Gently, he captured her full breasts in his hands and eased them together. He hadn’t spent nearly enough time worshiping these two beauties, an omission he needed to rectify, now.
He rolled his tongue around one delectably tight nipple, sucked the treasure deep inside his mouth and groaned as his need for her built to fierce and fiery life all over again. Damn it. He’d hardly gone soft down below and now he was rock hard once more. There would be no leaving the sanctuary of her body yet.
Lavishing her breasts, he nipped and licked as he surged into her. Never had he tasted a more delicious meal than his bride and if he intended on surviving the next few hours then he’d be partaking of all she could offer him, over and over until he’d saturated himself in her. Only then could he ride out as she’d asked. With one palm around the back of her head, he tangled his fingers in her long golden-red locks and kissed her with all the wild need flaring to ravenous life within him. “You’re my true mate, the one I’ll always hunger for.”
“As I will always hunger for you.” She caressed down his back and over his backside, her eyes twinkling with such devilment. “I feel so greedy.”
“That makes two of us.” He kissed her as he slid his cock back out then pushed all the way back inside her again. They fit together with sheer perfection, her body accepting every single inch of his, and with her mind open as she shared her thoughts along their connection, his heart and soul lifted even higher.
“Mmm.” Eyelids fluttering closed, she moaned her pleasure, every inch of her hot channel squeezing him to the point of pain, the pressure tightening his balls and making him want to ram into her.
“Am I too heavy?”
“Gloriously so.” She licked his bottom lip, nibbled along his jaw then pushed him over and rolled with him until she came up on top. Back arched and her breasts thrust toward him, she edged up until she sat across his hips, his cock still wedged deep inside her as she stretched her arms high above her head.
“I love it when you sit on top of me. This will likely become one of my most favored positions.” He glided over her lush breasts, every inch of her an enticement he couldn’t get enough of.
“I love being right here too.” She wriggled against his groin, her breasts swaying heavy and full and completely demanding his attention.
“You’re giving me the most wicked thoughts.” He dotted her breasts with love bites before he sucked one nipple deep inside his mouth and swiped the tip with his tongue.
“This one is missing out.” She lifted her other breast to him. “It also requires your very special brand of touch.”
He bestowed her other breast with the same attention as he’d given the first then grazed a finger through her curls below and fondled her nub.
She squeaked when he did and her breathing quickened. She lifted up and sank back down on him, did so again and again, building a wicked rhythm as she rode him so beautifully. “Oh goodness. I seem to tingle everywhere, no matter where you touch me.”
“If you feel too sensitive, tell me.”
“Aye, too sensitive, but I still want more.” Whimpering with need, she picked up her pace, her breasts bouncing about and he ran his tongue around each nipple in turn, the aureoles beading tighter and harder.
“I need more of you too.” He seized her mouth and kissed her, swept his tongue over hers in a hot caress that sent red hazing behind his eyes. He had to have her, now. He toppled her onto her back and with one fierce stroke, drove deep inside her and she scraped her nails down his back, her possessive touch making him lose all control.
Again and again, he thrust then with one definitive flick of his finger over her nub, she gasped and cried out, her channel pulsing around him and he gave into his need, his essence streaming from him and pumping into her. Sheer love for his woman took ahold of him and saturated his senses. With her in his arms, her heartbeat a pounding mess against his, he reveled in their joining and the deep depths their bond ran.
“Oh, glad I am that this is now your chamber too.” She stretched underneath him, the sunlight dancing over her flushed cheeks and lush breasts.
“I would starve if you ever kept me from your bed.” Slowly, he eased his rocking and brought them both gently back down. He’d taken her hard, needed to ensure all was well. That desire overrode all else and carefully, he eased out and knelt between her spread legs, glided his hands over her inner thighs and touched the smear of blood streaked across her flesh. Thank heavens he’d found her before she’d ever spoken vows with Duncan. If he’d taken only a few more days to reach her, then he would’ve been a few days too late, her innocence gifted to another.