The Samurai That I Loved

第32章

His own heartbeat was pounding inside his ears like a perpetual drum. His hands were locked to Eliza's thighs as if her body was his and his alone for the taking. She was looking back at him with her porcelain shoulders exposed like an ethereal, inviting enchantress. Her sapphire eyes were glistening with anxious nervousness that hid nothing of her innocent nature, her utter lack of experience, and the obvious truth that she was still a virgin.

But how could he stop?

He refused to look away from her innocent eyes as his hand slid over her tender femininity. Playing gently into her sensitive folds with his fingers, he watched as her eyelashes fluttered and her lips parted in unveiled pleasure. She was so easy to read and understand. Her feelings were always on full display, lightened from the inside of her gorgeous face.

Slowly dipping two delicate fingers deeply inside of her, he settled himself between her parted legs and continued to watch her intently as she jolted from the foreign intrusion. She moaned lightly at the same time her eyes closed and her head fell back against the blankets. Spellbound by her beauty and the way her body tightened so sweetly against his hand, he found himself murmuring in English,

"You are so beautiful, my little hana."

Her eyes partly opened as she gazed at him with adoration inside her irises. A small smile curved up her lips and she tilted her head, sending a sweep of red hair over her shoulder and one breast. Hesitantly, her hands came up his arms in an exploring ascension that sent desire down to his very groin. He only stiffened slightly when her fingers curved beneath the edge of his kimono and softly gripped the material.

Silently, he allowed her to slowly slide it off his shoulders, then completely from his person. He followed en suite, tenderly removing the rest of her own garments until she was devastatingly, gloriously naked beneath him. His breath was suddenly caught in his throat at the sight of her and he knew he was a completely lost man.

Her long, slender legs went up to a beautiful thatch of red curls between those lush thighs. Her stomach smoothed softly in beautiful curves before leading up to her enticing, little plump breasts. Her long neck was elegantly arched as her full lips were half-parted in fascination from the darkened desire inside his gaze and the way his hand continued to move within her.

Without having any ability to control himself brought on from her beguiling trance, Shojiro lowered his head and pressed passionate, fervid kisses to her stomach, quickening his pace within her core, moving, pushing and coaxing her pleasure and soaking in the sweet wetness of her on his fingers.

Her hands were suddenly gripping his pants, pulling them down in quick tugs of impatience. He held back his smile as he shoved his hand deeper inside of her, forcing a harsh moan to escape from her lips. Her hands faltered on his pants line before he moved away from her. The moment his hand left her body, she was jerking her head up to look at him in frustrated confusion. Her eyes were twinkling with lust, yet she said nothing as he sat up and brushed her hands away from him.

Within the next lingering moments, Shojiro desperately tried to consider all the many reasons while stealing her innocence would be a horrific, irreversible leap. His pleasure-hazed mind just-barely clung to the last bit of sanity he had left to ponder how her own life could personally be affected by this. Was this a mistake?

Yes. All of it was one mistake after another.

But it was too late to turn back.

He was far, far gone.

"Shojiro-San?" Eliza whispered shyly, breaking his train of thought. His almond eyes gazed down at her face while he took a deep breath. His shoulders slightly rose along with his defined chest while he battled with the need to ravish her.