Page 97 of Laird of Steel
“Are you ready?” he asked, strain clear in his voice.
“Aye,” she gasped. “Och aye.”
He moved up to loom over her. Slipping his finger out, he replaced it with the tip of his cock. As he pressed inward, she could feel his thick member stretching her. Then he resumed kneading her slick folds. She was swiftly drawn into a haze of such erotic bliss that she scarcely noticed the sting of her maidenhead tearing.
He paused then, shuddering with the effort.
She peered up at him, wondering at the lusty torment on his face. The sweat of restraint on his brow. The beautiful awe in his eyes.
And she fell in love with him all over again.
He’d stopped to give her respite.
But she didn’t want to stop.
She rocked her hips forward, seeking the sweet pressure that would carry her to the heights of desire. Then she withdrew, relishing the lovely friction of his flesh sliding against hers. Again she thrust forward, sheathing his warm cock like a dagger.
He growled at the sensation. A growl that sounded like a leashed beast. A growl that rose from the depths of his primal soul.
Stirred by the seductive sound, she continued. Easing forward. Pulling back. Driving deep. Compelled by some primitive rhythm, she moved beneath him until he at last joined her in the erotic dance.
Where their bodies joined, each stroke of their flesh was like flint on steel, sparking a fire. Gone was the night chill. Every inch of her burned with a growing passion that threatened to consume her in an explosive blaze.
Then, when she thought she could endure no more, when the heat of their union was intense beyond bearing, when she feared they would go up in flame and turn to ash, there came over her a sudden stillness.
Time stopped. She couldn’t move. Couldn’t breathe.
Yet within her still body, the flame of desire continued to rise, burning brighter and brighter. At last it erupted into a brilliant, blinding flash of light.
He must have felt it too. He groaned as she cried out. They were shaken by the same tremors. He clung to her, shielding her from harm as they dropped from the sky like falling stars.
For several moments, the only sound was their mingled breath, ragged and chaotic. The only scent was the sweat and musk of lovemaking. The only sensation was flesh upon flesh.
Gradually, the outside world returned. The soft lapping of the pond on the shore. The pungent pine in the air. The bed of leaves, his woolen cloak, and the solid earth beneath.
“Are you all right?” he finally asked.
There were no words to describe how right she felt. She nodded.
“Did I hurt you?”
She shook her head.
He sighed in relief. Wary of his great weight, he carefully withdrew to nestle beside her.
She frowned in dismay, wishing they never had to part.
Merraid thought trysting with Gellir would purge her desire for him. After all, once she made love to him, she’d no longer have to dream about her magnificent hero. No longer have to wonder about his kiss. His caress. No longer have to imagine how his worshipful arms would feel around her. How his cock would feel inside of her.
But she was wrong.
He’d only whetted her appetite for more. Given her a delicious taste of what she’d be missing from now on. And made her realize what a unique treasure he was.
Bittersweet tears gathered in her eyes. She would never again know his embrace. Never again experience the thrill of bursting into flame in his arms. Never again feel the miracle of their two bodies made one.
Eventually, her breathing calmed. Her heartbeat slowed. The chill of the night began to intrude upon their warmth.
She shivered once. He snagged the edge of his cloak and pulled it up over her bare shoulders.
