“Aye, we did, but I cannae keep my hands off you.” He stroked one hand down her side, over her hip and along her outer thigh.
“I’ll never agree to being your leman.” Surely only heartache would follow if she did, only the sweet need currently racing through her very blood, and her deep desire to have at least this one last moment with him overrode all else. Aye, dawn had to be close and with the rising of the sun, so too would come their inevitable parting. One last touch. “What do you want from me, Coll?”
“I want your skin sliding against mine, and I want to touch you below, just as I did afore. I want to bring you pleasure and to make you come.” The gold flecks in his brown eyes shimmered bright as he moved into a crouch between her spread legs and tugged her hem higher. “You’re all I can think about. You consume my every thought, both day and night, always have and always will.”
“Wait.” She could barely breathe with how fast he moved. “You disrobe first.”
“As you wish.” With a wicked grin, he heaved his tunic over his head then let it slip slowly through his fingers until it pooled onto the covers beside them. His cock rose sure and strong from a nest of black curls, his large shaft saluting her high.
It beckoned for her touch and she gave into her own need and wrapped her fingers around him. He was so firm, thick and pulsing with life. A bead of his essence leaked free and shimmered on the head. Gently, she rolled her thumb over it. Aye, she wanted this moment, would never let it pass her by, no matter their parting would soon come.
Lifting up, she released him, but not for long. She smoothed her hands over his rigid pecs, the smattering of dark chest hair tickling her fingers. Oh, how she itched to touch all of him and greedy for more, she traced over his wide shoulders, caressed along the firm contours of his biceps and forearms then wriggled forward, swept her hands around to his back and over the curves of his tight buttocks. Her mate was allowing her to touch him. More, she needed more.
She cupped his balls in one hand, the fine hairs covering them silky smooth.
“What are you thinking, feeling?” His balls drew even tighter and higher, the hunger in his eyes blazing bright.
“I love you, Coll. I always have.”
“Dinnae say that.” He tipped her back, slid her shift up her body until he exposed her upper thighs then took her right foot in his hand and massaged the soft arch before trailing upward along her calf until he reached her knee. Smoothly, he set her foot down and massaged her other foot with the same firm, kneading touch. “I want to treasure this moment with you while I can, to never forget the sensation of your creamy skin under my fingers.”
“I want to know your body as I know my own as well.” She snuggled her head into her pillow, her anger at him from last eve flickering swiftly away.
“As I wish to know yours.” He eased onto his belly between her legs, raised her knees over his shoulders and slid her shift higher, until his gaze caught on the red curls covering her entrance. With a deep inhale, he parted her folds and stroked along her sensitive slit. “There are simply no words to describe the emotions currently taking me, but my heart is pounding so hard, will likely heave from my chest soon enough. I hunger for a taste of you, to devour every inch of your flesh and to stamp my mark upon you.”
“You may do as you please.” Her heartbeat pounded fiercely too. She could never turn her chosen one away, not when their very souls were bound to each other’s.
“I give you my word I willnae take your innocence.” He pushed one finger inside her channel, stroked so decadently in and out before curving his finger into the perfect spot that had her rocking her hips for even more of his exquisite touch.
And more he gave her. He stroked higher and such pleasure ricocheted through her core, made her nipples stiffen into even harder points and abrade the soft cotton still covering them.
“I want to see all of you.” Coll pushed her shift higher, past her belly and breasts then drew it over her head and dropped it on top of his tunic. Their clothing piled together looked so right, and as he cupped her breasts and plucked her nipples, the sight of him loving her even more so. “You’re my fiery empath, always mine.”
“I love how it feels when you touch me. Please, dinnae stop.”
“I have no intention of stopping right now.” He nibbled on her breasts, up the length of her neck, along her jaw then nuzzled in behind each of her earlobes. His teeth grazed her skin and she writhed against him, rolled her hips into his in a wanton way which she couldn’t halt, the needy sensations spiraling through her in ever-increasing waves. “Are you ready for more?” he whispered raggedly in her ear.
“Aye,” she panted, barely able to draw in a breath. “Although I fear I cannae take much more.”