Page 57 of Warrior’s Lady

"Resisting you is like resisting the tide." She could feel the heat of his body against hers building like a maddening tension. The muscles of her limbs felt heavy and weak, unable to support her weight.

He pulled her closer and brought his lips down to explore the length of her exposed throat.

She inhaled sharply and a shiver ran through her.

He pulled away from her. Before she could mourn his loss, he hitched himself up on the stone ledge, then brought her forward to stand between his legs.

He lifted her gown to just below her breasts and brushed her flesh with his lips. She groaned at the exquisite feel of his hard cheek against the softness of her chest and her abdomen.

"This is no good," he said and pulled back. A moment later, he stripped his shirt and tossed it to the ground. "I need to feel you against me."

With gentle hands, he guided her chemise over her head. Before her skin had a chance to cool, he pulled her to him again. His head lowered and his mouth closed over her right breast as if he were starving for her.

Rhiannon gasped as a streak of hot fire burned through her. The muscles of her stomach clenched. Boldly, she tangled her fingers in his hair, holding him against her, wanting more.

His tongue was so warm, each sensation he wrought robbed her of thought and breath. His lust for her was wildly exciting — primal, intense, fierce.

His left hand slid down her abdomen to the thatch of curls surrounding her womanhood and began to rub back and forth. "Your skin is so soft, like nothing I've ever touched before. It makes me want to—" He broke off, his voice hoarse. He looked at her with fire in his eyes, warming the blue to the color of the sky on a hot summer's day.

Rhiannon shuddered in response to his stroking. He created a strange ache between her thighs. "Open yourself to me," he commanded, his voice gentle.

She watched with fascination at the acceleration of the pulse at the base of his throat as she opened her stance.

"Wider," he said hoarsely.

She obeyed, and his hand slipped inside the warm, moist folds. He pressed his thumb and forefinger against the most intimate part of her. She bit her lip to keep from crying out as unbelievable ripples of sensation spread from his hand to every part of her body.

She arched toward him, into the pulsing manhood that pressed against the fabric of his breeches. She wanted more. She wanted him. Her hand moved down to the laces of his breeches. One tug on the ties set him free.

He jumped down from the ledge and pulled her close, his rigid manhood pulsing against her. "Are you sure this is what you want?"

"As sure as I've ever been about anything." She didn't want to stop. She couldn't. She closed her eyes and swayed against him, blocking out all sensation but the feel of his hands on her heated flesh.

He lifted her. "Clasp me with your legs," he commanded, leaning back against the castle wall.

Her limbs encircled his hips. He settled her atop his flesh and he pulsed into her. When he met with resistance he stopped, before thrusting up in one swift stroke. He covered her lips with his to absorb her cry of pain. Rhiannon's entire body tensed. Then the sensation faded as his presence inside her sent waves of heat through every muscle in her body. His palms cupped her buttocks and held her to him.

"So tight." His eyes glazed with an expression of primitive pleasure, and his body trembled, shuddered as he moved her slowly up and down, his breathing coming in sharp gasps. The intensity of his need filled her with a heady excitement and increased her own hunger tenfold.

She clenched around him and heard Camden give a low groan. He lifted her, drawing all the way out and plunged to the heart of her.

Rhiannon arched her neck back and gave a low cry. A hotness she had never known poured through her, merging with him, until they moved as one entity trying to reach ... what?

Then she knew. The knowledge broke over her in a release of rapture that left her gasping and shivering in the aftermath.

He held her to him, breathing heavily, his flesh hot against her own. Even so, his hips still moved yearningly, as if he hadn't had enough of her even though he'd reached his satisfaction.

She'd known the moment she put her hand in his in the bedchamber below that something would happen between them this night. She'd wanted it. But she had never expected this — a joining that had been both primal and urgent.

Camden's breathing gradually steadied. "I was too rough." His voice was uneven. "I lost control."

"We both lost control. I had no idea it could be that way." She looked up at him, uncertain of what she would see. "I watched our horses mate once, but this…"

Desire, hot and hard, reflected in the depths of eyes. He pulsed inside her, hardening, readying for her once more. "I want you again." His voice sounded pained. "I promise not to be so primitive this time."

She smiled, feeling fully alive for the first time in her life. "I liked primitive."

His eyes darkened. "Then allow me to indulge your primitive instincts again."