His beautiful eyes were filled with pain and wonder and a hope that lacerated her heart. And a desire that could incinerate them both.
And then she laid her mouth against his in a hot, hungry, open kiss.
The iron bands of his arms went around her, and she was engulfed, pulled hard up against his body. She raked her fingers up through his hair and tugged his face closer, closer still, opening her mouth to him, their tongues dueling as she chased her own desire while fanning his. She nipped his bottom lip and he swore softly, and returned the favor. The kiss became nearly devouring, a clashof teeth and a crush of lips, a greedy savoring of textures.
He gasped and took her earlobe between his teeth, lightly, and her breath hitched at the tiny shocking pleasure. She hadn’t known such savagery was within her. She shook with a need that seemed fathomless, that welled and spilled and built again and he was there for her. He met her again and again with a hunger the equal of her own. He knew what she wanted.
She gasped when he swiftly lifted her onto his lap and moved her body so that she was astride the jut of his hard cock in his trousers.
He shifted his hips up against her and her head fell back on a gasp of pleasure as a bolt of lightning went through her.
“Aye, lass. It’s this. It’s this you want.”
He moved against her again, grinding slowly, teasingly as he swiftly finished the job she’d begun with the laces of her dress and tugged her bodice swiftly down.
And suddenly her breasts were in his hands.
His eyes locked with hers as he stroked, dragging his thumbs over her nipples.
Bliss forked through her like lightning, and she cried out.
He grinned like a pirate.
And then he urged her back in his arms and closed his mouth over her nipple and sucked, and teased with his tongue. And when she half choked, half sobbed out her pleasure she could feel his animal groan vibrate through her body, in concert with her own.
“Christ, you are beautiful.” The words were nearly a groan against her ear, and he followed them with his lips, then his tongue, while his hands coaxed pleasure from her breasts. “So beautiful. Move with me, Daphne.” His hands were hot on her bare arse as he pulled her against his cock, still behind the fall of his trousers. “Trust me. Your body knows.”
It did know. Something was flooding her veins, pressing against the very seams of her being, like a river churned in a storm.
They rocked together, swiftly now. Eyes locked so she could see when his went black and hazed. His hot breath gusted against her throat. The cords of his neck went taut. His head fell back and his chest was heaving against hers.
“Oh God.” His words were tattered. “Oh God, love, I’m going to...”
Dazedly, stunned, desperate, she stared into his black eyes, his face as wild and hazed and amazed as hers, his forehead gleaming sweat. His head thrashed back.
“Lorcan... Lorcan I... oh, pleasehelpme...”
He slipped his fingers down between them and against where she was wet and aching and stroked hard.
The world exploded into fragments of light.
She heard her own scream from somewhere among the heavens, where she’d been launched.
Distantly, she heard him roar his release against her throat.
And as his body quaked in the throes of it, she clung to him like he was flotsam in a shipwreck.
Her head rested on his shoulder. Her arms remained loosely looped around his neck.
His hand moved gently over her hair, then glided softly over the blades of her shoulder, down the little pearls of her spine.
“Are you still among the living?” he asked her.
She gave a single soft laugh. “I saw stars,” she murmured.
“As did I.”
More silence, as she pressed her cheek against his. Lightly, she kissed his neck. She let her lips linger there, so she could feel his heartbeat. Still martial.
