Closing her eyes, she forced the thought away and focused on the moment. Focused on the thrill of his rough, whiskered jaw as his mouth trailed down her neck. On his calloused hands as they swept around her ribcage to cup her breasts. His lips and tongue worshiped them until thought was an impossibility. There was nothing left but exultant sensation. Feeling.
“Finn!” The cry was torn from her lips.
His fingers found her, bringing with them a fire that reduced what they roused together in the tub to the flicker of a single matchstick. Heat rose from every inch of her until her room became a sauna. It settled at her core, heavy and aching.
“Aye,mo chridhe… mo ghaol,” he whispered against her ear. “Gèilleadh dhomh.”
He’d said that before. Aila still had no idea what the words meant. She knew what he wanted, however, and it would not do. She wanted him with her. With a nudge, she pushed him onto his back and straddled him. Bracing one hand on his hard chest, she curled her free hand around his throbbing erection and guided him home. He was hot as a brand…huge.
“Bugger me,” Finn swore under his breath once she was seated to the hilt. His fingers bit into her hips to hold her close.
She couldn’t help but silently agree. Gah, she’d never get over the thrill of having him inside of her. Throwing back her head, she arched her back and felt him slip even deeper than before. The fireworks were back. Wee sparks zinging through her body. A preview to the show ahead. With a shaky breath, she lifted herself then eased down once more. His heartfelt moan was her reward, one her body echoed. Up again.
This time she came down with enough force to wrench a raw cry from deep within herself. This passion Finn roused in her was so much. Too much. She rocked against him. The fire consumed her, brought her to a boiling point. Yet all she could concentrate on was him. The vibration of his body, its tension building and waiting for a chance to erupt. So close.
“Aila.”
His fingers trailed down her cheek and she instinctively leaned her head into his hand as she moved against him, faster. Harder. He laced his fingers through her hair and urged her forward. She obliged him with a kiss, but he forced her back a few inches.
“Lass, look at me.”
She blinked open her eyes long enough to see him. To read the passion written there. The…
Aila closed her eyes again but the image was emblazoned in her mind. With a rough shake of her head, she forged onward.
Finn stilled her ride with firm hands. “Mo chridhe? Open yer eyes.”
With a shake of her head, she rocked against him until his breath caught.
“Bloody hell, what ye do to me.” He relented a moment, hips thrust beneath her in a slow grind before he swore again.
In a heartbeat, he turned and flipped her beneath him. He rose on his forearms and brushed the wild tangle of her hair away from her face. “Open yer eyes,mo chridhe.”
She did, only to see the heart-stopping warmth in his eyes, mere inches away. She turned her head.
He caught her by the chin and forced her back. “Ye always keep yer eyes closed when I make love to ye. Or ye turn yer head away. Why?”
Aila shook her head. The only answer she could manage.
“Look at me,mo chridhe.” He punctuated the command with a slow, breathtaking thrust of his hips. His eyes darkened beneath his heavy lids. Her eyelids fluttered and he stilled. “Let me see what ye feel.”
The problem in letting him see what she felt was that she also saw whathefelt. Slipping one hand beneath her hips, Finn drove deeper, wrenching another cry from her as her body begged for more of that delicious friction. It was all Aila could do to do as he asked. The fierce hunger in his eyes was enough to cleave her in two.
But…oh, the effect it had on her. The sweat on his brow, the flare of his nostrils. Seeing his heated passion written on his face stirred a reaction unlike any she’d ever known. Something ferocious. Combustible.
She arched her hips to meet his steady thrusts. Pleasure spiraled through her core like a firestorm, reaching outward, ever outward. Through her limbs. She dug her nails into his arse to urge him on.
“Oh God, Finn! Finn!” Her moaned pleas dissolved into sobs then abbreviated screams as she tried to bite them back.
Still she watched him. She could see it there. The climax that was nearly upon him, and her body clenched in response. Everything that had been about to spiral out of control caved back inward. An implosion of rapture, emotion, and intimacy worthy of the atomic bomb.
God, it tore her apart.
It torehimapart.
“Ah,mo chridhe! Mo Dhia!”
The hot rush of his seed filled her. The way he collapsed on top of her had nothing to do with her inability to inhale. For watching his climax overtake him had been the most breathtaking sight she’d ever witnessed.
