She couldn’t think. Couldn’t worry about the future or regret the past. All she could do was feel. And it was exactly what she wanted.
He leaned back, pinning her on the branch with his hips as he pulled open her oiled cloak and untucked her loose cotton shirt. He flicked his finger through the laces and shoved the cotton roughly to the sides. Her breasts were small enough that she didn’t bother to bind them, and her nipples pebbled as the cold air whispered over her skin.
Tor let out a long groan of appreciation before lowering his head to take one puckered nipple into his mouth, his free hand reaching up to massage her other breast.
She arched back, gripping his head, holding him against her, and he rewarded her by giving her nipple a sharp tweak between his thumb and forefinger. He tugged with his teeth on the other side at the same time, twin shafts of delicious fire.
She whimpered and pushed her hips forward, feeling each pinch of his fingers, each swirl of his tongue as molten lava snaked down into her core.
Tor ran his mouth back up and onto hers, and they groaned together. Keely lowered her hands to fumble with his jerkin, still lost in the heat of his mouth, finally managing to pull it open and slip her hands under his shirt against his bunching muscles. She stroked over his velvet skin, sliding her fingers through the rough hair spread over his broad chest, over the hard points of his nipples, and shivered. Cold air and hot flesh combined with fear and grief, hunger and connection in a swirling maelstrom of feeling and freedom.
She ran her hands lower to pop open the buttons of his breeches and slide her hand inside. Bard, he was huge. As thick and heavy as the rest of him. She had a moment’s doubt, but she was pulsing with need, her body a fiery mass of desperation, and she let the thought go. She licked her lips and wrapped her hand around his shaft.
His hips shuddered, and he breathed hard as he lowered his forehead to hers. “Are you sure, Keely?”
“Yes.”
He watched her closely. “Keely. I want….” He swallowed. “I like to be in control. Is that—?”
She looked into his potent gaze, those dark, serious eyes, and nodded. That was exactly what she wanted. “Yes. All of it.”
He stepped back, gently placing her on her feet, then quickly stripped off his jerkin and shirt, then laid his jerkin out over the fork in the tree branches.
He helped her wiggle out of her boots and breeches and then lifted her back onto the smooth leather, still warm from his body. Damn. He was still protecting her.
He stepped back into the V of her legs and lowered his mouth to hers for another scorching kiss, his hands stroking gently up and down her sides, raising goose bumps in flurries where his calluses teased at her skin.
“Touch me.” His voice was a heated murmur against her ear.
She wrapped her fingers around him, so thick and hot, and he immediately wrapped his own, much larger hand over hers, holding her firmly. Holding her still.
His tongue swept through her mouth, again and again, her nipples dragging through the rough hair on his chest as she squirmed. Then he nudged forward, still gripping her hand over his cock, until he was rubbing against her clit.
His heavy cock pulsed in her hand, but she was helpless to move with his fist over hers; all she could do was feel as he stroked her, hot flesh against hot flesh in a constant barrage of sensation. All while his mouth owned hers.
His free hand rose to cup the back of her head, his fingers tangling in her hair, angling her mouth into his as he took his time; long, slow sweeps of his tongue on hers, as if he was tasting her. Luxuriating in her. While his cock rubbed aching circles around her clit.
There were too many sensations. The long pulls of his mouth. Her pulsing clit. Her chest rising and falling in rough pants. The tingle of her scalp from his tight grip on her hair. Her slowly rising desperation for him to be inside her. “Tor. Please.”
“Not yet.”
Keely’s hips moved forward helplessly, searching for more as her kiss grew sloppy. She ran her free hand up his arm, reveling in the flex of muscles as he tortured her again and again, and she gripped his arm, trying to pull him closer.
He growled and held firm, still circling, nudging, almost where she wanted him, but not quite.
He ran his mouth down her neck to bite her shoulder, and she shuddered helplessly. And then he took her nipple between his teeth and sucked as he finally pushed his cock into her entrance.
She gasped in a shaky breath. He was huge, and it had been a very long time. But he stopped there, holding his hips still as his hand in her hair pulled her to arch back and his tongue flicked out to taste the underside of her breasts. Bard. She’d never known how sensitive she was.
He let go of her hand, leaving her to grip his cock, and swirled his thumb around her clit as he pushed the rest of the way into her with a long, achingly slow thrust.
His tongue still played along her breasts, his thumb still rubbed those maddening circles, but otherwise, he didn’t move. Her walls fluttered around him, trying to suck him deeper, and she tipped her hips, desperate to relieve the building pressure.
She needed…. Bard. She needed him tomove. Her body shuddered as a slow, devastating ache traveled up her spine and her core clenched. She was so full. Thrillingly, gloriously full. But she needed more.
He lifted his head and took her lips in a rough kiss, his thumb on her clit driving her insane with the same relentless, steady circles. She gasped and pulled back until her mouth was just touching his, their tongues flicking against each other as they shared air, and she tightened her legs, nudging him forward with her heels.
He growled, deep in his throat. “This is mine.”
