Still, her words hung in the air.
William said nothing, and his silence felt more like a torment. His hold on her tightened further, as if he was on the very edge of making a decision. One foot in suddenter, the other in retreat.
Her breath grew shallower. She could feel her body stir with each second. Although she wouldn’t beg, not outright, she would tempt him. She would lure him. Break him as he had broken her resolve time and again.
Gathering her courage, she rose on her tiptoes. Her hands pulled him even closer, before she moved her lips to the shell of his ear.
“Please,” she breathed, her teeth grazing his tender flesh.
Instantly, William sucked in a sharp breath. His fingers dug into her hips, sending a thrill through her. His length throbbed harder against her belly. Her mouth watered as she imagined tasting him.
The proof was unmistakably there. He wanted this. Needed it, even if he refused to admit it.
That bolstered her courage.
She trailed her lips down his ear to the curve of his neck, breathing in his scent. It was intoxicating, headier than any liquor she had ever tasted.
When he didn’t move, she flicked her tongue, tasting the salt of his skin before sucking on it gently. He tasted divine, like forbidden fruit she had been starving for.
Her core grew slicker, demanding his touch. All she could think about was how desperately she wanted him to carry her away and ruin her in the sweetest ways imaginable.
She sucked harder on his skin, her hand pulling back the collar of his shirt for better access.
William couldn’t help it this time; he trembled against her.
“Sorcha…” he groaned.
The sound provoked her, tested her limits, made her grip him tighter.
“Please,” she murmured against his neck, her voice husky with need. “Take me. Stop holdin’ back. After tonight, I will never see ye again. I will disappear…”
Despite her promise, William still held back. His gaze was fixed on her, as if she were a priceless artifact, too rare and fragile to claim.
He was clearly weighing his options, but she wouldn’t yield. Not now. Not when her body screamed for him, for the one night that would etch him into her soul forever. Even if she had to disappear in the morning.
Holding his stare, she let her hand wander. Her fingers trailed over the hard planes of his chest, then across his ridged abdomen, then down his waist to the bulge in his trousers, curling around it.
William didn’t pull away. However, his breath hitched, his pupils dilating with raw need.
“Stop denyin’ that ye want me too,” she whispered, more like a challenge.
She squeezed him gently, and he throbbed against her.
“If ye truly daenae want this…” She leaned closer, her breath ghosting over his neck. “Tell me to stop.”
With that, her fingers slipped beneath his trousers. Her hand wrapped around him, coaxing a low growl. It only egged her on.
She began to stroke him, her heart pounding in a frantic rhythm. Up and down, her thumb circling the sensitive tip, massaging gently.
“Sorcha…” he groaned again, louder this time.
His head dropped to the crook of her neck. He breathed in her hair, his hands roaming and kneading her backside roughly, making her shiver.
Aye,break down those damn walls.
She stroked him slowly, sensually, drawing circles that coaxed more growls from him. He trailed his nose from her hair down her neck, his warm breath tickling her. He tasted her, pressing open-mouthed kisses along her neck. She was divine on his tongue and he couldn’t get enough of her.
The sensation was electric. In that instant, she knew that whatever had held him back before had shattered like glass under pressure.
