She shook her head, her hair scraping free from its knot. “No, Sin.”
The chilled air cooled her heated skin. She let herself relax into the sensation. This part of their marriage she was growing comfortable with. Her husband wanted to bring her pleasure; it would be churlish to refuse. Even those few moments when she lost control of her responses and her body flew apart weren’t quite so frightening. Sin told her it was natural, and she wanted to believe it.
He scooted down and raised her skirts above her hips.
“Sinclair!” She pushed up onto her palms. Heather nickered from twenty feet away, but other than the horses, they were still alone. But that circumstance could change.
His gaze was fixed at the vee of her legs. He inhaled deeply and sucked his bottom lip into his mouth. “You smell delicious.” Placing his palms on her inner thighs, he spread them open.
Was there movement on that hill? Only a hare, searching for its meal. Still, she pushed at his shoulder. He had—
The first swipe of his tongue had her moaning in surrender. The second, and she fell back onto the blanket with a wail.
The sensations of his mouth upon her were better than she remembered. Her legs turned to jelly and dropped open wide. He lapped at her opening, the tingles he created spreading to the very tips of her breasts. She stretched her arms overhead, arching her back, reveling in the building heat.
His caresses turned harder, his teeth tugging on her sensitive flesh, the roughness of his act as thrilling as it was taboo.
She stared at the sky, a queer dusky orange in the fading day. She tried to even her breaths, but she’d never felt anything so exciting in her entire life.
Sin dragged his tongue up her slit and sucked her nib into his mouth. Hard.
Her hips bucked. It was too much. Too intense. She grabbed Sin’s hair, tried pulling him away.
He growled, the vibrations an added torment on her clitoris. Sliding his hands under her legs, he encircled her wrists and pinned them to the ground. His shoulders pressed into her inner thighs, holding them open.
She was completely defenseless. Easy prey for his taking.
Winnifred burst apart. His tongue and teeth worked her clit, never relenting, and another crisis overwhelmed her.
Sobs mingled with her moans. “Sin! Please. Enough.”
He crawled up her body, his hair disarrayed, his eyes dark. He yanked at his falls, and a button popped off and stung her belly. “My wife has decided to make noise now, when we are outside for anyone to hear.” His voice was low, rough, and held a note of approval. He swung his head from side to side. “Naughty girl.”
She tried to hold onto one last shred of reason.
The head of his length bobbed against her clit, renewing the shudders in her body.
“Sin.” She sucked in a breath and searched the empty land. “We can’t. Not here—ohhhhh!”
He filled her with one thrust, the suddenness of the act shocking. His heavy breathing sounded almost as snarls, and the domination in his gaze nearly undid her. Her husband was as wild and single-minded as an animal.
And she wanted more.
He set up a bruising pace. She tried to swallow back her moans. Her whimpers. Knew she couldn’t alert anyone to their presence. What they were doing. But her voice refused to be contained.
“You fucking love this, don’t you?” Sin rose to his knees, pressing them snug to her bottom, He slammed into her. “My wife is a filthy little wanton.”
Yes. So filthy. And completely his. But a small niggle of worry intruded. No matter how much her husband made wanton sound like praise, this behavior surely deserved censure. If anyone observed them, would Sin be embarrassed? Would he blame her?
Throw her away?
“Please.” She wrapped her legs around his hips, taking him deeper. Sin needed to find his release, end this recklessness before they were caught out. “Please hurry. Someone might hear us.”
He lowered his face until it was inches from her own. Color rode high on his cheekbones and sweat beaded his brow. He dragged his nose along her jaw, followed the path with his tongue. “I don’t bloody care if the whole of Scotland sees how well I fuck my wife.” He gripped her face between his hands. “But if you’re concerned,mo ghrâdh…”
Sliding his hand across her cheek, he covered her mouth, muffling her cries. His lips brushed her ear. “Now you can scream as loudly as you want.” He bit her ear, the sharp prick of pain muddying her brain.
She moaned, with no thought of restraint. Whimpered and mewled as loudly as she wanted, let herself loose for the first time ever. No one could hear the commotion she made. No one would judge.
