Page 77 of Never a Duchess
She came hard. Her cry echoed through the room, her body trembling to his tune.
For a few seconds she went limp, and then she was dragging him up her body, spreading her legs wide, pulling him down. “Take me now. I want to give myself to you, to no one but you.”
Callan held himself, stroking the broad head of his cock over her swollen bud, moving closer to the warm, wet depths he longed to explore.
“Do ye know how long I’ve waited for this?” he said, his voice fierce with the need to possess her. “Do ye know how long I’ve wanted ye?”
“Yes.” Her blue eyes blazed with something other than lust. “For five years, two months and ten days.”
Her answer knocked the wind from his sails.
Did she know how many nights he’d lay awake, trying to convince himself she felt something? Her confession might have dampened his ardour, but he’d waited a lifetime to have her. And by God, he would die if he didn’t claim her now.
“Ye’ve been counting, love?” Callan pushed into her heat, branding this moment into his memory.
“Since the day you first held me in your arms.”
ChapterFourteen
In terms of her scientific studies, Lillian had made many miscalculations. Women did feel desire as powerfully as men. With the right partner, one had little control over one’s mind and body. Lust was like a drug, a desperate addiction. Hence why it made sane people reckless.
Dounreay drove her wild.
He satisfied every craving.
The ripples of her release still coursed through her.
Yet, as she stared into his dark, compelling eyes, as he pressed her into the mattress with his impressive physique, and his manhood breached her entrance, she realised she had made another error.
Something else flowed between them.
Something so beautiful it left her breathless.
“Kiss me,” she uttered, wrapping her thighs tightly around him, so there was no hope of him ever leaving. No prospect of him changing his mind.
He captured her mouth, the kiss so slow and deep it stroked the soul. Despite her body aching for him, their connection was based on more than physical need. She understood that now.
“Ye’re the last person I’d want to hurt, but I need to drive deeper.” He nudged inside her another inch, her sensitive flesh stretching to accommodate him. “We’ll go slow until ye can take all of me. It’s nae too late to change yer mind. To save yerself for another.”
Another?
She had planted these doubts in his mind.
And she must do everything to restore his faith.
“I want you, Callan.”
A profound tenderness filled her chest.
I’ve always wanted you.
But I’ve been so scared.
“Once I move, I swear ye’ll feel nothing but pleasure.”
“Don’t wait.” When he bent his head to kiss her, she said, “I want to look at you when you take me. Do it now.” It was her turn to express doubt. “You do want me?”
“Love, I’ve never wanted anything more.”
