Cassian (The Immortal Highland Centurions #2) - Jayne Castel Page 0,46

everywhere. He ached to touch this woman.

Ripping his mouth from hers, he then cupped her breasts in his hands and pushed them up to greet him, before he greedily suckled her nipples. Her sighs and groans filled the chamber. She writhed under him. Cassian sucked harder still, and then gently nipped a nipple with his teeth.

Aila gave a soft cry, her fingernails raking down his back as she bucked her hips against him. She may have been a maid, but her body knew what it wanted.

Cassian parted her legs and stroked the wetness between them. She was soaking, her thighs slick with need for him. The musky scent of her arousal made his stomach muscles tighten, his rod quivering and throbbing now.

But he would make himself wait a little longer.

Spreading her thighs wider still, he lowered his head between them, his lips trailing along the softness of her inner thigh.

Aila gasped, her body going rigid against the bed.

He was touching her there.

She threw her head back, her eyes fluttering shut as she gave herself up to sensation. She wasn’t a complete innocent. She’d heard about the things that men and women did together, although when Fyfa had tried to mention this act earlier in the evening, Aila’s cheeks had burned like two hot coals.

They weren’t any longer.

His lips and tongue were relentless, and before she knew it, Aila was arching up against him, her soft pleas filling the chamber. And then when her thighs started to tremble uncontrollably, she bit down on her lip.

The urge to scream her pleasure clawed its way up within her. Yet even lost in this storm of passion, she knew that to do so was unwise.

Rising up between Aila’s thighs, Cassian gazed down at her.

She lay there panting, her body trembling in the aftermath of the peak he’d just brought her to.

An ache rose in his chest, warring with the throb in his groin. He had to be inside her.

Now.

Cassian moved across Aila, his mouth capturing hers once more in a hungry kiss, and then he slowly eased himself into her.

Despite her readiness for him, she was tight, and so he gradually worked his way in, halting when he met resistance.

Breaking off the kiss, he stared down into her wide grey eyes. They were glazed with desire, yet they would soon be clouded with pain. “This will hurt,” he warned her softly, “but not for long.”

She nodded, and the look of trust upon her face caused his chest to constrict.

He thrust into her then, and her gasp filled the room, her body going rigid under his. Murmuring soothing words, he trailed kisses up over her jaw before covering her soft mouth with his once more. And when she sighed against his lips, he knew the pain had passed.

Cassian moved gently inside Aila at first, letting her adjust to the size and feel of him. Her warmth, wetness, and tightness made it difficult to restrain himself. Sweat beaded upon his skin with the effort he was making to go slowly. But as Aila began to moan and writhe against him, her hips angling toward him with each thrust, his self-control started to slip.

The urge to let go, to seek oblivion in this woman overwhelmed him.

The weight of the years had become such a burden, as had his long quest to break the curse. But right now, none of that mattered. All he wanted was to lose himself inside Aila.

With a strangled groan, he let himself go, plunging into her now, gripping her hips as he drove deeper.

And Aila rose to meet him. Her legs wrapped around his hips, and she pulled him hard against her with each wild thrust.

Cassian was lost. The last of his restraint splintered, and he took her in a frenzy, as if his very life depended on it.

And when he shattered, the world went dark for an instant.

David De Keith slapped the young woman across her bare backside. “Go on, Jean … ye had best get back to yer own bed now.”

With a groan, the fire-haired lass rolled naked off the bed and reached for the lèine he’d stripped off her earlier. The faint glow of the hearth on the other side of the chamber gilded the neat, lush lines of her body, and David drank her in.

The only good thing about Elizabeth insisting on accompanying them on this trip was that she’d brought her comely maid with her.

David had managed to entice Jean into his bed around two months earlier, and