Horse Lord and Dark Angel
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Lord of the Rings Movies › Het - Male/Female
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Lord of the Rings Movies › Het - Male/Female
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
4
Views:
2,313
Reviews:
2
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own the Lord of the Rings book series and movie series, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Dropping In
Chapter Four
Dropping In
She fell right into his waiting arms, and he couldn’t believe it. Her hair was mussed, her cheeks bright with color, her eyes glittering like emeralds in the candlelight. Her lips shone in the light as she wet them with her tongue, nervousness in every line of her face, every flickering of her thick, black lashes. His hands held her up, splayed along her smooth, bare back.
“Oh, dear,” she whispered, and he hauled her to her feet, pulled her against his chest. She inhaled sharply, realizing he was completely naked, and caught the scent of male sweat and horse and sex. “Oh, dear, um… sorry about that… falling into your room, I mean… um… I should, uh, I should go… yeah, go.” She was fidgeting as she stared up into his face, putting a hand to her hair, trying to break her gaze away from his face. “I should really… really should-”
“Stay,” he said softly. Her eyes went wide in shock and she shook her head. “Or not. Are you sure, however?” She swallowed hard, eyes big in her white face. He noticed suddenly how well the plain white shift she wore fit her, hugging every luscious curve of her body and baring shoulders, back, and throat to him. He wanted to brush tiny, teasing kisses along her body, to see what she would do. “Well?”
She bit her lip and cried, “Oh, I… I would… I’m honored but… you’d hate it. You would totally hate the entire experience, I promise you.” He realized she was deliberately ignoring the rigid length of his cock pressed against her belly, which made him smile. “No, really, you’d hate it.” Because I’d end up drinking you down like strawberry cordial, my lord, because your blood is so very sweet.
He chuckled, and knew from her slightly panicked expression that she could feel his laugh rumbling through his broad chest. Her hand came up and she nearly touched his bare chest, the thick blond hair covering it, but jerked her hand back at the last moment, inhaling sharply and staring at the offending appendage as if it had somehow betrayed her.
“I can assure you, lovely Mina, that I would quite enjoy the experience.” His voice was deep, rumbling in his chest, and she paled, swallowing hard. “Totally… enjoy… the entire… experience.”
“Oh, please, don’t do that, you’re killing me,” she said. Her hands came up to rest against his shoulders, the muscles bunching under her fingers as his arms came up to encircle her. “Please don’t do that.”
“Do what?” He asked, grinning. “Tell you how much… I’d enjoy taking you to my bed?” She whispered, breathless, “If you were any other man, I would say they were just saying something very… obnoxious and pompous, but it sounds totally different coming out of your mouth.”
Because I said it to you once, my little one. She slammed her mind shut against Kristoff’s violating mind touch. She wouldn’t let him see how much he upset and frightened her, nor how much she loved being in Eomer’s arms.
“Why does everything sound so much nicer coming out of your mouth, my lord?”
“What do you think of my mouth, little one?” Eomer asked, his hands settling on her hips. He had such large, hot, rough hands and she suddenly wanted them on her body, caressing her, all over… oh, dear.
“It’s, uh, very, uh… look, now you’ve got me stammering. My lord, I should really just be… on… my way please stop looking at me like that.”
“Like what?” He asked, grin becoming rakish.
“Like….” She swallowed hard, staring up at him. “Like you want me for me. Not just because you like the way I look. I know you don’t. So, my lord, I’m going to go now. This time, I mean it. Good night, my lord.” And with that, she slipped from his arms and out the bedroom door, cursing herself.
Eomer stared for a long moment at the door shut firmly behind her, then stalked back to his bed and threw himself down onto it with a groan. He didn’t understand her at all!
Dropping In
She fell right into his waiting arms, and he couldn’t believe it. Her hair was mussed, her cheeks bright with color, her eyes glittering like emeralds in the candlelight. Her lips shone in the light as she wet them with her tongue, nervousness in every line of her face, every flickering of her thick, black lashes. His hands held her up, splayed along her smooth, bare back.
“Oh, dear,” she whispered, and he hauled her to her feet, pulled her against his chest. She inhaled sharply, realizing he was completely naked, and caught the scent of male sweat and horse and sex. “Oh, dear, um… sorry about that… falling into your room, I mean… um… I should, uh, I should go… yeah, go.” She was fidgeting as she stared up into his face, putting a hand to her hair, trying to break her gaze away from his face. “I should really… really should-”
“Stay,” he said softly. Her eyes went wide in shock and she shook her head. “Or not. Are you sure, however?” She swallowed hard, eyes big in her white face. He noticed suddenly how well the plain white shift she wore fit her, hugging every luscious curve of her body and baring shoulders, back, and throat to him. He wanted to brush tiny, teasing kisses along her body, to see what she would do. “Well?”
She bit her lip and cried, “Oh, I… I would… I’m honored but… you’d hate it. You would totally hate the entire experience, I promise you.” He realized she was deliberately ignoring the rigid length of his cock pressed against her belly, which made him smile. “No, really, you’d hate it.” Because I’d end up drinking you down like strawberry cordial, my lord, because your blood is so very sweet.
He chuckled, and knew from her slightly panicked expression that she could feel his laugh rumbling through his broad chest. Her hand came up and she nearly touched his bare chest, the thick blond hair covering it, but jerked her hand back at the last moment, inhaling sharply and staring at the offending appendage as if it had somehow betrayed her.
“I can assure you, lovely Mina, that I would quite enjoy the experience.” His voice was deep, rumbling in his chest, and she paled, swallowing hard. “Totally… enjoy… the entire… experience.”
“Oh, please, don’t do that, you’re killing me,” she said. Her hands came up to rest against his shoulders, the muscles bunching under her fingers as his arms came up to encircle her. “Please don’t do that.”
“Do what?” He asked, grinning. “Tell you how much… I’d enjoy taking you to my bed?” She whispered, breathless, “If you were any other man, I would say they were just saying something very… obnoxious and pompous, but it sounds totally different coming out of your mouth.”
Because I said it to you once, my little one. She slammed her mind shut against Kristoff’s violating mind touch. She wouldn’t let him see how much he upset and frightened her, nor how much she loved being in Eomer’s arms.
“Why does everything sound so much nicer coming out of your mouth, my lord?”
“What do you think of my mouth, little one?” Eomer asked, his hands settling on her hips. He had such large, hot, rough hands and she suddenly wanted them on her body, caressing her, all over… oh, dear.
“It’s, uh, very, uh… look, now you’ve got me stammering. My lord, I should really just be… on… my way please stop looking at me like that.”
“Like what?” He asked, grin becoming rakish.
“Like….” She swallowed hard, staring up at him. “Like you want me for me. Not just because you like the way I look. I know you don’t. So, my lord, I’m going to go now. This time, I mean it. Good night, my lord.” And with that, she slipped from his arms and out the bedroom door, cursing herself.
Eomer stared for a long moment at the door shut firmly behind her, then stalked back to his bed and threw himself down onto it with a groan. He didn’t understand her at all!