Grace was lifted off the ground. Subconsciously, she wrapped her legs around his waist. His palms flattened on her ass, while his lips ravaged hers. Grace’s head fought with her sanity, reminding her of all the extenuating circumstances. Emily, her father, her lies to him.
Grace groaned and drowned by lacing her fingers into his thick hair. She trailed them down the side of his neck. His body jolted at her touch and Grace enjoyed a profound joy at that reaction. Their kisses grew frenzied, him tasting of wine and the forbidden fruit she just had to have.
They stumbled to the bed and he gently laid her on the sheets. Poised over her, Duncan stroked her left cheek. Grace’s vision blurred as her insides throbbed.
“So beautiful,” he murmured.
Right at that moment, that is what Grace felt like. The most beautiful woman in the world. He leaned in and kissed her from her jawline down to her neck. Goosebumps covered her skin. He looked up and met her eyes with an unreadable expression. Grace raised her right hand, beckoning for him to come closer.
He went to her, kissed her briefly on the lips then slid downwards. Grace’s legs quivered in anticipation. They remembered what his wicked tongue had done, the previous time. It was the first time she’d ever climaxed and she couldn’t wait to experience it again.
From between her shaky legs, his chuckle reached her, “I see ye remember.”
Those soft lips kissed the back of her knee while he massaged her toes and heels. Grace thought she would die from the pleasure and relief coursing through her.
Hearing Grace’s drawn out moan, he looked up. Suddenly, Grace was embarrassed at her reaction to that simple touch. She spent most of her time on her feet, so his massage released a tension she didn’t know she felt.
“On me,” he said, meaning her eyes. “I want tae see yer eyes darken from me touch.”
His gravelly voice washed that embarrassment off. Chest heaving, Grace raised her upper body. Feather soft kisses travelled up her thighs. Abruptly, he stopped and said, “I want tae see ye, all of ye.”
“I thought ye’d ne’er ask,” Grace was surprised at how sultry her voice sounded and how his eyes flared briefly on her hearing her.
He took off her clothes, starting with the corset. One breast came free and he buried his face in it. Grace moaned, kicking her feet. His tongue flicked her nipples, teasing them to hardened points. Grace’s hands shook as they plucked his shirt off his massive shoulders.
Together, they cast the last layers of clothing on their bodies aside. Before, she’d not gotten to see him fully naked. Now, she felt her throat go dry, watching him in all his magnificence. She kissed the depth between his chest plates, teasing the hard nubs on his chest awake, returning his punishment earlier.
His fingers clawed her hair, jerked her up and crushing her lips. There was nothing soft about the possessive kiss. He was savagely marking her as his own.I love ye,he’d said. Did he mean that? Was it the heat of the moment? It couldn’t be. Something in his tone had increased her confidence a thousand-fold.
He brought her to a kneeling position, swiftly inserting his vastly impressive girth between her legs. Grace cried out when that erection made contact. She moved her hips back and forth, grinding on him. He was curved around the head and that part stroked her in and out driving her insane.
Kneeling on the bed, she returned the ferocity of his kiss. She ran her hands down his back, cupping his firm buttocks as it thrust between her legs. She didn’t want to stop for a second, in case this was a dream that could dissolve.
He cupped her right breast, and she did the same to him, mirroring his moves. Like he had been shot with an arrow, a tortured sound rang from him. On the brink of release, she felt his chest vibrate with mirth. He lowered her onto the bed. Lights from candles illuminated his eyes and Grace could not retrain the faint blush that rose on her face.
His lids were heavy with lust but when he met her eyes, there was a tenderness there that made her melt like snow on a sunny day. He kissed her earlobe, running his tongue along the dangling flesh.
“Ye want this,” he whispered.
“Aye,” Grace shook. “I dae.”
She wrapped her legs around his narrow waist, above a taut ass. His erection nudged her, and he groaned before kissing her. She’d not done it before. She was a little scared but the onslaught of feelings was too much to stop her. He played with her breast and murmured “perfect.” Fingers trailed down her abdomen, causing the flesh to shiver under his touch.
He parted her legs and found her center with his fingers. They rounded her small point, which heightened her pleasure so much she cried out. She dug her fingers into his shoulders, feeling his muscles bulge under the pressure. His finger thrust into her, pressing upward inside her. Grace’s eyes rolled up as he found a spot in her that flashed stars into her vision.
“Nice and wet,” he grunted against her mouth. She felt his member jerk against her thigh. His chest grazed hers, and in that angle, his thumb held down her clit while he stroked into her entrance. His kisses were slower, maddening Grace. The triple stimulation was unlike anything she’d ever felt. Each touch more sensual than the last.
Grace panted uncontrollably in her arms. Shivers racked her, like a monster seeking an escape. He maintained the pressure, allowing her to buck her hips in the way she wanted. In a minute, Grace broke apart, trembling and crying out, “Duncan…!!”
“Ye’re magnificent when ye come,” he rasped. Grace, still trying to catch her breath, hid her face in the pillow. Gently, he turned her around. He raised his hand, showed her the moisture covering a certain finger. He brought to his lips and smeared it across. Grace’s eyes went wide.
“Want tae see how good ye taste?”
“Duncan…!” He smirked with ease, contrasting with how hard the vein in his neck and face throbbed from the effort of holding back. He dove to her lips, kissing her into impossible depths. Grace had her eyes closed but she felt the nudge on her thighs again. Both times, he had taken care of her without asking for anything. She could do the same. She wanted to do the same and just hoped it would make him feel as good as her. She stopped kissing him, and she shoved him down and straddled his waist.
She reached backwards and grasped his might in her fist. Locking eyes with him, she reached into herself.
His eyes flared as she stroked herself. He groaned and covered her breasts with his palms. She spread the moisture all over his erection. The second her hand covered him again, his hips bucked off the bed. Grace slid off of him, kneeling between his brawny legs.
