Blood Red
Chapter One
Awakening
The Village of Maidensby, Yorkshire, 1818
"Can you imagine both our mouths on you, love?"
Althea sighed as the seductive male voice whispered behind
her. His warm breath danced over the nape of her neck, stirring
loose strands of her hair.
A moan spilled from her lips as his big hands closed over her
shoulders, slipping beneath the straps of her chemise. One pair
of hands-a gentleman's hands, long-fingered, elegant. Hot,
slightly rough, and all too real.
How could a dream stir her senses so?
Her dream lover massaged her shoulders and the controlled
power in his touch vibrated through her. His fingers stroked
the top of her spine. A bolt of desire raced down and exploded
between her legs, drawing out a gasping sob from her very soul.
A desperate sound. A plea.
For mercy? Or for more?
With a low chuckle, he held her as her legs melted beneath
her.
Against her ear, his husky voice promised sin.
"Can you imagine my hands and his worshipping you?"
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