Page 70 of No One's Bride
With a sigh of surrender, she let the garment fall.
Sebastian wondered if he’d died and gone to heaven. His cock jerked at the sight of raindrops racing over her porcelain skin. Sucking those rosebud nipples topped his list of priorities. Imagining those stocking-clad thighs gripping his hips almost made him spurt over his trousers.
“I pray I never forget this night,” he drawled. “I pray this moment is ingrained in my memory until I take my last breath. Grab the tree, Ailsa, and put one foot on my shoulder.”
“A foot on yer shoulder?”
“Trust me, love.”
Taking tentative steps, she came closer, close enough for him to smooth his tingling hands over her thighs and palm her soft buttocks.
He encouraged her to follow his command.
Then he set his mouth to her sex, holding her firmly in place while he inhaled her sweet scent, drawing her essence deep into his body.
“Sebastian!” Panic marred her tone.
“You were right,” he groaned before sliding his tongue over her swollen bud. “To one’s mate, one’s natural aroma is addictive. Soon the rain will wash away all traces of my cologne, and you may find my scent equally appealing.”
He gripped her wet buttocks, securing his mouth to her sex as he tongued her silky folds. Her legs shook when he licked the centre of her desire and lapped the evidence of her arousal.
“I—I’ve a confession,” she panted. “Oh, Lord! I knew ye had a mischievous mouth but never knew it was this wicked.”
“That’s your confession?” The way she arched her back and rocked against his lips said she was close to finding her release. “Hold the trunk tightly.”
She shook her head as she clung to the tree, causing drops of water to land on his bare shoulders. “I love yer scent. I always have. I dinnae care about yer cologne.”
He rewarded her honesty with a few fast flicks of his tongue.
Her keen cry burst from her, escaping into the damp night air as her body convulsed and trembled.
Sebastian drew her down to straddle his thighs.
Raindrops dripped from her rosy nipples. The fevered look in her eyes hardened his cock, standing bold and rigid between them. The angry veins bulged with the need for pleasure.
“We don’t have to continue,” he said, keeping the strain of disappointment from his voice. “You may want to remain intact.”
Ailsa threw herself forward, wrapping her arms around his neck, kissing him, slipping her tongue over his in a slow, hypnotic rhythm.
She stilled, her mouth moving featherlike over his, her heated gaze fixing him to the tree trunk. “Tell me what to do. Show me.” Rising up on her knees, she edged forward until the swollen head of his manhood was but an inch from her entrance.
“I cannot promise it won’t hurt. But I’m told it passes quickly.” He gripped his shaft, couldn’t resist stroking it back and forth over her clitoris.
“Do it. Do it now, Sebastian. Before the crescent moon appears.” The minx gripped his shoulders, lowering herself down.
He firmed his jaw as he pushed inside her an inch, no more. Hell, it took every ounce of willpower he possessed not to thrust home.
She didn’t fight the intrusion but welcomed it, her body stretching to take more of him. The feel of her hugging his cock was beyond divine. But the powerful sensations rioting through him amounted to more than sating a carnal need.
No wonder she wanted to make love while still bound by this enchantment. A potent energy flowed between them, an intense electricity that heightened the senses and made every small thrust seem magical.
“I need to push deeper.” He wrapped his arms around her waist, sucked raindrops from her rosebud nipples, suckled the peaks.
“Oh!” She gripped his hair and tugged hard, riding the waves of pleasure. “Take me. Dinnae wait.” She dragged his mouth to hers, the urgency to mate evident in the punishing strokes of her tongue.
Forgive me,he uttered silently as he crushed her to his soaked body, filling her in one long thrust.
Blessed saints!
