Nora jerked as his mouth covered her. Every nerve ending in her body sizzled as she cried out in surprise. He stroked her with his tongue and lips.
She hissed and moaned as she cupped his head to her. No longer able to speak, all she could do was feel each and every luscious lick he gave her.
Who could have imagined? His breath was hot against her bared flesh and when he slid a finger deep inside her and rotated it, she thought she would die.
She looked down to see him staring up at her while he tormented her with ecstasy.
He pulled back, but left his finger inside her. A strange sensation of intimacy overwhelmed her.
“Don’t be embarrassed, dove,” he whispered, then he returned to taunt her with his mouth.
With a mind of its own, her body writhed to his touch and kisses.
“Oh Ewan,” she groaned.
And as he continued, she found herself unable to speak anymore. Unable to do anything other than feel him. Feel his tongue sliding around her, his finger swirling.
Her pleasure built to an unimaginable height. Until she was sure that she would explode with the weight of it.
Then, in the span of one heartbeat, she did explode. Her body splintered apart and she cried out.
Ewan didn’t stop. He stayed there, licking and teasing until she’d come for him twice more.
When he seemed content to tease her more, she begged him for mercy. “Please, Ewan,” she whimpered. “If I do that one more time, I fear I shall die of it.”
He chuckled at her plea, then turned his face to suckle the tender flesh of her thigh.
Nora lay there, completely spent and weak. She breathed raggedly as Ewan gathered her into his arms and held her close.
“You weren’t jesting,” she said while her body slowly returned to normal. “I had no idea that existed.”
He kissed her brow and cradled her head with his hands. “Neither did I,” he whispered softly.
Nora smiled and snuggled into him, wanting to be as close as she could.
This was the single best night of her life and she was so glad that she had shared this with him. If tomorrow forced her to marry Ryan, at least she had known one night of true passion. A night of lying in the arms of a man who wanted and respected her.
She would treasure it always.
Ewan listened to Nora as she fell back asleep. Guilt and regret overwhelmed him.
What he had done tonight was inexcusable. He had taken her virginity, something that was a husband’s right, not his.
Her father and betrothed would be furious when they found out.
A fierce wave of rage swept through him at the thought of another man touching her as he had tonight.
At the thought of her encouraging another man with her words.
She was his!
You’ve no right to her.
Besides, what could you offer her?
Ewan covered them with her plaid and ran his hands through her pale blond hair. He had nothing to offer her. All he knew was what he felt when he held her like this.
The way he felt every time she looked at him.
