“You’ll take everything I can give you.” He pushed her legs wider with his legs, slithered down her body and nuzzled her mound until a feral sound rattled free from his throat.
“Are you all right?” She grasped his head, her fingers sliding into his midnight-black hair.
“Nay, my cock is about to break.” He glided his fingers along her lower folds, dipped his head and kissed her right there, over her nub where all her pleasure stemmed from. “And you, my love, are a tasty wee treat I want to devour.”
“Then devour away.”
“Prepare yourself, for my hunger roars.” He lapped at her nub, sucked it and flicked it with his tongue. ’Twas such divine torture, his rhythm deep and all-consuming as he brought her more pleasure than she could have ever imagined. Higher and higher, the sensations kept building and before she lost her mind and catapulted from the plateau he’d sent her climbing toward, she searched and found the hard length of his cock.
Pumping him in time with how he stroked one finger into her, she sought to bring him the same pleasure, and as his emotions flooded her, his fae-skilled barrier well and truly down, she held tightly onto each and every delicious feeling he offered her. “Kiss me, Coll. Please kiss me.”
“I’m coming.” He lifted himself up and over her, his warm, wet mouth connecting with hers as he continued to stroke her flesh below, his finger moving in a rhythm she completely adored.
“Coll.” Her body cried out for his, to accept all of him. She craved him, his complete and full possession and right now she had nowhere to go but to soar from the edge of a cliff she wanted only to fly from. Such sweet pressure collided within her. “I cannae hold on any longer.”
“Neither can I.”
She wanted to make him come too, and as his cock swelled in her hand, she swiped across the head. He jerked and spurts of his hot seed gushed forth and coated her fingers.
“Ah hell.” He buried his face in her neck as he continued to pulse in her fisted grip.
“Make me come with you.”
“Aye, love, of course.” He lifted up, looked deep into her eyes and flicked her clit. She broke apart, instantly splintered into a thousand different pieces, her core rippling with wave after wave of pure pleasure.
This was love.
This was the mated bond.
This was what he intended to deny them both of.
Such intense sensations stormed through Coll as Fiona came around his finger, her body so responsive to his, and his to hers. She’d pumped his cock, given him such unexplainable pleasure and he’d shattered, even now still soared and had no desire to come back down.
“I need to feel you closer, Coll.”
He needed to feel closer to her, too, had wanted to thrust deep inside her, to join them together in the ultimate way, only she wasn’t his to take.
“Your emotions are still bombarding me.” She caught his face in her hands and searched his gaze. “As long as you dinnae regret what we’ve just done, that is all that matters right now.”
“I regret so many things, but touching you as I’ve done will never be one of them.” He kissed her, wanted to do so much more but held back. “Do you still hate me?”
“Aye, with every inch of my body.” She smiled, kissed the tip of his nose.
“You show it in strange ways.” He kissed her cheeks then nipped her lower lip. “I want to see you come again. ’Tis most addictive watching you soar at my hand.”
“You’re a naughty man, yet I intend on being naughty too.” Hands shoved to his chest, she pushed him onto his back, then crawled in over top of him and straddled his hips. Arms stretched high and her glorious mane of red hair swaying forward over her lush breasts, she wriggled against his groin, her slit rubbing along the base of his cock wedged firmly between them. “Oh, this feels sooo delicious. ’Tis the perfect way to awaken each morn.”
“You’re giving me the most wicked thoughts.” With her breasts swaying heavy and full, he cupped them in his palms and longed to give them the attention they so deserved. “Lean forward. I want your tasty nipples in my mouth.”
“I think no’.” She squirmed back, her move denying him what he wanted as she positioned herself on her belly between his legs, her breasts resting softly either side of his inner thighs.
“What are you doing?”
“I’m about to make certain you never forget me, that I haunt your dreams for every night that is to come.” She slid her hand around his cock, leaned forward and licked him from root to tip, her tongue swirling over the head and along his slit.
He groaned, all throaty and rough.
If his woman took him fully in her mouth and pleasured him in this way, he’d most definitely suffer a haunting in his dreams. “Are you certain you wish to do this?”
“I more than wish it.” Peeking through her long sooty lashes tinged with red, she raised a brow. “Do you think me a wanton woman?”
“Aye, but you’re my wanton woman, and I would have you no other way.”