“Fiona!My God...”
“Shh.”
Then she took him in her mouth.Deep, drawing on his length.He nearly came right there.There had never been anything more arousing in his entire life.His hand moved to the top of her head, wanting to urge her on.His fingers fisted, and drew her away until he met her eyes, knowing his were blazing with shocking white-hot lust when hers widened in surprise.
Lifting her with one arm, Harry looked down at her.“My turn.”
* * *
Even before she sawthat look in his eyes, Fiona wanted him.Deep within her very core, she was throbbing with want, hot and ready for him.That look nearly made her swoon.Her blood thrummed hotly, leaving her dizzy with heady desire before his mouth closed over hers.No longer tender and gentle, Harry devoured her with urgent fervor, driving her passions when she was sure they could go no higher.
But they could.His lips followed his hands as he unhooked the remainder of her corset, nipping, sucking and biting through the thin batiste chemise beneath.Hooking a thumb in the waist of her bloomers, he pushed them down and off, lifting her to sweep the chemise over her head in a smooth motion before his naked body covered hers.
The feel of him—hard, rough and hot—against her, left her gasping for air, but Harry had only just begun.
His hot lips continued downward, his teeth raking along her ribs, his tongue delving into her navel and downward still.He nudged her legs apart, and his hot mouth descended over the throbbing nub at the apex of her thighs.She cried out in surprise, both hands fisting in his hair as he roughly tongued her, licking and tugging.
“Shh, remember?”
“Dash it all, Harry,” she moaned as the throbbing tempo built.Every ounce of pleasure calcified down to one point.Like a bomb imploding on itself before the waves of devastation spiraled outward.“Harry...Harry...Harry!”
He muffled her impassioned cry, covering her lips once more.Her moans continued as he stroked her, his fingers parting her, entering and withdrawing to draw out her orgasm, wringing every last ounce of ecstasy from her.She contracted around his fingers, his arousal pulsing in time, begging him to take and plunder and ease the pain that would have brought him to his knees were he standing.Burying his face in her neck, he panted heavily, trying to control the raging lust.
Then her lips were on his neck, licking the saltiness of his damp skin, and her hand encircled his throbbing erection once more.
“Please, Harry,” the words whispered against his flesh.“Show meeverythingyou wanted to do.”
Lifting his head, he met Fiona’s gaze, seeing the yearning there and the surrender.He knew his capitulation was imminent.He had to have her, needed her.There would be no turning back.
She would be his.
Hooking his arm under her knee, he lifted her leg around him as he settled between the paradise of her thighs.Pulsing heat lured him unerringly to her core, and he nudged between her wet lips, pressing as she opened to him.Slowly, he pushed deeper, letting her body adjust to his thickness, but the effort to hold back left his big body trembling.Sweat beaded at his brow.
“Was this it?”she whispered, stroking his back.“Was this what left you shaking that day?Was this what you wanted to do?”
Ah,God!Harry thought.If she only knew what he wanted to do, Fiona wouldn’t sound nearly that calm.His body cried out to ravish her, to pound into her with all the lust, frustration, joy, and love she had ever roused in him.
“I thought not,” she murmured as if reading his thoughts, lifting both legs high around his waist.“Show me, Harry.I want to know.”
He shook his head, knowing he should deny her.The last thing he needed was to frighten her with his passion.Or hurt her.She was so tight, so damned tight.
“Harry, please!”
She arched against him, and he gave in, driving to the hilt with one hard thrust.She cried out softly but wrapped her arms around him, a welcoming embrace.All the pent-up hunger, all the cravings long denied poured out of him then, and withdrawing, he thrust again and again, harder, until he had set up a pounding rhythm.Lifting her leg higher, he drove deeper and deeper still into her scalding, silken depths.
Her supple body met his, matched him.Fiona was his, her chest against his, her arms around him.She was nirvana, a homecoming.Heaven.
The release was building in her again, different this time.Different because he was with her, taking them together.Tension coiled almost painfully, radiating tendrils of exhilaration down her thighs.Building, building, until that rapture burst more brilliantly.
She sobbed at the force of the euphoria as she broke, crying out his name.“Oh, Harry!Oh my God!”
Arching against her, he plunged deep, flooding her with a torrid rush of heat that left her throbbing all over again.
“Fiona,” he gasped, kneading the back of her thigh almost painfully as he pumped his hips against her, the motion ebbing away until he was as drained as she.“Ah, my love,” he murmured, brushing kisses against her neck.“My darling girl.”
Rolling onto his back, drawing her with him until she was curled at his side, her limbs entangled with his.Holding her close, his lips brushed her forehead with a tenderness that almost brought tears to her eyes.
“Did I hurt you?”
