Page 59 of Sweet Siren
Shereeled.
But with one hand to her hip, he pressed her to the wall as he sank to his knees and urged her to widen her legs. In the dim light streaming in the window, he detected her beauty. Her thighs were muscular, shapely, her bush trim. Her pale folds fragrant with desire for him. With two fingers, he spread her lips and she moaned, thrashed her head against the wall, but he soothed her with astroke.
"I will taste you and love you and you'll stand there and let me. You'll love it because you need this and I must have all of you in every way Ican."
She gave a littlecry.
And he sank to her sweet lips. She was so silky, so musky, so enchanting in her surrender to him. He put his mouth on her and let his tongue love her. Opening her wider, he found her nub and kissed her, then sucked her up. She quaked, her climax wild andloud.
She sank in his arms. "Killian,please!"
He spread her out beneath him. His naked prize for being patient. He stroked her hair and cuddled her close. She shook, her sounds of completion joy to his ears and her vibrations long and lovely to hiseyes.
Quiet, replete, she stroked a fingertip over his lower lip. "That was beyondwords."
"It was," he said, thrilled at her unbridled response to him. He'd not tasted a woman like that in years. So many years. Since his wife's death, he'd taken women for a night or mistresses for a month or even a few. But he'd not wanted this intimate possession. With Liv on his lips, he filled with a madness to have her again like that. But first, he'd fill himself and her with the power of a mutual mating. He'd savor her with hiscock.
He got to his feet and pulled her up with him. "Come to bed, my lady. We've more to dohere."
She rose to him, a torrid grin on her face. Her hands to his stock, his shirt, his vest, she peeled his frock coat from his shoulders. "I want to see your skin. Your nipples." She cupped him in his trousers. "Very impressive. I want all of this, you wickedman."
He laughed and disrobed as efficiently as he could, given her continuing caress of his very hard and tender penis. "Darling, you'd better take your hands offme."
She rubbed her hand along the length ofhim.
He caught her wrist and stayed her moves. Coughing, he said, "If you want me inside you, sweetheart, don't make me come in yourhand."
As if burned, she pulled back. Then she strolled to her little bed and whirled to face him. Waggling a finger, she indicated his form. "Now, Hanniford. I'm gettingcold."
He stripped out of his clothes like a man on fire. Naked, he let herlook.
Slapping a hand to her heart, she stared at him. "Oh," was all she could seem tomanage.
He stepped to her, took her hand and put it aroundhim.
"Oh," was her onlyword.
He leaned over her, stroked one of her satin nipples and sank a finger up inside her succulent hotcore.
"Oh,oh."
He picked her up and urged her more fully on the bed. There, he stretched out beside her to nibble on her breasts and bite her fingertips, smooth the expanse of her flat belly and delve inside her thick wet folds to find her center and roll her nub until she cried out, clutching him oncemore.
"You're a terrible man," she said as she quivered in her joy ofhim.
"I can tell," he said with a smug satisfaction and a raging need to plunge insideher.
"Come, have me, darling." She urged him over her. "Please,please."
At once, hefroze.
She pecked him on the mouth. "What's wrong?" she begged him like a tormentedgirl.
"Liv, darling?" Reality burned his mind. Through the euphoria of his lust for her, in the admission of his love for her, he had forgotten one basicrule.
She frowned, her sweet eyes filled with fear. "What?"
"If there's ababy—"
