Marian sighed softly. Her body ached for his touch like it was fuel she could not live without. Her chest heaved harder when he narrowed his eyes at her, biting his lower lip lightly.
“Tell me, Mairi,” he murmured. “Do ye want me?”
She froze at the implication of his words, only managing a blink.
“Do ye want me, Marian?” he asked her again.
She nodded slightly, her throat bobbing.
It was almost as though that simple movement unleashed a beast that had been caged within him for years.
Lachlan wrapped his hands around her legs and lifted them until he was nestled between them. He lowered his head between her thighs, kissing her slick nether lips just as he had done against the wall of her bedchamber. His tongue slid into her, going as deeply as it possibly could.
Marian ground her hips against his face as he lapped up every drop of her nectar, as though he were some thirsty lion. His hands came up to squeeze her breasts as he continued to feast on her. Her restraint snapped at once, her moans growing louder as she drew closer and closer to the edge.
He stopped suddenly.
Her eyes flew open at the loss of contact, searching his face. Her heart flipped at the dark look in his eyes.
“Lachlan…” Even his name came out as a moan. “Please,” she whispered, her sex throbbing.
She pressed her hand against his chest, and he moved closer, coming up until his face hovered over hers. He leaned in to kiss her, resting his weight on his elbows beside her head. His lips tasted sweet and tangy—ofher.
She kissed him harder, even as his hard member pressed against her entrance.
She did not understand it. It startled her how her body responded. How his warmth had quickly replaced the cold that had clung to her for hours.
Her hips moved of their own accord, grinding against his hot, throbbing member.
Her body ached for more.
Sheached for more.
“Lachlan,” she moaned again, quieter this time. “Please.”
He groaned against her in response, the vibrations sending shivers through her.
She held his hips, pulling him deeper into herself.
Lachlan paused. He cupped her face, looking into her eyes as he whispered, “Are ye sure?”
Marian nodded. “Yes,” she breathed. “I want you, Lachlan. All of you.”
He released a breath that she felt in her bones.
He pushed himself up from the bed, then unfastened his trews and undergarments until he was completely naked before her. He stood there for a moment, allowing her to take it all in. Allowing her the chance to back out if she so wished.
But Marian swallowed, nodding instead as her eyes lingered on his manhood in all its glory.
He climbed back into bed and lowered himself over her, looking into her eyes intently.
“Are ye sure, Marian?” he asked her again.
She wrapped her arms around him. “Yes.” Her voice was steadier now. “I have never been more certain about a thing in my life.”
Lachlan exhaled. He kissed her on the forehead, then pressed his member against her entrance, all while holding her gaze.
“It might hurt,” he murmured.
