In the far recesses of her mind, a fleeting thought tried to catch her attention. Something important she was supposed to remember. She struggled to recall what it was while his lips and tongue moved down between her breasts.
Lord above!The moist heat of his mouth was on her breast, pulling sensations all the way from her toes and emptying every thought from her head, except that she never wanted him to stop.
***
All day, Rory’s grief had been a blade that cut deep and flailed him by turns with sorrow, guilt, and rage. His emotions were raw, and his need for Sybil was so intense it shook him to his soul. He wanted to lose himself in the smell of her skin, the taste of her lips, the sensation of her breasts pressed against his chest, and the silky weight of her midnight hair cascading over his arm.
Praise God Sybil had finally made up her mind to have him.
He ought to tell her how beautiful she was, that he had wanted her from the start, that he would cherish her forever. But he could not speak, could not begin to find words for the feelings raging inside him.
He splayed his fingers in her hair and covered her face with kisses—her cheeks, her eyelids, the side of her mouth, the sensitive place below her ear.
“A chisle mo chroí,”pulse of my heart,he murmured against her skin as he ran his lips along the side of her throat.
He always knew she would be passionate in bed, but she was everything he had hoped for and more. When he suckled her breasts, her sighs and moans drove him to near madness. He squeezed his eyes shut and told himself he must slow down and be gentle this first time. But he wanted her somuch.
“Oh, lass,” he gasped as she ran her hand up his cock, “you’ll kill me for certain.”
Sybil’s bold sensuality, like oil on an already burning fire, sent his desire into shooting flames. His bride was making it damned difficult to remember she was a virgin.
***
Sybil sensed she had driven him to the edge of control and felt a thrill of feminine power. She wanted him over the edge, to feel his passion full force and without restraint. Her own desire grew with his as she stroked her hand up and down his engorged shaft, and she swallowed when she felt the wetness on the tip.
He groaned and removed her hand, then pulled her hard against him. They rolled together, their mouths devouring each other while her hair fell in a curtain around them. Sybil was mindless, lost in deep, wet kisses, as they rolled again.
When he broke the kiss, she was on her back, and his hand was between her legs.
She was only vaguely aware of calling out to the saints and the fairies as he worked his magic with his fingers. When he began circling and flicking her nipple with his tongue as well, she thought she would go blind with pleasure.
“Mo rùin,” he said in a harsh whisper, “you’re so hot and wet.”
Then he suckled her breast, and it was too much. The tension in her body grew until she felt as if she would shatter. She bit his shoulder.
“Please!” she said, not even knowing what she wanted.
In one smooth motion, he covered her with his body. Her breath caught when she felt his shaft press between her legs. The sensation was so intense it was almost painful. And yet she wanted more.
She wrapped her arms and legs around him, needing him closer still.
“Oh, God,” he said in gasps between hot, wet kisses. “I’ll die if I can’t have ye.”
He gripped her hip, kneading, demanding, while he thrust his tongue into her mouth with a rhythm her body understood. She sank her nails into his shoulders as she kissed him back with the same fierce need.
“Are ye ready?” he asked in ragged whisper.
“Aye.” Whatever he wanted, she wanted too. And she wanted itnow.
“There’s no turning back if we do this.” His short, harsh breaths were warm on her face as he paused to look into her eyes. “Ye want this?”
“Aye, more than anything!” she said. “Please, Rory.”
He made a strangled, animal-like sound and kissed her in earnest again. Through the desire fogging her mind, that niggling thought tried to surface again, but it was beyond her reach.
“Oh!” she gasped as he eased the tip of his shaft inside her. All her senses, every fiber of her being, was focused on that part of him that was just inside her.
“I’ll try to be gentle,” he said. “I don’t want to hurt ye.”
