the need for ye, mo ghràdh, crazed beyond reason.” His strong hands cupped her buttocks as he opened her mouth with his, pouring all his fiery desire into the kiss. She held on tight to his shoulders, sharing her own raging need with abandon. Aye, the time had come. The time was now.
Just as she thought she’d surely collapse, he scooped her up and carried her to the bed.
“Yer bath grows cold,” she weakly argued as he rid her of her shoes and stockings. “Dinna ye wish to soak and be washed?”
“To hell with the bath,” he murmured as he smoothed his hands up her legs, pushing her chemise well above her waist.
She’d never had a man look at her in such a way. A gasp escaped her as bent and kissed a burning trail back and forth across her stomach, moving lower with each pass. As he kissed, he tickled his fingertips up her inner thighs, drawing ever closer to where no man had ever touched her before. She found it impossible to lie still beneath his touch. Instead, she arched and gyrated, wanting more, needing the blessed relief only he could give.
Eyes closed, hands knotted in the sheets at her sides, a cry escaped her as he took her with his mouth, then slid a finger inside her. What magical heaven was this? She bucked and arched beneath Sutherland’s expert ministrations. All thoughts of what might be proper and expected left her as she draped her legs over his shoulders and hugged him with her thighs. But still, she needed more, or she’d surely die. “Please,” she gasped as she filled her hands with his hair and pulled him closer, writhing as he teased her with his tongue.
“Please, what?” he asked as he lifted his head and smiled while keeping his fingers buried inside her. “Are ye ready, m’love?”
“Aye!” She didn’t know for what, but she was most certainly ready for relief.
He lowered his mouth to the swollen nub of her sex and sucked it, pumping his fingers in and out with a faster rhythm.
A bliss she had never known before exploded through her, forcing a victorious cry as she shuddered and groaned. The delicious spasms flowed across her again and again. Just when she thought she’d surely blackout from such unadulterated pleasure, the sweet waves of ecstasy abated. When they had nearly left her, a sudden burning rip caught her off guard and triggered a different cry.
“Shh, m’love,” Sutherland crooned as he settled down beside her and pulled her into his arms. “Now, it will be less hurtful when we join.”
“It wasna so verra bad,” she hurried to defend between gasping breaths and kisses. “It merely caught me by surprise.”
But it did make her wonder what came next, and if it would be pleasant or not. She’d stolen many a curious look at his manparts and wondered how in heaven’s name such a massive thing would ever fit inside her without splitting her in two. He’d said it would be less hurtful now. Did that mean it would pain her every time? She risked running her hand down in between them and brazenly grabbed hold of the object in question, wrapping her fingers around its thickness. So very hard, and yet the skin was so velvety soft. She dared a rubbing pull, more than a little proud when Sutherland groaned and bucked beneath her touch just as she had done beneath his. Giving him pleasure aroused her own need even more. He suckled her breasts and returned his wonderful fingers into her sex, making her pump him all the harder.
“I can bear no more,” he rasped as he rose above her, then settled down between her legs.
“Aye,” she gasped. “Nor can I.” She slid her legs around him, arching, waiting, needing.
He pushed into her ever so slowly, opening her with his hardness, a wonderfully satisfying fullness. “Relax, m’love, relax so I dinna hurt ye.” He treated her to gentling kisses as he shoved in a little deeper. “Ye’re so verra tight, m’love.” More kisses and deeper still, he maintained his frustrating slowness. Heaven help her, she needed him to move faster.
“Faster, love,” she panted, raking her hands up and down his sides. “I need ye to move faster. Ye’re killing me with yer carefulness.”
“As ye wish, m’love.” Sutherland drove in as deep as he could go, then pulled out and shoved back in. He rocked into her again and again with an ever-increasing rhythm.
Sorcha joined in the