Page 156 of Laird of Smoke
She tasted of wine and sugar, almonds and desire, an intoxicating combination that made him harden at once.
She sighed into his mouth, and he let the fingers of his free hand drift down her body, sowing heat through her thin leine.He brushed over her supple breasts.Gently squeezed her nipples.Then ventured farther to caress the lovely planes of her abdomen.
But her hand was doing amazing things to the questing beast between his thighs.It ached with need, pulsing beneath her palm, eager to be free of its linen confines.He needed to couple with her…now…before he recklessly spilled his seed.
So, disengaging from the kiss, he swept her off her feet, laid her out on the pallet, and peeled off her leine.Using one of the plaids to keep her warm, he settled himself between her knees and burrowed underneath.
Of all the succulent dishes at their wedding feast, this one was the most appetizing.
His new bride, Lady Eve la Nuit of Rivenloch, was a dish both tempting and filling.Earthy and ambrosial.Wholesome and decadent.Teasing open the delicate shell of her keep to expose the roaring dragon of her climax was delicious and satisfying.
As she shuddered with release beneath him, he felt need swell his loins.And though he wished he could make the night last forever, he knew relief would come for him quickly as well.
Eve wanted him.Now.
She reached for him, sinking her fingertips into his shoulders to urge him upwards.
“Wait,” he said on a chuckle.“I’m still clothed.”
“Hurry, husband.”
“As you wish, wife.”
She heard him wrench down his braies and tear off his leine.Then she felt the heat of him as he hovered above her.
His fingers sought out her womanly folds.She clasped his firm, velvety staff in her hand, guiding him.
He groaned as he entered her, and she arched as he filled her with exhilarating warmth.Their union felt so right.So destined.So perfect.
Because she was blind to his beautiful face in the dark, her other senses compensated, drinking in all the smells, sensations, flavors, and sounds around her.
She smelled the fresh hay and earthy horseflesh of the stables, as well as Adam’s own masculine scent—a subtle blend of steel and sweat, leather and cinnamon, smoke and woodruff.
His breath rasped against her ear, and his sensual groans brought out the animal instincts in her body as she thrust against him in carnal pleasure.
He kissed her, opening her mouth to feast with abandon.He tasted sweet and intoxicating, like the mead they’d drunk to celebrate their vows.
Every nerve in her body felt alive, awakened by the searing contact with his flesh as he drove smoothly into her, like a dagger into a sheath.Her blood pulsed.Her skin flushed.Her head swam in a dreamy cloud of longing.
Together they scaled the walls of passion.Climbed a mountain of desire.Flew among the stars of heaven.
When they arrived at desire’s destination, they cried out in triumph and ecstasy.And as Eve gazed blindly in the dark—into the face no one else ever recognized, the face she had memorized as well as her own—she realized she would indeed find her Greater Purpose.With Adam.
Afterwards, spent, he slumped off of her, and she collapsed back onto the pallet, breathing heavily and grinning like a fool.
He pulled the plaids over them and tucked her in.“Will you forgive me for bringing you to the stables for our wedding night?”
She laughed.“I’ll tryst with ye in the stableseverynight if ye’ll keep a goose-down pallet in here.”
His laughter was as pleasing as a lute to her ears.She could no longer feel the chill winter air.Wrapped in their plaids and nestled together in the straw of the stables, she glowed from the warmth of their lovemaking.
But surely his clan would find them soon.
“Are ye sure Laird Deirdre won’t be angry we left?”she asked.
“I’m sure.”
“If the clan wants proof I came to ye a virgin…”
