Her breath hitched as he cupped one breast, giving it a proprietary squeeze. She understood the importance of these words to him, a man who’d been betrayed by his first wife. Who’d been alone for so much of his life.
Was it any wonder that Alaric needed certainty—that he neededher?
“I’m yours,” Emma pledged. “To do with as you wish.”
The familiar, exhilarating freedom soared within her, and she saw his nostrils flare, his pupils darkening with excitement. When it came to lovemaking, she needed to let go as much as he needed to be in control. They were a perfect match.
Reaching to the table, he dipped his finger into his wine goblet. Her breath grew choppy as he painted the cool liquid over her nipple, circling the areola, teasing it to a hard peak. Her neck arched as he bent his head and tongued the pouting bud. The sensation shot straight to her center, and her pussy dampened in a warm rush.
“You like that,” he murmured after lavishing the same attention on her other breast.
“Yes,” she sighed.
“Did it make you wet?”
Blushing, she nodded.
“Show me.”
She blinked.
“Touch yourself, darling,” he said huskily.
He took her hand and placed it between her thighs. Her pulse raced as their joined fingers combed through the plump folds, which were very slick indeed. He guided her touch upward, to her hidden knot, circling and stroking until a moan broke from her lips. Her embarrassment faded to the hot sensuality of their combined touch.
“Feels good, doesn’t it?” he crooned. “Frig yourself for me. Make yourself come while I suckle your pretty tits.”
Supported by his arm, her spine bowed as his tongue swirled her nipple, erotically mimicking what her fingers were doing down below. It was outrageous, depraved... deliciously so. Her touch grew faster, the pressure inside her building as he went back and forth between her breasts, sucking and lapping. When his teeth grazed a sensitive peak, pleasure exploded, and she cried out his name.
He swept her up in his arms, his kiss soothing and sweet while her lungs pulled for air. He sat her down on the edge of the bed and removed her robe and his own. Despite the aftermath humming in her veins, her belly grew molten as he stood before her, his body revealed to her in its magnificent entirety for the first time.
He might have been carved from marble, so perfectly rendered was his form. The firelight licked over his muscular shoulders and hard-paved chest, the rippling ridges of his belly. His hips were taut and hollowed, girdled by a prominent vee of muscle. Everything about him—from the dusting of dark hair over sleek sinew to his enormous erection—radiated flagrant virility.
“You put a statue to shame,” she said in wonder. “You’re so beautiful, Alaric.”
His lopsided grin was surprisingly boyish. “You shouldn’t flatter me so. Such encouragement might go to my head.”
“I think,” she said, aiming her gaze at the swollen tip of his cock, “it alreadyhas.”
“What a naughty minx I married,” he said with a husky laugh.
“May I touch you?”
“Aye, lass. Put your hands on your husband.”
Since he was standing and she perched on the mattress, all she had to do was reach out. Wrapping both hands around his thick stalk, she pumped reverently, reveling in having all that masculine power contained within her palms.
“The way you touch me—it’s so bluidy good.” Arousal stained his cheekbones, deepened his lilt. The dew that leaked from his cockhead was further evidence that he was speaking the truth.
“I love touching you,” she confessed.
“Ach, I can’t take much more of this.” He groaned, his hands sliding into her hair, guiding her head toward his turgid shaft. “Make it wet, darling. So it will fit more easily into your tight little cunny.”
She eagerly did as he instructed. Tonguing his cock, she lubricated its steely length. When she arrived at the bulging crown, she parted her lips, taking him deep, and his breath hissed through his teeth.
His hands tightened in her hair, stilling her. “That’s enough. Lie back now and spread those pretty legs for me.”
His lordly command sent flames of desire licking over her skin. She obeyed, placing her head against the pillows. He knelt between her thighs, and her bosom surged with anticipation—and just the tiniest smidgen of anxiety—as the broad head of his cock lodged against her vulnerable flesh.
