mesmerized, she watched the full moon rise and blow its lunar light over them. “But Bruce.”
“Isn’t here yet,” he growled and gave a bruising, delicious kiss.
Mildred relished the way his muscled legs felt against hers and dragged her inner thighs along them. When he jerked in response, she gave a small womanly smile and wiped her heels up the backside of his shins. With a sharp inhale of breath from Adlin, she proceeded to tip-toe back down.
“Lass, you’ll be the end of me,” he moaned and clenched his hot mouth over her tight, expectant nipple. When she cried out his hand grabbed her hip and locked securely in place. He would control. The feel of his long, strong fingers curling around her hip as his tongue manipulated her breast was almost more than she could handle.
“Here,” she pleaded, her tongue wetting eager lips. When his mouth found its way back to hers, he was given the opportunity to put his member close to her hot center. She pushed up, determined to keep him from escaping.
“Adlin!” she gasped when he took exactly what she’d offered and grabbed her legs.
Rolling them until she sat on him, he answered. “Aye.”
Too late, she sunk. Her eyes rolled back in her head. Full, amazingly alive, she settled into the feeling as his lips skimmed the corner of her lip, cheek then neck.
At last, he said, “Sit up, lass.”
Because listening to him seemed so natural, she did. The movement alone caused a flood of pleasure to ricochet through her limbs. There existed nothing more intense than opening her eyes to see him below her, eyes half-mast, his lips apart.
She was in control.
Only because he wanted her to be, because he thought her amazing and worthy of…controlling him. Unable to stop herself, she bit her lower lip and closed her eyes. Who cared about having little magic when such a magnificent man was between her legs?
Mildred breathed in through her nose then out through her mouth.
Hard and muscled, his masculine body waited, curious about what she could offer it. His hands were so large that they nearly spanned her waistline. His shoulders so wide beneath her that they reflected the moonlight from above, chiseled and making obvious every little sinew of muscle.
Wind returned. With it rolling clouds and scattered light. The pure energy of it all made her come alive. When she lowered and kissed him she shifted her hips. The slight movement made pleasure skitter through her body. Adlin’s eyes closed. Somehow seeing the unexpected bliss on his face made the sensation rippling through her all that more intense.
So she rocked again.
And again.
As she did, new and intense feelings started to burst through her. Next thing she knew he’d flipped her beneath him. Clouds rushed past the moon as he thrust. High and wide, she wrapped her legs around his, desperate for what he could give her. Eager, unrelenting, he spread kisses over her cheek and down her neck. When she sighed in bliss Adlin plunged, went as deep as she allowed.
With an anguished cry of deep-throated pleasure, she wrapped her ankles around his back. It felt natural and wanting. Mildred pulled him as close as she could, wished in an odd way that they were one.
In. Out. In. Out. Faster, determined, he moved.
Before she could control the feeling, her body seized then released. An electric feeling shot through her torso, fizzling on her lips, fingers, toes, jaw. Her limbs were no longer hers as he cried out. He grabbed her backside and forced her to push one last time.
Unlike their first union, the sensations that now stole her body were far-spread leaving no muscle unused. She clenched her fists, curled her toes, ground her teeth.
This time she screamed then cried when her body blew apart.
Their mutual grunts and groans of pleasure were loud and long and unrelenting.
All vanished but Adlin and her.
“Nay,” he whispered, his body throbbing inside hers. “No tears.”
Tears. When had she cried? He seemed to bring it out in her.
To touch him would be everything but her body was limp and pleasured. She was paralyzed by perfection. Soft, reassuring, he slowly kissed away the moisture on her face. When he lay next to her it was with his strong arms around her so that they could both look up at a thousand stars.
Mildred stared and stared. Bright beside the moon, they twinkled overhead, winking with a shared, private knowledge when small thin clouds cut across them briefly. “It’s beautiful,” she whispered.
His body