Allura is the oldest of four daughters. Her father, desperate for her to wed, issues a challenge: Allura's hand in marriage to the first man who can discover her secret.
Many try.
Many fail.
But Hunter Grey is more determined than most.
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He smiled, then lowering his lips to hers, he captured them.
His fingers sifted through her hair, holding her head in place, allowing the
kiss to fire the very essence of his body and soul. She tasted of the sweetest
honey, and the wine she drank.
A wild, reckless passion flamed his hunger and he savored
her heady response. His lips molded over hers, his tongue tracing the seam of
her lips, demanding entrance, urging her lips to part, allowing her time to
accept him and then give in return. A soft moan formed beneath his mouth. He
reveled in the sound, parting her lips, easing deeply within, his play
enticing, meant to seduce. His own hunger grew at an alarming pace.
He had held back for so long. Now that Allura was his, truly
his, all control vanished. He lost track of time, knew not how long the kiss
lingered. He sampled her innocence and she met him with undeniable passion. She
surprised him at every turn, meeting him, responding to his caress, firing the
inferno within him.
"Hunter," she paused, withdrawing from him. Her
eyes were wide pools of desire and innocence, her lips swollen. She placed a
soft fingertip on his lips, silencing him when he meant to speak. "I will
teach you to trust me. You will learn that my promise means everything to me."
"More than anything, I would like that." And he
discovered that he meant those words. He wanted to trust Allura--to believe in
her.
"Trust won’t come easy, will it?" She ran her
finger across his jaw then traced the seam of his lips. Her eyes searched his. He
wished he could reach into her heart and see what was there.
"No," he said, remembering his stepmother. The
past that he would give most anything to forget was too vivid in his mind. Yet
forgetting the treachery would only put his life in turmoil and danger. He would
hold his past apart from the present, but he would not forget.
"Who caused such distrust?" Allura asked. "If
I could, I would put the fear of God in that woman."
"I do not care to speak of it," he turned away
from her, distancing himself not from Allura but from the memories best left in
the dark recesses of his mind. Then he gazed at her, his heart lightened by her
smile and her proud spirit. "It’s our wedding night and I can think of
much more enjoyable ways to pass the time." His stepmother had been
treacherous. Guy’s evil was nothing compared to that of the woman whose home he
lived in as a child.
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