The Highlander's Destiny (Highland Rogues #2) - Mary Wine Page 0,83
in his tone. This was a very male, a very pleased one.
“I’m not all that obedient, Faolan,” she declared as she lifted off him and pressed down again. “Sometimes, I like to ride fast and hard.”
He smiled. Her eyes were slipping shut because she didn’t want to be bothered with anything except what she felt. Her eyes didn’t need to be involved while there was so much sensation coming from where his flesh met hers.
The sensation was building with every downward plunge.
“That’s it, lass.” Faolan caught a handful of her hair, tugging it just tight enough to remind her of how strong he was. “Take me in hand. Ride me. Be the one in the saddle.”
She was hot, and the water was splashing up and over the edge of the tub.
It wasn’t enough.
Not yet.
Cora resisted the final moment. She wanted to enjoy the ride, wanted to maintain her pleasure for much longer. She felt it gathering in that little pearl at the top of her sex. Building up until there was no way to stop it from shattering and dragging her along with it.
“Look at me, Cora!” Faolan ordered at the last moment.
She forced her eyes open. His eyes were bright with unspent passion. His nostrils flared with the need to take from her what he craved.
Well, she was the one in the saddle. “Ye’ll wait, Faolan!”
He bared his teeth and put his forehead against hers. “Forever if ye like, lass.”
It was a solemn promise from lover to lover. Both of them panted. Her thighs burned, but she refused to stop. The moment gripped her, twisting her insides as pleasure tore through her like a bolt of lightning.
Hot.
Searing.
Leaving her blind as she shuddered.
Faolan growled and turned her. He put her hands onto the edge of the tub before grasping her hips and plummeting her from behind.
“And now…ye are my mare,” he growled next to her ear.
She gasped as his member hit a spot deep inside her, which seemed to be just as sensitive as the pearl at the top of her sex. Each time he buried his length in her, she felt another jolt of pleasure. Each one was stronger than the last. She was suddenly climbing back up to the peak she’d just tumbled off of.
“More,” she gasped out.
Cora arched her back, pushing herself into every thrust.
“Do nae stop!” she ordered him.
Faolan splayed his fingers out on her throat, leaning down as he drove into her hard and fast. She was nearing the point of climax once more, panting and half certain that she was going to pass out before the storm broke.
She didn’t care. There was no possible way to stop. She was completely possessed by need, and there was no reason to fight against it, for Faolan was there with her. She heard him grunting behind her. Felt his member hitting her even deeper as he neared his climax. She was on the cusp of that moment herself when he let out a yell, and she felt his hot seed spurting into her. It sent her over the edge into another twisting moment of pleasure.
“Come, lass.”
Faolan was breathless. But he hooked her around her waist and pulled her back from the edge of the tub. He sat down with his back against the wall of the huge thing and settled her between his thighs.
His chest was wide and perfect to lean on. She felt his breath against the wet skin of her neck and was quite certain she had never been so intimate with anyone in her entire life.
It was perfection.
*
“Fill yer bellies but not yer tankards. We all need our wits.”
Bayrd lifted his head from the tavern table. His tongue was coated, and there was a throbbing behind his eyes, so he put his head back down for a moment.
“How did ye plan to get inside the castle? Faolan McKay will recall very well that ye sat silent as Noreen wed Malcolm, and Malcolm sent him to the towers.”
Bayrd was suddenly fully awake.
“He’ll be on guard against me.”
Bayrd raised his head. He recalled Lirkin Grant well. Lirkin and his captain didn’t care for him looking at them. The captain rising halfway off the bench as he reached for his dagger.
“I can get ye past the gate,” Bayrd declared.
Lirkin held up his hand to stay his captain’s hand.
“Why would ye help me?” Lirkin asked.
“Faolan McKay is a bastard, and he’s got a witch in his bed.”