He enjoyed the way she shuddered with each caress and with each word out of his mouth, but he needed to be sure she understood what he meant.
“Do ye understand now, Talia?” he asked, lifting his head.
“Aye,” she answered. “I do.”
Darragh stiffened upon seeing desire in her eyes. Her skin was flushed, her lips parted as her breath came in quick pants. Her beauty left him breathless every time he looked at her, and in her lust, she was more beautiful than he could have imagined.
“If at any time ye want me to stop, ye must tell me,” he added quickly.
She nodded, and he smiled.
He dipped his head and kissed his way down her thighs and then up, stoking her lust again, not stopping even when she gasped.
“Please,” she begged, writhing beneath him.
But he was in no hurry and took his time nibbling his way up her creamy thighs. The scent of her arousal had his cock straining against his breeches.
“What would ye have me do, Talia?” he murmured against her skin. “Tell me what ye want.”
She shivered beneath him and let out a whimper.
“That wasnae an answer, Talia,” he whispered against her thigh.
He was closer to her sex now, which was slick with her essence. He breathed her in and placed a chaste kiss on her bud. Her back arched, but he held her still with a hand on her hip, the other hand curling around her thigh to keep her bared to him.
It took all of his willpower to keep from tasting her at once and thus put them both out of their misery, but he felt a decadent need to tease her, to make her burn with the same frustration that had plagued him these past days as he watched her flirt with her suitors.
“Please, Darragh,” she moaned.
Her hands slid into his hair, gripping it tightly, and pleasure-pain shot from his scalp to his cock.
Devils.
He bit back a groan.
“Tell me what ye need, and I will give it to ye,” he whispered, kissing her bud again.
She tugged on his hair again, and another sharp bolt of pleasure-pain shot to his cock. He gripped her hip tighter, needing to distract his mind from thoughts of sinking into her warmth.
“Tell me, Talia,” he gritted out.
“I daenae ken what I want,” she whimpered. “Me body burns with a strange fire, and I feel like I might expire if ye daenae touch me.”
Shite!
How could he deny her pleasure any longer?
He didn’t hold back this time, tasting her with one long lick. She squirmed beneath him, closing her legs around his head, but he nudged them apart, allowing himself the feast he had been denied for so long.
Her whimpers soon turned into moans and breathless sighs that were like music to his ears, but he didn’t let them distract him from the task at hand.
He savored her like he had all the time in the world, licking, biting, and kissing her till she shuddered, her thighs spasming around his head.
He moved one hand from her thigh and pressed the pad of his thumb to her bud, smiling to himself when she gasped again. He slipped his index finger into her warm sheath, biting back a groan at how tight and hot she was, and gently working it in and out of her until he felt her relax.
He added a second finger, and soon she adjusted, allowing him to increase his pace. Her hips lifted to meet his thrusts, and soon they started bucking wildly.
“That’s it, lass,” he purred. “Take yer pleasure.”
