Cienna's Amulet, A Christmas Romance (Raymara Barwil Romance) Read Online Free Page A

stuttered, before breaking down into tears. He lightly placed his hand on the small of her back and led her to his living room and onto his two-seater sofa where he sat beside her, rubbing her shoulders as she cried, deep body shaking sobs.   
     
    Cienna was feeling the emotion of all the grief from her Damawyn’s death, all the anger at her father and all the fear at what she had just experienced, and she couldn't stop the tears. Miguel was deeply moved by her sorrow and caressed her tenderly, wishing he could wipe away all her pain.  
     
    For almost an hour, they remained on the sofa as she cried her heart out. Not a word was spoken, but within that hour Miguel was sure that Cienna had revealed the deepest, hidden places in her soul. For a strong woman like her to cry like that around anyone felt somehow intimate. Within that hour, Miguel knew he was completely in love with her; he had admired her from afar for months, but now he was willing to die for her.
     
    By the time she grew still, she was enclosed in Miguel's arms, her head resting on his chest. His heart beat was steady and reassuring and sitting there, they both felt at peace. 
    “Thank you,” she said, her voice husky and low. “I’m so sorry I doubted you, but now I need to know more... I have so many questions that I need you to answer.”  
    “Cienna, you’ve been through a lot tonight; let’s get you home and in a hot bath -- we don’t have much time, but you’ve had a shock.”  
    “Don’t leave me alone! Please,” exclaimed Cienna.  
    “Of course not, never. Let me grab some things. I’ll stay with you tonight... If you agree, once you hear me out, then we’ll leave at dawn.”  
     
    “To go where?” 
     
    “Sennen, near Lands End. Your father is now there... At Castylly Sprig-gan, the Faery Palace at Caer Sen Senana.” These latter names were unfamiliar to Cienna, but she was now willing to follow Miguel to the ends of the Earth, if needs be… 
     
    Chapter 5
     
    She’s been upstairs way too long... She’s not answering when I call her name. Surely she’s finished taking her bath after an hour... Oh no, what if the attack hurt her more than we thought? From what she told me earlier it sounded like pestriors... They could have cursed her or… 
     
    Miguel got up, ran to the hall and up the stairs, taking two at a time. His heart was in his mouth as he approached the closed bathroom door. Opening it, he saw the steamy room was empty. 
     
    He walked a few steps and opened the door to his right.  Cienna lay on the bed, sleeping soundly. There was a tub of body moisturiser next to her right hand. She must have fallen asleep before she applied it. She was wearing a pastel pink belted bathrobe that gaped tantalisingly in the chest area revealing just a hint of the firm mounds of Cienna’s breasts. Her raven waves of hair cascaded over the side of the bed, almost touching the floor. 
     
    Miguel moved to her and gently moved her damp hair onto the bed. He reached for her blanket to cover her. Cienna jerked awake, opening her eyes in fright. When she saw it was Miguel she was relieved and hugged him tight. He felt himself begin to harden at her touch.
     
    Cienna knew the effect she was having and now she did not care. She let her bathrobe fall open a little wider, so that she exposed the hint of one pink nipple.
     
    I want him...I need him now...I have to have him…
     
    “Cienna...this isn’t right. I’m here to look after you,” Miguel murmured under his breath, before he gave into his desires and kissed Cienna’s rosy lips. She kissed him back passionately and pulled him to her until they were lying on her bed.
     
    The heat began to rise within Cienna, all over her body, but this time it was deliciously concentrated in her most intimate areas. Miguel felt the power of the heat; he began to sweat and could not continue until he had removed his clothes, with Cienna’s encouragement. At the sight of his