Page 71 of Laird of Smoke
He bathed her with his tongue—leaving sensuous designs on her burning skin, tugging at her swollen flesh—until, lost in a fog of carnal awakening, she writhed senselessly on the bed.
When she thought he could torture her no more, her own body began to sharpen responsively.It began at the point where his tongue danced upon her.But it quickly spread its tingling deep within her.Soon she felt like the vibrating string of a harp, plucked to a pitch that resonated in everything around her.Louder and louder the vibration rang.Stronger and stronger the waves of sound grew.
And then the music stilled, as if it could ring no higher.From that fever pitch, erotic shudders shook her body as she cried out in delicious release.
The air was filled with her gasps for a long while afterward as he gently returned her body to her.Then he lifted her legs and laid her back onto the bed.
She was struck with wonder.Never had she felt such ecstasy.Such victory.Such accomplishment.
“Ye’re so beautiful,” he breathed, staring down at her.
Shefeltbeautiful.And relaxed.And cherished.
Now she understood about carnal longing.Once tasted, dalliance like this would be hard to resist.It was difficult even now to think about never feeling this way again.Yet she still hadn’t enjoyed the full measure of lovemaking.
She wanted to.Neededto.If she intended to be a chaste nun the rest of her life, she wanted to just once experience what it was she was sacrificing.
Of course, she couldn’t let him know she was a nun.She’d have to pretend she was a worldly woman who knew what she was doing.
Before she could lose her courage, she looked up at him and whispered, “Will ye couple with me now?”
Adam was prepared to walk away.Even now.While every vein in his body was on fire.His ballocks ached with eagerness.And his cock throbbed in demand.
Adam was a Rivenloch, after all.And Rivenlochs were models of chivalry.
But her whispered entreaty utterly destroyed his willpower.
She wanted this.She wanted him.He’d be a fool to turn her down.
“Please?”she added.
“If ye wish.”
He climbed up on the bed beside her.Then he rose on one elbow to study her exquisite form.Her beauty was astonishing.Why she’d been able to fool the monks into thinking she was a bearded old pilgrim, he couldn’t imagine.Every supple curve and pliant plane of her body was smooth and shapely, made to tempt a man.
“Ye know, lass, ye’re as temptin’ as Eve,” he told her.
Why that made her start, he didn’t know.But her eyes widened for a panicked instant before she gave him a shy smile and replied, “I doubt Eve had a ‘map’ on her chest.”
He doubted Eve had a navel either, but he wasn’t about to get into a theological discussion with the woman.He grinned down at her adorable three moles, touching each one in turn with a fingertip.
She reached up, threading her fingers through his wet hair and pulling him toward her.
He obliged her, pressing a tender kiss upon her lips.
Her return kiss was not so tender.She was a fiery lass.She flaunted her passion like a banner.But he had always respected a woman who knew her own desires, who didn’t play coy about them.
She feasted on his lips, as if he was her last meal.Her hot breath rasped across his cheek, and she made small moans of pleasure that summoned the ancient beast inside of him.
Continuing to kiss her, he rose above her on his elbows, cradling her head between his arms.Then, using one leg to nudge her thighs apart, he lowered himself until they were chest to chest, hip to hip, skin to skin.
She released a shaky sigh into his mouth.
He held his breath, wondering if he might spend himself before they even had the chance to couple.
Swiftly slipping his hand between them, he stroked her wet folds to smooth the passage.Then, positioning himself carefully, he eased forward bit by bit.
Impatient with his caution, she surged up beneath him, impaling herself.She gasped, and for an instant he wondered if he’d hurt her.
