Page 12 of Her Wicked Highwayman
“’Tis a good thing, darlin’,” he breathed in her ear. “’Tis natural. The wetter ye are, the easier and better I will enter ye. ’Tis a sign that ye desire me, lass.”
She lifted her face to gaze at him in scandalized wonder. “Truly?”
“Aye,” he chuckled. “For a fire drake, ye sure are innocent of flames.” He lowered his mouth to hers, kissing her softly, and she melted into his arms with a moan.
“My God, ye were made for pleasure, weren’t ye, lass?” His voice was thick with passion.
Diana found it difficult to think, let alone hear his words. Her blood pounded in her ears as she rocked against him, seeking something she didn’t understand. She knew only that she wanted to keep moving, to press herself against his body with his hand between her thighs.
“I do love it when a woman takes what she wants,” Tyburn growled as he added a second finger inside her, thrusting them deeper,harder, into her until she was squirming and whimpering. An explosive need for more built up until she was almostthere—but then he pulled his hand from between her thighs, and she plummeted with a physical disappointment so strong she nearly shouted in frustration.
A moment later, she was raised up and placed on the edge of the bed. Tyburn took her chemise off her body and placed a hand on her chest, pressing her gently back so that she lay down on the bed, spread out naked before him.
“Ye are a bloody goddess, woman, a bloody beautiful goddess,” he groaned as he stared at her.
His words set her free in a way she’d never imagined she could be. This stranger had made her feel as if she was truly special. Tears pricked her eyes, but she fought the urge to cry with quiet joy.
His eyes flashed with fire beneath the mask he wore. Then he cupped his hands on her inner thighs and pushed her legs farther apart. She expected him to fall on her right away, but instead he knelt before her, his head bowed. A halo of candlelight illuminated his golden hair. He pressed his lips to her center and kissed the most sensitive part of her body. She was not one to believe in angels, fallen or otherwise, but damned if this man didn’t make her wonder if he’d once had wings, because he knew how to make her fly.
He dragged his tongue along the wet folds of her sex, and Diana screamed. She threw her head back and clutched at the bedding as he cupped her bottom and thrust his tongue into her. The sensation of pleasure was so strong that her body unleashed a flood of wet heat. She couldn’t form any words as she wriggled in encouragement.
“Lass, ye taste like honey,” he murmured in approval as she lifted her hips, eager for more of this most sinful kiss.
“Don’t stop!” Tears were streaming down her face. She had to have more, had to have itallwith him. There was nothing in her head except that she wantedmore.
“Beg me, lass. Tell me to ravish ye. Command me to take what I want from ye,” Tyburn growled before he tasted her again. His carnal words only made her burn hotter and her lower belly clench tighter.
“Oh God!” she screamed. “Please.Take what you want!”
“Say the words, lass. Tell me to ravish ye.”
Why did his words make her feel as though she would never quench this desire raging within her? How could he send her spiraling so far out of control that she would bend to his will and beg him to take her?
“Give me the words,” he commanded again, and her control finally broke.
“I want you to ravish me. Take what you want,please!”
Before today she never would have begged a man for anything, but now with this man, the begging, the desperate hunger for him to possess her, made the fire in her belly swell into a blaze. She wanted to be under his control, knowing he would fly her to the heavens with pleasure and that she would give him the same in return. It was a unity of purpose, one that now set their decadent desires on a path to collide.
Tyburn stood up and unfastened his trousers, letting them drop far enough to expose his cock. She admired the length ofhim, surprised at its size. Curiosity got the better of her, but when she reached for it, he caught her hand with a wry chuckle.
“Lass, if ye touch me now, I’ll not be able to satisfy ye. I’ve not been so tempted by a woman since...” He trailed off, his gaze darkening with desire as his eyes roved over her bare body.
“Oh . . . I’m sorry, I didn’t . . .”
He released her hand and she lay back again, trying to calm her racing heart.
“I dinna wish to hurt ye, but I canna avoid this.”
She gave him a little nod. She knew enough to expect a little discomfort, and she was already aching for him. What more could her body take if she did not have him satisfy the hunger?
Tyburn grasped her hips, tugging her closer to the edge of the bed so that she lay open right in front of him. She stared down the length of her body at his massive shaft.
She had never seen one except on statues in museums, and those had never jutted upward nor had they looked so rigid. Before she could get a better look, he grasped her hip with one hand and used his other hand to guide himself inside her. He thrust in hard, deep, and the pressure of his sudden presence within her body caused a flash of pain. It was too tight, too hard to breathe, too much of everything. She whimpered at the discomfort. He bent over her, his gaze on hers as he held still, letting her handle the pain without causing more.
“That’s it, lass,breathewith me,” he crooned.
She drew in a breath at the same time as him, and together they repeated breathing together twice more. The pressure began to ease.
