Who Is Mistral Dawn?

Mistral Dawn is a thirty-something gal who has lived on both coasts of the US but somehow never in the middle. She currently resides in the Southeast US with her kitty cats (please spay or neuter! :-)) where she works as a hospital drudge and attends graduate school. Taken By The Huntsman is her first effort at writing fiction and if it is well received she has ideas for several more novels and short-stories in this series. Please feel free to visit her on FaceBook or drop her a line at mistralkdawn@gmail.com

Tuesday, January 20, 2015

Something To Brighten Your Tuesday! :-)

Smiling, Uaine brought both of his hands up to cup her face tenderly.  He laid the most chaste of kisses on her mouth, and when she tried to deepen it he used the grip he had on her chin to restrain her.

Roni's eyes had somehow closed when she felt his lips against hers, but they flew open when she felt him pull away and met his as he grinned down at her.  Taking a deep breath she tried to settle herself.  Perhaps several thousand years was enough time for a male to finally learn a few tricks.

Uaine gently maneuvered his Anamchara so that her back was between the restraints.  He didn't raise her up onto the platform yet, but he took her hands and placed them next to her head on the wall.  Lightly pressing on them, he looked into her eyes to see if she understood she was to keep them there.  When she nodded, he lowered his hands to her shoulders, massaging them, and then ran them slowly down her body. His thumbs brushed almost imperceptibly over her breasts and he felt her nipples harden. 

Smiling to himself at her responsiveness, his hands drifted lower; over her hips and thighs, squeezing slightly as they moved, until he reached the hem of her dress.  With one quick motion, he grabbed her garment and lifted it over her head. Her arms pulled through cleanly, and he dropped the clothing on the ground.  Pausing a moment, he allowed himself to admire the beauty of his female in her undergarments.  Heat filled his eyes as he thought about how he would worship her body.

Roni gasped in surprise as her dress flew over her head, and then smiled at the look on Uaine's face.  That was the type of desire she wanted to see when a male looked at her in lingerie; it went a long way towards soothing the hurt caused by his previous rejection.  With challenge in her eyes, Roni stepped back and up onto the platform, keeping her hands next to her head.

Uaine licked his lips and hoped that his mate was enjoying their game as much as she seemed to be.  The playfulness in her expression made him think she might be...now he just needed to put some heat in her eyes.  Reaching up, he moved her arms lower so he could slide the straps of her bra down, but he had never seen a Fae female wear such a garment and the method for removing it completely escaped him.

Laughing at his confusion, Roni reached behind herself and unhooked the clasp of her bra.  She allowed it to slowly drift down until her chest was fully revealed, reveling in her lover's response to his first sight of her uncovered breasts. She was proud of the fact that even with such a large bust, removing the support resulted in barely any sagging at all.  The garment fell from her fingers and she kicked it away.

Leaning toward his Anamchara, Uaine put his hands on her forearms and pinned them against the wall as his lips moved slowly from her shoulder to the hollow just below her ear. He breathed against her and allowed his shirt-covered chest to brush lightly against her swollen nipples.  A shudder went through her as he moved both of her wrists into the restraints.

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