“Now this is what I have envisioned. Ye are beautiful, lass.”
Quivering beneath him, she flushed. Not knowing what to do with her hands, she brought them up to his shoulders and traced his muscles, watching them contract under her touch.
With a wicked gleam in his eyes, he licked his lips before moving down her body, his tongue circling her taut nipple before tugging it between his teeth.
She gasped at the sensation, unlike anything she had ever felt before. He nipped and then licked away the pain before movingto her other breast and giving it the same attention, his hand kneading the one he’d left, flicking his thumb across the peak.
She shoved her hands in his hair, biting her lip as her core heated in want, jealous of the attention her breasts were receiving. Lifting her hips, trying to hint to him that she wanted him there.
His laugh against her breast caused the most delicious sensation and she called his name. “Fin,” she whispered, her voice sounding odd to her own ears.
Lowering himself even further, he swirled his tongue around her navel, and trailed kisses down further, to her damp curls, blowing on them and making her squirm. He hitched her legs on his shoulders and drew his tongue down her slick crease, lapping at her soft folds.
Her hands fisted in his hair, her hips rising to meet every thrust of his tongue, her breaths coming in whimpers.
When he sank his finger between her folds, she gasped. When he added another, and then another, pushing them in and drawing them slowly out, she wanted to cry. The feeling so divine, so all-encompassing, that she thought she would lose her sense of mind. And when he sucked her little bud of pleasure into his mouth, her world shattered into a million pieces. Her body taut, her breath coming in gasps, she saw stars. The universe was exploding around her and Finlay continued to suckle and work his fingers as wave after wave of pleasure washed over her.
Spent, her limbs loosened until they felt like custard. Her bones were gone. They’d disappeared.
And then Finlay’s face was in front of hers, eyes dark with desire, a bright smile plastered on his face. He dipped his head and captured her mouth, and she opened hers, giving his tongue entry. She could taste the tang of herself on his tongue and shedeepened the kiss, pulling his head down to hers even more. She wanted to be swallowed up by this man.
His manhood lay heavy on her stomach and she closed her fist around it. Finlay’s body jerked in response and he broke the kiss, resting his forehead on hers, panting heavily.
Settling between her thighs, she involuntarily stiffened. This position she was familiar with.
Sensing something was wrong, he pulled back, his eyes imploring hers. “What’s wrong?”
She shook her head, refusing to let Gerard taint this memory in any way. Finlay was not Gerard and he would never do anything to hurt her. “’Tis naught.” He didn’t look convinced, so she brought her lips to his, stroking her hand up and down the hard velvet of his cock.
“Ye shall be the death of me, lass,” he whispered when he broke the kiss.
As she gave way to the sensations of feelings she had pulsing through her body, she relaxed.
In one swift move, he entered, taking her breath away. There was no pain, only the exquisite feeling of fullness, and then the feeling of emptiness, longing for more when he pulled away before pushing back inside. He continued that excruciating torture, her senses building and building. Climbing the highest mountain to the peak, and right before she toppled and fell over the cliff, he hastened the pump of his hips, his breath hot in her ear, his pants an erotic song she wanted to listen to for the rest of her life.
And then she fell, floating on air as her limbs stiffened and his name escaped her lips in a cry of passion. He followed suit just moments later, grinding out her name as he ground his hips against her, burying himself as deep as he could, his body spasming right along with hers.
She was having a hard time catching her breath. Coming down from the exquisite journey he had just taken her on. Her chest heaved against his.
“I love ye, lass,” Finlay said as he collapsed beside her, dragging her with him so she could rest her head upon his chest.
She couldn’t get herself to say the words, even though she knew she loved him, too. If she said them, it would make it that much harder to leave in the morn.
His heart beat a crazy rhythm under her cheek as his fingers drew lazy circles on her back, making her shiver. Reaching down, he pulled the duvet up and covered them.
Tucked into his side, she felt safe. As if no one could break in and ruin their sanctity. If only that were true. But knowing it wasn’t, she knew what she had to do. She would be forever thankful to Finlay for these memories. She’d never experienced anything like them, and knew she never would again.
He had no idea how much that meant to her.
The night was still young, and she wasn’t ready to stop now. Not now that she knew how pleasurable the act of lovemaking could be. Nay, she’d had a taste and she wanted more. She deserved it after all she had been through.
The universe owed her that much. Owed her all the memories that they would make this night.
Because in the morn she would be gone.
