The Third Night of the Honeymoon
by Terry L. Gardner
Sarek/Amanda
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She stood next to the bed, gazing out the open window
of the honeymoon suite at the rising of the moon coming up over
Sarek came up and stood next to her. "Does not the moon coming up over the
water soothe your mind, my wife? Many a time I have watched a moonrise and been
soothed at the sight. But I never enjoyed any so much as the ones I have
watched with you."
Amanda's heart almost turned over. How could he do this so nonchalantly? One
minute they were talking about poetry, and in the next instant he was paying
her a compliment so sweet she could find nothing to say. He turned to look at
her, and she found she couldn't turn her gaze away. Maybe this would be the
time he would come out and say that he loved her instead of simply showing it?
He had shown her in a thousand ways that she was loved … but he had never said
it.
His eyes had an intense look that Amanda had rarely seen before. Slowly, he
placed his hand on her cheek and drew her face to his. His kiss was sweet and
tender. Gradually, it became more passionate, more ardent. His mouth was
inviting, persuasive; she felt such a strong, swift rising of desire that took
her breath away. Indeed, she thought she might never breathe again, might never
want to.
He slid his palm along the column of her neck, tunneled
his fingers through her hair, and she shivered. She moaned faintly and wound
her arms around his neck and drew even closer. Lightly, gently, ever so gently,
he kissed her eyelids, her cheeks, her neck, and moved back to her parted lips,
traveled down to the pulse-point of her throat and then made his way up to her
incredibly sweet mouth again and with a small groan, covered her mouth with
his.
Amanda drew a ragged breath and melted into him. His kisses inflamed her,
soothed her and left her wanting more, and again she wrapped her arms around
his neck, pulling his mouth – and his body – closer to her, wanting the moment
to go on forever, yet wondering if it could. Everything felt so right! Hungrily
she gasped and kissed him again, feeling warmth, a 'rightness' that traveled
through her entire body.
Sarek pulled away slightly and she pulled him back again, wrapping herself
around his neck so tightly she lifted herself from the floor. Gently, Sarek
grasped her waist and held her to him closely, his chest heaving.
Softly, he lowered her to the bed beside him. His lips slid across her cheek to
the nape of her neck. He began trailing smoldering kisses down her shoulder to her
breast. His fingers seductively traced the curve of her breasts, belly and
hips.
Amanda loved him. She felt it—the fierce, possessive strength of it; the vital
truth of it; the living, breathing essence of it. She knew that ferocious
desire to be everything to him and knew with every breath she took that he was
what made her life worth living.