Page 10 of Highland Secret (The Highland Magic #1)
Without warning, he seized her other hip in an iron grip and lifted her, full bodied, as though she weighed no more than an infant.
She gasped as he rolled onto his back and held her entirely above him, demonstrating his preternatural strength. Before Evelyn completely registered what he was doing, he balanced her on her knees encompassing either side of his head, his eerie eyes burning up at her from between her legs.
No! He couldn’t mean to—
“Oh… my.” She breathed as the flat of his tongue split her apart.
Aghast, entranced, Evelyn was thankful for the darkness or she wouldn’t have been able to bear the depraved act.
Arousal flooding her womanhood, she shuddered when his unrelenting tongue dipped into the resulting wetness, and he swallowed, an appreciative moan vibrating against her clitoris.
Trembling thighs gave out and she belatedly realized that his strong hands at her hips not only supported her entire weight, but imprisoned her there.
Another unhurried lick stole her breath. He cleaved her with his tongue, stopping right before he reached the most sensitive peak. Circling it, nipping at it with his lips, teasing the moist flesh surrounding it, Roderick tormented her with his mouth, chasing away all reason with searing pleasure.
Evelyn bit back moan after moan, throwing her head back, reveling in the feel of her long hair brushing naked skin. She shamelessly surged against his mouth.
“Roderick… please.” Her hands desperately grasped at his. “I need…” She grit her teeth and hissed, kneading his strong arms and wordlessly demanding release.
Shoulders shaking in a silent male chuckle, eyes glittering with purely masculine delight, he latched onto the engorged peak of her sex and centered all movement just below it, creating an overwhelming burning sensation.
A hot ache built beneath it until she squirmed to escape what she knew would be next.
Throbbing pleasure engulfed her core as wave after wave of gripping ecstasy flowed from his tongue into her body.
Wracked with tremors, Evelyn bucked against the strong hands gripping her hips.
Frustration at her inability to move heightened each pulsing sensation of her climax.
When the last tendril of pleasure wrung from her body, her berserker still allowed no quarter. Kissing her playfully on her sex, he lifted her from his drenched mouth much the same as he had before, and deposited her upon his torso, finally letting go to wipe her juices from his lips.
Drunk with pleasure, and feeling rather bold, Evelyn’s hand slyly traced the contours of his lean abdomen behind her until she found his pulsating erection twitching against his belly.
Wrapping her fingers around it, she wondered if her lips would have the same magnificent effect on his body.
His hands rested on her thighs, his fingers curling as Evelyn stroked the skin of his velvety shaft, her touch feather-light.
Sliding her down his body, he positioned her against lean hips, the slightest tremor in his hands indicating of the intensity of his need.
Nudging her slick entrance for a moment was all the warning he gave before pulling her hips down, impaling her on his thick cock.
They both gasped at the impact of the joining.
Evelyn stilled in his hands, letting her sore muscles again adjust to his intrusion.
This time, only the slightest twinge of pain permeated the haze of her passion.
A sense of fullness, of heady command spurred her to act on every primal urge that danced along her senses.
Clenching her intimate muscles, she enjoyed the jerking of his body, the short intake of breath, so she did it again, eliciting the same response. Grasping him with her insides, she slowly rose and slid down upon him again feeling every glorious inch of his breadth inside of her.
“Ohhhhh…” The moan escaped her as she rode him with delicious languor. “Oh that feels so...”
A familiar growl warned her before strong hands again seized her hips and held her immobile.
Roderick set a furious rhythm plunging deeply into her, angling her forward to heighten her pleasure.
Ceaselessly thrusting upwards, the pad of his thumb found the sensitive little nub his tongue had so expertly toyed with moments before.
Softly swirling it in time to his thrusts, he brought her to peak so hard and fast she couldn’t hold the desperate cry that tore from her throat.
Roderick waited until the storm passed before pounding into her with abandon. Evelyn knew when his release was upon him because she could feel him swell within her before hot spurts of seed shot against her womb, his entire body taut and trembling beneath her.
After her breathing slowed sufficiently and she became fairly certain she could walk, Evelyn reluctantly withdrew and padded blindly to her linen basket, selecting something to clean herself and ministering to him as well.
“It’s still a while until dawn,” she observed, a heaviness settling upon her shoulders. Did the morrow have to come? Couldn’t they stay here forever?
A hand caught hers, pulling her down over him until she was splayed across his body and engulfed by his arms.
“No.” She giggled in spite of herself, “I’m too heavy.”
Grunting softly, Roderick tightened his hold and pressed a tender kiss into her hair.
Exhausted, Evelyn counted the decelerating beats of his heart. She felt as though time, itself, sped toward an inexorable meridian while she lay in the darkness. What if, just this once, things could end differently? What if, she could save him, as he saved her this night?
‘ Dangerous thoughts.’ She told herself, squeezing her eyes against futile desperate frustration. ‘Dangerous desires.’