She moved so close, the rigid tips of her breasts brushed against his chest. He ached with the sweet torment, exhaling sharply.
“Then give me yourself,” she whispered. “It will be enough.”
Slowly, she removed her overdress andléine, sliding the clothing from her shoulders until she stood bare before him. Her skin appeared creamy in the summer night, her reddish-gold hair falling in waves down to curved hips. Rounded breasts held firm, erect nipples that he longed to touch.
Her mouth touched his, and he was completely lost. He kissed her with reverence, wanting her to know how she humbled him.
He didn’t deserve her, couldn’t possibly become the man she wanted him to be. And yet somehow, none of it mattered this night.
There was no pallet to lay her upon, so he arranged their garments into a soft pile. She knelt beside him, drawing him upon her body.
“Kiss me again,” she ordered.
He did, releasing the hunger that flared up inside. His body ached with the need to sheathe himself inside her, but he wanted to fulfill every dream she’d ever had. With his mouth, he kissed every part of her skin, circling her breast with his tongue. When he reached the hardened nipple, he bit it gently, teasing her until she shivered.
His hand moved between her thighs, coaxing her to open for him. The wetness that met his touch made him groan. Instinctively, she moved against his hand, and he slipped a finger inside. A shuddering gasp released from her mouth.
“Kieran,” she whispered, palming his hips as he moved his length against her. She closed her eyes, trying to pull him closer.
“We have all night,” he promised. He tasted the warm skin of her ribcage, moving down her stomach. When he raised her knees up, she shivered. Vulnerable and exposed to him.
“You won’t think of anything else but this.” He lowered his mouth to taste her woman’s flesh, and Iseult’s breath came in ragged gasps. With his tongue, he moved against the most sensitive part of her body, stroking it until she moaned.
Belenus, but he wanted to watch her shatter. He licked her sensitive flesh, tasting the honey of her womanhood while rubbing the tips of her breasts with his thumb and forefingers. She moved against him, her body reaching for the release he wanted to give.
Mine.The word echoed within him, the impossible need to possess her. He no longer cared that it was wrong to become her lover, to steal away her very breath and heart. He needed this. By God, he would mark her until she would never again make love to a man without remembering him.
When he sucked hard against her swollen folds, she cried out. Wild shudders wracked her body, as she rode the wave of pleasure.
She opened her eyes, her skin flushed and ready for him. “My turn.”
Sweet God. Though he hadn’t intended it, she took his erection into her slender fingers. Squeezing his length, she caressed him, rubbing her thumb over the tip. He was helpless to do anything but obey her, his own body consumed by cravings. She laid him back onto the clothing, straddling his waist.
“When you were a slave, I imagined this.” She kissed his throat, her hands stroking his chest. With her hands, she trapped his wrists away from his body.
“I am still your slave.” Not a lie. He’d do anything for her, and the sweet torment only inspired a greater desire. Kieran leaned up to her breast, hanging in front of his mouth like a ripe fruit. Taking her nipple into his mouth, he used his mouth to pleasure her.
But she turned the sensations back upon him when she sheathed his manhood inside her wetness. Kieran gripped her hips, groaning at the feel of her body caressing him. Every inch of him strained at the warmth of her. He nearly lost control at that very second, for she was better than anything he’d ever dreamed of.
When she moved against him, rising up and down, he grew harder. Her hair slid over her shoulders, tickling his skin as she lifted and then sheathed herself again. It was like dying slowly, and he reveled in every moment of it. He lifted her, increasing the tempo until he touched her very core.
As if he could touch her heart.
Iseult cried out at the friction, riding him as he pulled her hips against his. Her body squeezed him, as she found another release, pulling against him with another flood of moisture.
He needed more. Rolling her over, he drove himself inside, trying with each stroke to brand her as his. Though never could she truly belong to him, he didn’t want her to ever forget what there was between them.
She tightened her legs around his waist, her breath hitching as she met him stroke for stroke. When her mouth met his once more, in a fierce kiss of possession, he spilled himself inside her. The aftershocks pulsed through him, his body trembling.
He lay upon her, silent. Neither spoke, though Iseult pressed a kiss upon his chest. The fire crackled upon the hearth, a stark glow against the starlight. He caressed her hip, reluctantly withdrawing from inside her body.
Iseult wrapped her arms around his neck. Against his chest he could feel her bare breasts, and the sensation stirred him. She touched his face, her eyes turning serious. “After we find Aidan, what happens then?”
He shook his head. “I don’t know.”
“You still don’t want to return to your family?”
“I can’t.” He couldn’t face them, not after what had happened to Egan. “And they won’t want to see me.”
