And with that, he began unlacing her kirtle.
It took a while to get their clothes off, as they kept stopping and kissing. But eventually, they both stood naked in the chamber. The air was warm, yet Hazel found herself shivering in anticipation.
And when Craeg cupped her breasts in his hands and raised them to his questing mouth, her shivering slid into trembling. He drew each aching nipple into his hot mouth and sucked languorously, and each pull made her core pulse.
Tangling her fingers in his hair, she urged him on, loving the sensation. Never wanting him to stop.
But eventually, he did.
Only to pull her to the floor. A thick, soft sheepskin lay before the hearth. Pushing aside the two stools in front of it, Craeg stretched out onto his back and brought her astride him. Eagerly, she reached for his straining shaft, but he gave a soft laugh that made her belly clench and drew her up so that she sat astride his face.
“Ye might want to hold onto that stool, lass.” His warm breath feathered against her sex, making excitement churn through her. “I’m going to take my time.”
Hades. She was panting now, and he hadn’t even touched her quim.
But when his fingers tightened on her hips and brought her down against him, and his tongue found her, her body jerked.
“Oh, cods!” she gasped, grappling for the stool he’d moved aside and pushing it hard into the floor. “Craeg!”
There was something about this position, about the way his tongue was now swirling, flicking, and lathing her. It was intense. Vulnerable.
He pleasured her softly and slowly, using his mouth as he had when he’d kissed her. Taking his time with a leisureliness that made sweat bead upon her skin. Every stroke of his tongue, every graze of his teeth made her shudder. But he carefully avoided the most sensitive part of her sex, teasing her until her thighs started to quiver.
She’d have collapsed onto his face if he hadn’t held her tightly, poised above him as he feasted on her.
Vaguely, she became aware of the desperate, choked noises she was making, of the incoherent pleas that slipped from her lips. This was delicious torture. One she wished to prolong, while at the same time couldn’t bear to.
Again and again, he made her climb, until her legs started to jerk, until pleasure built and built, but then, just when she was about to shatter against his mouth, he drew back, letting her recover before beginning his onslaught again.
He was relentless. Hazel lost track of time, of where she was. Suddenly, the violent, terrifying day she’d just lived through ceased to matter. All that did was his mouth. His lips. The scrape of his—
A high, thin cry escaped her as the tip of his tongue teased the swollen bud of flesh nestled above her entrance. The wooden stool creaked as she rocked against it, her knuckles white as she gripped on for dear life.
Lord, she couldn’t take much more of this.
Panting, she tried to grind herself against his face, but he held her fast. A low, sensual laugh escaped him, one that made wet heat flood her loins.
“Please,” she gasped. “Plow me!”
He lifted her off him then and edged her back.
Hazel’s gaze dropped to his face, marking his hooded eyes and swollen lips. His breathing was ragged, and it dawned on her that he was teetering on the edge too.
Indeed, when her fingers closed around his rod, she found it scalding hot and rock-hard. It jerked in her hand. Impatient. Demanding.
Sighing, Hazel lowered herself onto him, guiding him into her.
And as she slid down his solid length, a deep groan tore from her. Dear Lord, this position was intense. It took him so deep that she ached.
She started to tremble then, sensation sweeping over her. Her loins turned molten, pleasure clenching and pulsing deep in her womb. Craeg gripped her hips and rotated them in a slow circle over his. And then, he moved one hand between them, the pad of his thumb sliding to her most sensitive spot. It was too much.
With a choked cry, she hurtled over the edge.
Pleasure spiked through her, in a shuddering, aching wave that made her spine curve, made her head fall back. Her scream echoed through the chamber, reverberating against stone.
She writhed against him, bucking and jerking as another wave hit her.
Craeg’s guttural curse followed, and then he was dragging her up and down the long, hard length of his rod. There was nothing slow and gentle about it now. He was relentless, sliding her up until only the crown of his shaft was still inside her, before hauling her back down on him.
