Maybe you’re not big enough for the task, after all.”

Growling, Ivo tore the clothing from his body again to prove the opposite.

“N
ow what do
you have to report?” asked the scrawny man behind the desk.

The attractive man in the large armchair sat up and cleared his throat. He gave the impression of being a bold adventurer with his ruffled, jet-black hair and his flashing, dark eyes.

“It has come to my attention that you’re looking for a Miss Graham, sir.”

The scrawny man nodded and looked at the dark-haired man with interest.

“Yes, that is true. May I presume that you have come to report something that might be of interest to me?”

“Yes, I think I could be of great help to you. – Against a small fee as …hm … shall we call it – expenses?”

The scrawny man raised an eyebrow.

“Expenses?”

“Well, your informants are also rewarded for their work, aren’t they?”

“May I first enquire as to the nature of your information? I must, of course, somehow estimate how valuable this information may be to us.”

“I happen to know where the missing person is staying – the actual house – you just need to turn the door handle.”

“How certain are you that this is Elizabeth Graham?”

“One hundred per cent. I know the girl.”

“Good. I can pay you one hundred pounds for this information.”

The adventurer shook his head.

“Oh, no! I’m not giving the information that cheaply. I want three hundred!”

“That’s three times as much as an engineer earns in a year! Out of the question.”

“Fine, then I’ll keep the information to myself,” said the adventurer and got up. “Good day!”

“Wait!” said the scrawny man, when the man had already reached the door.

The dark-haired man grinned. He had almost counted on the bloodhound paying more for the information. He slowly turned and looked at the scrawny man expectantly.

“I’ll pay you one hundred and fifty.”

“Two hundred!” the dark-haired man demanded. “That is my final offer!”

The scrawny man sighed.

“OK, fine! Come. Sit down so that we can discuss everything.”

With a quiet smile on his sensual lips the adventurer stepped across to the armchair again and took a seat.