Corin & Angelique (After the Fall of Night) by Sherri Claytor Page B
Authors: Sherri Claytor
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creatures of the night share a common language.” He stepped closer and claimed her hand.
His dark, enigmatic eyes drew her in. She was powerless to resist, although resisting was the farthest thing from her mind. Taking in a quick breath, his touch was merely a tease, sending a sensation of pins and needles rushing through her, making her yearn for more.
“The night, it’s full of life. It stirs while the rest of the world lies sleeping,” he said. “Close your eyes and listen.”
Angelique shut her eyes and the sounds became clear—the rushing of water, crickets and frogs, the whistling of the wind blowing through the treetops. The night birds calling to one another from distant branches further added to the beauty of the symphony, creating a soothing melody that could lull her to sleep. Everything was separate, yet perfectly blended.
“It’s incredible.” She opened her eyes and looked into his dark stare.
“You see, I do understand your attraction to the night, probably better than anyone else could. She’s the queen of seduction—a true siren. Like you, I am just another of her many captives. But as tempting as it may be, you have to be careful right now.” He leaned toward her and inhaled, lingering several seconds. “Forgive me.”
Stepping back, he released her hand.
“There’s nothing to apologize for,” she was disappointed he’d pulled away, wishing he had kissed her.
She had wanted him from the very first time she’d laid eyes on him a month earlier, recalling the evening. Night had just fallen when he came along, finding her trying to catch a stubborn mare that had slipped through the gate. She was a short distance past the farm on Old Denaud Road, attempting to coax the horse to her with a bucket of feed. Seeing her predicament, he’d stopped to help, and to her surprise, had the mare eating right out of his hand in a matter of minutes. Standing there with him now, she found herself in the same position as that lulled mare—ready to take whatever he had to give.
* * * *
Corin stood on the bank, struggling against his desire to take Angelique’s enticing, rosy mouth to his.
“The night is a seductress, she puts her spell on us all,” he said.
“You really are a night owl.”
Corin allowed a slight laugh to escape. If she only knew how right on the mark she was .
“I didn’t hear your car,” she mentioned. “The creek’s so loud.”
“I could have been anyone. I’ll say it again, Angelique, you shouldn’t be wandering off alone.”
He understood that he couldn’t pin down her free spirit—one of the many things he loved about her—but he had to open her eyes to the danger existing there. He couldn’t bear to lose her, especially not as food to a nocturnal hunter.
“I love how you worry about me,” she twirl ed a long tendril of hair around her finger.
Corin turned away, fighting his compulsion to take her in his arms and have his way with her, something he knew he shouldn’t do…could not do. Struggling against his animal urges, he’d managed to control his desires until she wrapped her arms around him from behind, sending a rage of heat through his loins.
His restraint weakening, he turned and faced her. She was enticing as the night, a force whose pull he could not resist. Peering into her eyes, she initiated the first move, taking both of his hands in hers and stepping so near he felt the warmth of her skin. Her scent was arousing, her face so close to his jaw-line that her breath moistened his neck.
Expelling a groan, he seized her slender waist and pulled her against him, unable to resist her pull any longer. Giving in to desire, he brushed his lips over the top of her sable head, silently cursing himself for his weakness. His hands traveled up her seductive body, stopping when he reached her face, where he placed two fingers under her chin and lifted her gaze to meet his. He saw her want, her need, pure hunger in the depths of her gaze,
His dark, enigmatic eyes drew her in. She was powerless to resist, although resisting was the farthest thing from her mind. Taking in a quick breath, his touch was merely a tease, sending a sensation of pins and needles rushing through her, making her yearn for more.
“The night, it’s full of life. It stirs while the rest of the world lies sleeping,” he said. “Close your eyes and listen.”
Angelique shut her eyes and the sounds became clear—the rushing of water, crickets and frogs, the whistling of the wind blowing through the treetops. The night birds calling to one another from distant branches further added to the beauty of the symphony, creating a soothing melody that could lull her to sleep. Everything was separate, yet perfectly blended.
“It’s incredible.” She opened her eyes and looked into his dark stare.
“You see, I do understand your attraction to the night, probably better than anyone else could. She’s the queen of seduction—a true siren. Like you, I am just another of her many captives. But as tempting as it may be, you have to be careful right now.” He leaned toward her and inhaled, lingering several seconds. “Forgive me.”
Stepping back, he released her hand.
“There’s nothing to apologize for,” she was disappointed he’d pulled away, wishing he had kissed her.
She had wanted him from the very first time she’d laid eyes on him a month earlier, recalling the evening. Night had just fallen when he came along, finding her trying to catch a stubborn mare that had slipped through the gate. She was a short distance past the farm on Old Denaud Road, attempting to coax the horse to her with a bucket of feed. Seeing her predicament, he’d stopped to help, and to her surprise, had the mare eating right out of his hand in a matter of minutes. Standing there with him now, she found herself in the same position as that lulled mare—ready to take whatever he had to give.
* * * *
Corin stood on the bank, struggling against his desire to take Angelique’s enticing, rosy mouth to his.
“The night is a seductress, she puts her spell on us all,” he said.
“You really are a night owl.”
Corin allowed a slight laugh to escape. If she only knew how right on the mark she was .
“I didn’t hear your car,” she mentioned. “The creek’s so loud.”
“I could have been anyone. I’ll say it again, Angelique, you shouldn’t be wandering off alone.”
He understood that he couldn’t pin down her free spirit—one of the many things he loved about her—but he had to open her eyes to the danger existing there. He couldn’t bear to lose her, especially not as food to a nocturnal hunter.
“I love how you worry about me,” she twirl ed a long tendril of hair around her finger.
Corin turned away, fighting his compulsion to take her in his arms and have his way with her, something he knew he shouldn’t do…could not do. Struggling against his animal urges, he’d managed to control his desires until she wrapped her arms around him from behind, sending a rage of heat through his loins.
His restraint weakening, he turned and faced her. She was enticing as the night, a force whose pull he could not resist. Peering into her eyes, she initiated the first move, taking both of his hands in hers and stepping so near he felt the warmth of her skin. Her scent was arousing, her face so close to his jaw-line that her breath moistened his neck.
Expelling a groan, he seized her slender waist and pulled her against him, unable to resist her pull any longer. Giving in to desire, he brushed his lips over the top of her sable head, silently cursing himself for his weakness. His hands traveled up her seductive body, stopping when he reached her face, where he placed two fingers under her chin and lifted her gaze to meet his. He saw her want, her need, pure hunger in the depths of her gaze,
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