Emelie was unprepared for the tsunami of sensations that ripped through her as her climax crashed over her. It outshone her two previous ones and left her panting with her heart racing. She was certain Henry never could have made her body hum and sing as Dominic did. As she watched him, the strongest realization came over her. She’d been infatuated with the attention Henry paid her, and she’d thought she could gamble and win. But her emotions seemed frivolous compared to what swelled in her heart as she watched Dominic. She wouldn’t deny how she enjoyed his touch, but it was far more than that. It was the way he touched her, the consideration he gave with each movement, always giving.
Dominic was lightheaded. He was starved for more, wanting to worship Emelie over and over, but he understood she wasn’t used to such bed sport, and it was likely she would grow sore if he continued to tease her overly sensitive nerves. He wouldn’t rob her of her pleasure and only leave her with pain. He nipped his way from her hip up to her breast, alternating swiping his tongue and catching her skin between his lips. When he hovered over her once again, he lowered himself for another kiss. He felt the difference. He was sure of it. There was a tenderness they shared that didn’t diminish their passion, but it made it clear that what they shared in that chamber went far beyond the pleasures of the flesh. Something deeper, more substantial was growing between them.
Emelie poured every ounce of emotion she could muster into their kiss. She wanted him to understand what she wasn’t ready to say. They’d shared more than enough of their private thoughts that night. She couldn’t bring herself to divulge feelings she didn’t even understand. But she desperately wanted him to know that their time together meant more than just a romp. She pressed his shoulder and tried to roll to her side. Dominic took her hint and rolled onto his back. His arm slid beneath her and pulled her onto him. Her leg slid between his, and his muscular thigh pressed against her mons. His hands grasped her backside, and together they moved Emelie over his thigh. Their kiss grew untamed as Emelie fisted his leine.
“Dom, oh God,” Emelie breathed. His fingers bit into her bottom, and the tighter his grip, the more she needed. She buried her face in the crook of his neck to muffle her scream as yet another release ripped through her. She was left feeling wrung dry and breathless, but she wasn’t ready to move. The hand that clutched his shirt slid down, searching for the hem. Her hand dove beneath the fabric until it brushed along his rod. Her fingertips grazed the satiny skin as they moved up and down. She slid one over the tip, finding a dollop of moisture. She glanced down, taking in her first sight of a man’s cock. As her hand wrapped around it, she realized Dominic hadn’t exaggerated, and she wondered if his concern wasn’t misplaced.
“Emelie,” Dominic groaned. “Slide yer hand up and down.” His eyes squeezed closed as he fought the urge to thrust into her hand and spill. Her tentative touch drove him to the brink.
“Is this what you like?”
Dominic peeked at Emelie, and if he hadn’t seen the uncertainty in her gaze as she looked at his rod, he would have thought her a practiced courtesan. She hadn’t realized how seductive her words were.
“Vera much,” Dominic’s voice rumbled.
“I like it when you talk like that,” Emelie whispered.
“Like what, sparrow.”
“Like a Highlander. It does something to me.”
“And what might that be?” Dominic asked as he covered Emelie’s hand and guided her. It took only a moment for her to catch on. She worked his length, growing braver as she alternated her grip and speed. Dominic tweaked her nipple as he grazed his teeth along her neck. “Does it make ye wish to feel me buried inside ye?”
“It does.”
“One of these days, sparrow, I will show ye just what yer touch does to me. I will bury maself to the hilt and make yer body clench around me as I spill inside ye.” Dominic thrust into Emelie’s hand, and when she squeezed, he lost the battle to hang on. His cock pulsed as his seed spilled across Emelie’s hand and his belly. She eased her hand away and dipped her finger into the viscous fluid. She held up the finger and looked at Dominic. She brought her finger toward her mouth, but she waited for Dominic.
“Do ye wish to ken how I taste, lass? Do ye wonder if I might taste as good to ye as ye obviously do to me?” Dominic jerked his chin, telling her to go ahead. Emelie dipped her finger into her mouth. She wasn’t certain what to make of the taste at first, but she wasn’t opposed to it. She licked her lips and pulled her teeth over her lower lip unconsciously. Dominic growled and pounced. His arm became a steel band around Emelie’s waist as he hauled her across him. She straddled his hips as he sat up. Their bodies finally pressed together, and Dominic’s cock rested between them. Dominic guided Emelie’s hips, hinting at how they could move together once their bodies joined.
“I—” Emelie licked her lips again. Dominic shut his eyes against the erotic scene Emelie created every time she ran her tongue over her lips. “I’ve heard women talking. I know I can suck—” Emelie feared she would die of mortification, but she’d already said the hardest part. She plowed on. “—your manhood. But I don’t know how.”
Dominic made a choked sound as his eyes flew open. Once more, Emelie clearly didn’t understand the power of her words as she continued to ride his hips. He stilled her movement, far too tempted, but he pressed her against him.
“Never feel obligated to do such a thing. I ken many women dinna care for it. I dinna expect it, and ye dinna need to fear that I will search for it elsewhere. I can only imagine what ye heard the women say at court. Aye, it can bring a mon to his knees, but we can all live without it. We arenae rutting beasts.”
Emelie chuckled. “I did hear women say it was a mon’s favorite, sometimes even more than a woman’s—” Emelie lowered her voice “—quim.”
“Aye. Ye enjoyed what I did, so it stands to reason a mon would enjoy a woman giving the same favor. But I willna fault ye if ye dinna like it. And I can live without it.” He had lived without it. Colina had refused the few times he hinted at it. But after discovering her with Graham, he suspected he was what she rejected, not the act. Dominic eased Emelie onto the bed, and they lay facing one another on their sides. Her contented sigh made him smile, and she wriggled closer when he encouraged her to shift toward him.
“Can you stop sounding like a Lowlander?”
Dominic guffawed. “You’re a Lowlander.” He switched his speech back to what his tutor had drilled into Brodie and him. It wasn’t that often that either of them spoke with a brogue; usually it was when they were angry or flustered. Dominic knew Brodie abandoned his courtly speech during intimate moments with Laurel. She did the same.
Emelie playfully swatted at his chest. He caught her hand, kissed her fingertips, then guided it around his waist. “I know I am. I know what I sound like. I like the way you sound. It suits you.”
“Suits me? And just how is that?” Dominic’s piercing gaze held a sultry allure as he stressed each syllable.
“That.” Emelie raised her eyebrows. “It suits that wolfish look you get.”
“Wolfish look, lass. That’s because I wish to devour ye. Mayhap I will stalk ye around this chamber morning, noon, and night. I’ll capture ye and bring ye back to ma den, or rather ma bed, where I shall ravish ye.”
“I wouldnae fight ye,” Emelie grinned as she tried to sound like him. Dominic had never heard anything more endearing than Emelie attempting to sound like a Highlander.
“There’s hope for ye yet, sparrow.”
“Only if you promise that you won’t be tame with me here, wolf.”
“Wolf?”
