She shook her head, stepping closer to him. “I want to be with ye. I want ye.”
That seemed to break something inside him, because he pulled her against him and kissed her with such passion that she couldn’t do anything but bury her hands in his hair.
He groaned, and the sound reverberated in her chest. She tugged on his hair, and he moved his mouth from her lips to her jaw and then down to her neck.
She leaned back and gasped.
He had mastered her body and knew where to touch and kiss her to make her hungry for him.
“Please, Darragh,” she begged, needing more than what he could give her in this hallway.
“Aye, lass,” he groaned against her skin, kissing his way up to her lips again. “I ken what ye need.”
His hands moved lower, pulling her into him.
“Shall we head to me chambers?”
She nodded and allowed him to pull her along.
Darragh’s hands found the laces of her dress, and he undid them, pulling until she was naked before him. He stepped back to admire her. She lifted her hands to cover herself, but he stopped her.
“Daenae cover yerself, Talia,” he told her. “Let me gaze upon yer beauty.”
She worried her lip between her teeth and lowered her hands hesitantly. She was still so shy that it tugged at his heart. He itched to corrupt her, but he wanted to protect her as well.
“Ye’re so beautiful, Talia,” he murmured, wrapping an arm around her waist, the other hand rising to cup her jaw. “I still cannae believe ye’re mine.”
He kissed her long and slow, moving them till she was beneath him on the bed. He was careful as he lay atop her, his thighs tucked between hers.
He kissed her gently still, his hand caressing her bare torso. The soft mounds of her breasts drove him wild with hunger and need.
He kissed his way down from her lips to her chin and lower till he could bite that sweet spot between her neck and shoulder that had her gripping his hair with a breathless gasp. He smiled against her skin and continued to kiss his way down to the swell of her full breasts.
He nipped one pink nipple before palming it gently and then more firmly, alternating between sucking and licking it. He enjoyed her gasps and sighs and how her hips bucked beneath him in uncontrollable spasms. The friction against his cock had him gripping her hard, but he reined in his desire, not wanting to frighten her.
He moved to the other breast, giving it similar attention. He let his hands roam down her body, running his fingers along her smooth skin, over her belly, and then her hips.
He trailed a finger up her thigh, and she gasped, her nails digging into his shoulders. He kissed his way down her breasts to her belly and then nipped her hip, smiling against her skin when she shivered.
He dipped his head and kissed his way down her thighs and then up, working her slowly, not stopping even when he heard her gasp.
“Please,” she begged, writhing beneath him.
He curled his hands around her thighs and nudged them apart, baring her weeping sex to him. Her breathed her in and nipped his way up her inner thigh, gripping her tightly as her back arched off the bed.
He loved how unrestrained she was in her passion.
He placed a chaste kiss on her sensitive bud. Her back arched again, but he held her still with a hand on her hip, the other hand keeping her bared to him.
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 as he e kissed her sex again. He would never get tired of tasting her and drinking in the taste of her desire. Her hands tugged on his hair again as he nipped the peak of her sex lightly and he groaned into her. He gripped her hip tighter, feasting on her as she squirmed.
She began to cry out her desire, nails running along his scalp in strokes that had his cock straining against his breeches, aching to sink into her sweet warmth.. He intended to ease her into it with the care she deserved.
He moved one hand from her thigh and pressed his thumb to her bud, smiling to himself when she gasped breathlessly again, riding his hand.
