Page 90 of Desire's Ransom
Chapter 24
Temair wasn’t sure whether it was rabid lust or a hunger for power that coursed through her veins as she held Ryland prisoner against the wall. All she knew was that she was burning with need, craving his touch, and she meant to have her way with him.
Which luckily seemed to coincide with his wishes.
He withdrew his hands from her hair, exploring her with unbound eagerness, letting his fingers trace her throat, her shoulder, her bosom, cupping the leather armor that shielded her breasts.
His caress was heavenly. But she was still unsatisfied. She released him long enough to drag the top of herléinedown, baring herself to his touch.
“Oh, m’lady,” he sighed, gazing down at her. His tongue slipped out to lick his lips, and he closed his eyes in yearning.
She shivered with desire as his palms grazed her flesh, kneading her tenderly. He nuzzled her neck, kissing the place beneath her ear that sent lightning coursing through her. Her hands closed into fists as she sipped a breath between her teeth.
He licked his way down her throat, and she turned her head aside to grant him access. He moved lower, tickling her with his thick curls. Then he lavished attention on her breasts, lifting them up to kiss her responsive flesh, bathing them with his tantalizing tongue, sucking gently there until she felt like sobbing in hunger.
She burrowed her fingers in his hair and tipped back her head, reveling in the hot vibrations traveling through her body.
The craving between her legs was strong now. It would not be denied. There was nothing to stop him taking what he wanted. She only had to make him want her.
When he had laved her thoroughly, she pushed him back against the wall and unbuckled his belt. He made no protest, not even when she cast the belt aside and boldly reached inside hisbraiesfor the treasure within.
He let out a ragged breath as she enclosed his firm, smooth warmth in her hand. Drunk on her own dominance, she rubbed against him, delighting at the way he shuddered in response.
“I want ye,” she whispered.
“I can see that,” he growled back.
“Do ye want me?”
He chuckled once. “You can’t tell?”
Her smile was smug.
But not for long.
In the next instant, he wrapped an arm around her waist, picked her up, and turned to pinheragainst the wall.
Her outrage was quickly replaced by naked lust as he pressed the heel of his hand against the throbbing place between her legs. When he circled slowly, grinding against the bone there, she cried out in pleasure.
“Hush,” he whispered. “They’ll hear you.”
“Don’t hush me,” she hissed. “’Tis your fault.”
“What?” He circled over her again. “This?”
She clamped her lips against another outcry.
He chuckled as he reached under the hem of herléine.She squeezed her eyes shut with anticipation. His hands glided over her naked buttocks. Then he slid one hand to the front of her, caressing the curls guarding her womanhood. While she held her breath, he slipped a fingertip between her curls to delve into her most secret place.
“Oh!” She clenched the top of his shoulders. “Faith…what are ye doin’ to me?”
“Don’t you like it?”
At first she couldn’t decide. She liked it. But it felt…forbidden.
At her lack of a reply, he withdrew his hand. “You don’t like it?”
“Nay, I…” She felt strangely bereft without his touch. “Aye, I like it.”
