A need he’d created.
A need only he could satisfy.
His.
His gaze fast upon her, she received the pleasure he gave and demanded yet more in return. “Greedy,” he rasped into her ear.
Another finger joined the first, stretching her, filling her, pulling more moans from her, making her wild beneath his hand. When his cock could take no more, he withdrew from her, leaving her teetering on the edge of release, no doubt. Her eyes flew open, both questioning and slightly outraged, demanding he finish what he’d started.
Then he had the fall of his trousers open and his cock free and pressing at her entrance. In one swift, satisfying thrust of his hips, he was inside her. He went still, letting her adjust to him, yes, but also soaking her into his senses. Her slick heat around him. Her breath rasping humid against his neck. Her crisp scent of sage and jasmine mixed with the heady sex scent of woman.
Her hips swiveled, and his cock throbbed. She arched into him, demanding the release promised. He began moving his hips, sliding in and out of her, and her quim picked up where his fingers had left it—on the brink of climax.
“Juliet, you’re going to release for me…” He licked his thumb and slipped it between their bodies, down to her sex, where her most sensitive flesh had only awaited his touch. “Now.”
He slid his thumb against the hooded nub—her breath caught. He applied pressure and rubbed—she tensed and bit her plump bottom lip, a woman held entirely in his thrall. Another slick stroke—her back arched, eyes squeezed shut, the entirety of her being concentrated on the patch of skin where he touched her—then another…and she broke on a cry and pulsed her climax around his cock. “Rory,” she gasped against his neck.
“And that’s how I like you to say my name,” he rumbled into her ear.
A languid smile replete with satiety curved about her mouth. He released her arms, which would start to ache if he continued to hold them above her head, but he stayed inside her, his mouth still pressed to her ear. “Now we have the first one out of the way.”
“First?” she gasped. No small amount of awe in that gasp. “It can happen again?”
“Oh, aye, lass, and it will.”
Her pupils flared at the promise.
She fully intended to hold him to it.
He began to move inside her again, to penetrate her with measured calculation and purpose. His own desire began to transform. This was need, raw and urgent, heightened by an emotion coursing through him that he’d never experienced.
This wasn’t merely the coupling of two bodies.
It was the coupling of two souls…
Of two hearts.
And perhaps, she felt it, too.
This sense of oneness couldn’t be all him.
It took two halves to make this whole.
Her legs wrapped around his waist, insisting he penetrate her deeper…fully. He slid a hand beneath her bottom, tilting her hips so she could receive more of him, and gathered her close, giving her what she wanted with sure, deliberate strokes, burying himself inside her tothe hilt.
She gasped. “That feeling—oh—it’s starting—oh—again.”
And with those words, his shaft buried deep inside her, taking all he gave, she brought him to the edge with her. Sweat slicked his body as he thrust with intention, relentless, determined she would find release with him. Her head arched back, digging into green grass and exposing the elegant column of her throat, as she surrendered to mindless abandon. Control began to slip away as his rhythm increased and he lost himself inside her.
“Rory,” she cried into his neck for the second time tonight.
As her quim pulsed around him, he gave in to the animal instinct to pump his release into her on a shout, joining her in the vastness of climax as deep and unknowable as the inky sky above. “Juliet, my love,” he murmured as he collapsed to the side of her.
It was only when he began to return to himself that he realized what he’d said.
There wasn’t a syllable he would take back.
When he pulled his face from her neck, it was to find her watching him, a question in her eyes. “You are quite an expert at lovemaking,” she said. “Empirically speaking, of course.”
