Page 80 of The Scald Crow

“Calla.” I swallowed her rising whimpers, my tongue drawn to those pointy canines. They seemed harmless enough. I suckled the length of her fluttering tongue—my lifeline. A tender kiss turned into an insatiable desire.

She plowed her fingers through my hair, her heart pounding with every swell of her breasts. Her thighs clenched as heat flooded her panties. She sagged into me, her breasts stabbing my chest.

“There. There. It’s okay.” I lifted her dark mane, twisting the wild strands between my fingers and gazing at heaven on earth. Her skin flushed pink, and her eyes glazed with lust.

“That was amazing.” She popped off the saddle, fastened her brassiere, and snapped the buttons closed on her shirt. “I’m serious. It was good.”

“I’m glad.” My cock throbbed. My balls burned for the woman—two more days. I would keep my promise.

“Okey dokey. Let’s get this show on the road, shall we?” She turned her back, walking toward a shelf of various-sized riding helmets. She twisted her hair into one long braid and tried on one and then another.

“Sure. I’m just grand. Thanks for asking.” I slid from the saddle rack, shifting my cock into a better place.

“Colm, are you all right?” She threw on a bucket helmet and smiled at me, her eyes shining bright.

“Brilliant, my queen.” I bowed at the waist, extending my hand in a broad flourish.

“You’re teasing me, aren’t you?” she exclaimed, jumping up and wrapping her legs around my waist.

“What are you doing to me, Calla?” I held her close. Leaving Ireland and returning to my old life was seriously out of the question.

“The same thing you do to me.” She held my face in her hands, then kissed me, her lips soft on mine.

My heart throbbed, the blood in my veins burning hot. She lied, that woman, her words twisting the other way around. She did that to me.

I closed the entrance door and threw the bolt.

Tasting her sweet delight would be my reward, and it would be enough. How long could a man play the teasing game?

I scooped Calla into my arms and laid her on the soft straw.

“What are you doing to me, O’Donnell?” She stretched her arms out, languishing.

Heat crackled between us.

“I will make you come, and this time, I’m going to taste you.” I hooked my fingers under her waistband and pulled her leggings over her bottom.

A sweet honey scent wafted from her lacy undergarments.

I tossed those aside and gazed upon perfection. Her pussy glimmered, gossamer silk protecting her outer lips from abrasion.

My hard-on was instant. I itched to sink my cock between those soft folds and make Calla mine. Dropping on my hands, caging her beneath me, I whispered, “I’m going to lick your wee pussy. I’m going to suckle your wee clit. I will play with you, Faerie girl, and you will not come until I tell you. Do we have an agreement?”

“I can’t stop it. It just happens.” She shrugged.

“You are perfect,mo grhá, in every way.” I walked my fingers over her sweet folds and drew circles around her hooded clit.

“Oh. Oh.” Her skin flushed with wet heat.

Her whimpers weakened my resolve.

“You can, and you will.” I hooked my hands behind her knees, lifted her legs over my shoulders, and opened the gates of heaven.

“Oh, God.” She peered at me through slitted lids, her long lashes resting on her cheekbones.

I separated the pink folds with the tip of my tongue, licking from the inside out, finding the softest flesh beneath. Deep licks that made her squirm.

“Oh. Oh. Oh.” She rolled her hips, her eyes blazing with need.

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