He Calls Her Jasmine Read Online Free

The thought of tangling it about his body, binding her to him with those silken ebony strands made his mouth go dry.
    Jasmine looked her fill at the dark knight.
    Her savior. Her fallen angel. The knight she’d dreamed of yet never imagined she’d e’er possess.
    The bed linens, bleached white with age and many washings, contrasted with a coverlet of marten furs and his sun-kissed, lightly furred body.
    His rampant cock stood erect, blue-veined and throbbing. The ring through its ruby tip reflected the flickering light from beeswax candles burning in silver sconces about the room. It held her gaze as though it had cast a warlock’s spell upon her. Looking at him that way and imagining taking his huge sword deep inside her cunt made her love juices flow, wetting her with slick, hot liquid.
    A sweet smell of incense permeated the air, and a breeze from the arrow slits took the edge off the white-hot heat of her desire.
    “Come to me, Jasmine.”
    The deep sound of Rolfe’s voice poured over her like honey and mead, sweet yet seductive, at once gentle and fierce. She sat on the edge of the bed and looked her fill at his handsome face…his massive, powerfully muscled body. A huge man, he bore few battle scars, but she recalled the apparent ease with which he’d dispatched her attackers and imagined he had left his mark on many an unfortunate knight. The pelt of dark hair on his broad chest narrowed to a thin line at his waist, then fanned out again to surround his huge, rigid cock.
    She shuddered. That jeweled sword would soon pierce her, and though she wanted to take it deep within her cunt and feel its strength, she felt a frisson of unease.
    “What if I am yet a virgin, my lord?” she whispered as she lay her head on his chest.
    “I will take care, my sweet. If I must deflower you, ‘twill hurt but for a moment, ere joy washes the pain away.”
    She shifted her head, and her lips came in contact with a pebbled nub. When she took his nipple in her mouth the way he had suckled her in the bath, she caught the small ring with her tongue. With one hand, she searched out and found his other flat male nipple, similarly raised at its tip by a thin gold ring that passed through his flesh.
    “More gold, my lord?”
    “‘Tis usually a woman’s adornment, but the rings can bring pleasure to a man, as well. Come, my Jasmine. Ride me as you would a mighty stallion.” He lifted her at the waist, settled her astride him, and drew her down until their lips met.
    ‘Twas carnal, all sensation and little else, the way he thrust his tongue into her mouth and sucked hers deep into his throat while he used his fingers to coax more of the slick juices from her throbbing cunt.
    Rolfe inserted one finger inside her, his touch gentle as he probed her depths. “Sweeting, you will be mine alone,” he murmured against her lips before sealing them to hers once more.
    So no man’s sword had yet pierced her. He would be the first. She clutched his shoulders, urging him ever closer. Hurry, my dark angel . Impatient, she wanted to beg him to rid her of her innocence. Show her carnal joys she had so far only glimpsed.
    When he broke the kiss, she felt bereft. But then he shifted and positioned himself to enter her, and she rose on her knees to give him room. The feel of his hard, hot cock pulsing against her sopping inner lips, throbbing wildly and tipped with rigid gold, made her squirm. Made her yearn for more.
    “Take my hands, sweeting.” Arms extended at his sides, he entwined their fingers when she did his bidding.
    She lay sprawled atop him, the hard, aching tips of her breasts stabbing his chest. The soft hair on his legs tickled her inner thighs, and the blunt, thick tip of his rigid cock pulsated as though knocking at the door to her soul. She needed all of him, wanted to take his hot flesh and fill the aching void inside her.
    “‘Tis the coitus of the gods.” He shifted his hips and slid a fraction of an inch farther inside