Sweeping her into his arms, Marcán turned left and then right, frustrated by the lack of proper space. She giggled slightly and he gazed at her with his most formidable expression. “Ye’ll pay a high price for that show of disrespect at my frustration.”
A deep frown covered her face as she no doubt considered what he could mean. She would know soon enough. The thought of tasting her gave him such a heady sensation he had to close his eyes and take a steadying breath.
“Not the best place for a seduction,” he said.
“It suited me fine.”
He paused as he considered her words, searching her face. “So this wasyerseduction?”
“This wasmyseduction.”
Overcome, he let her find her footing and then he was pressing her against the wall with his kisses. She responded just as fiercely, her arms wrapping tight around his waist to flatten him against her. As she undulated against his length, he was struck by how adept she was at this. How passionate.
“I believe ye still need to remove something,” Astrid said. Her words were wrapped in need.
He yanked at the bottom of her undergarment, where it was still hiked to her thighs.
Slipping his hands beneath the rough material to slide along her silken curves, he got only as far as her exposed breasts before he was feasting again on her, his fingers continuing their assault. Kissing her belly, he glanced up to see her watching him as he knelt before her, his lips traveling lower and lower. With a hand wrapped around each thigh, he met her eyes and lightly nuzzled her thatch of dark hair. And again. When he stroked her with the tip of his tongue, she sunk her teeth into her bottom lip.
And he licked her wetness, unable to stop his eyes from closing in ecstasy. Her scent called to him and he tasted her again, more fully, watching her again. Her concern quickly shifting to pleasure, she threw her head back, her hands drifting to his head. He parted her thighs, giving himself better access.
When she moaned, he nuzzled her more and then added a finger. Then another. Until her moans sounded from deep inside her throat. In one motion, he raised her leg, catching her knee in his arm and stood to press into her, yanking down the last bit of protection keeping him from her.
“There is not a chance ye’ll be another’s now. I’ve tasted ye,” he slid his ready tarse along her wetness, “and ye’ll be mine in truth as ye’ve always been.”
Opening her eyes, she took a deep breath and searched his face.
Awe-struck at this turn of events, he said, “I’d never thought to have ye myself.”
“Marcán, I have always been yers. I was just too blind to see it.”
With a solid thrust, he entered her, then stilled. Her hands squeezed his shoulders and her beautiful face had the look of betrayal.
“That will be the only time there is pain. Yer maidenhead is breeched. Ye’ve given yerself to me.” He let out a slow breath as the words sunk in. He would have her forever now. The delight of that thought was cut short by the look on her face. He had to show her how good it would be between them.
“I was enjoying yer touch, but now…”
With the most controlled motions of his life, he pressed deeper into her. Her eyes narrowed as if in expectation of more pain, but that tight look soon fell away. He was overcome by her exquisite tautness, eager to be fully sheathed. His focus on her, he slowly entered her, deeper and deeper, until she had accepted his entire length. He fit perfectly inside her and he stilled, his eyes closing, enjoying the feel of her around him. Panting slightly from the exertion of self-restraint, he was determined to wait until she was ready for more. He was where he’d never thought to be.
“I knew ye would feel like this.” He couldn’t stop from sharing with her.
When she squeezed around him, his gaze flew to her and she smiled, a sly smile. “I can feel the length of ye filling me.” Her words were breathy.
“Let me show ye more.” He started with a steady rhythm, her legs wrapped around him for support. She canted her hips, a pleasant surprise that brought a groan from him.
“That’s it.” He entered her more insistently. “I knew ye would feel this good.”
Moaning was her only answer, and he picked up his pace, prolonging her pleasure as she pulsed around him. He wanted her to know without a doubt they were meant to be joined together like this. The two of them. Always.
Her eyes opened and she looked toward the door. “What was that?”
Marcán stilled to listen. “I heard nothing.” He took a deep, steadying breath. “Shhh, now. D’ye still feel me inside ye?”
Her eyes drifted shut and her head settled back against the wall. The tightening grip on his shoulders was her only answer. He entered her hard before pausing. “I’ve wanted ye like this forever.”
And again, moving faster and giving in to his own need. He stilled, pressed into her, spilling his seed.
“Ah, Astrid.” He sighed. “Never have I felt this complete in a woman’s arms.”
