Morgann’s gaze roved over her. Every part of her scalded. Her stomach knotted and her skin grew sensitised. She pressed her thighs together. A hand reached down to draw up her ankle, making her bend her leg. Rough fingers explored the arch of her foot, then the back of her knee and the responsive skin on her inner thigh. She quivered and quaked with each touch, small sounds that she had no control over escaping her.
“Alana.” His voice cracked at the end of her name. “Sweet Lord, I had no idea… yer too good for me. A more beautiful lassie I’ve never seen.”
Alana beamed at his words, tears of delight tingling in her eyes. She meant to respond but his fingers continued their journey over her body and she forgot how to speak. Squeezing briefly at her hips, he teased a finger over her stomach, dipped into her belly button before he skimmed her ribs and settled over one breast.
Her back left the bed at the exquisite feel of rugged male flesh on her own soft skin. She gazed at him as he teased her nipple. Lowering his head, he took it into his mouth.
“Oh!”
By God, if he made her feel like that with just his mouth… Sharp heat around her breast made her head swim as he flicked her nipple with his tongue and sucked leisurely at it. He nipped briefly with his teeth, a sweet contrast to his soothing licks.
“Mo chridhe,” he murmured as his lips tickled over her skin, tracing her collarbone before seeking her mouth.
The endearment destroyed any remaining restraint and her hands flew around his shoulders, pinning him. A faint growl emanated from Morgann as he took her mouth. He pressed a hand under her back, moulding her to him as he kissed her with such intensity that her head spun. Gone was his teasing touch and careful restraint. The warrior remained, the one that her body sought with a need so ancient it made her shake.
She tried to match his kisses as their teeth clashed and they fought to get closer. Her legs fell apart and he pumped his hips against her, mimicking the act she craved most. She scrabbled her nails across his smooth back, feeling each ripple of movement as he winnowed his fingers through her hair. Her skin grew hot and damp as they rocked furiously, frissons of pleasure sparking between her legs. She arched and arched into him, steely flesh pressing across her folds until all breath left her and she let out a cry, one that Morgann muffled with a penetrating kiss. Gratification spiralled out through her limbs and she quaked as the feelings simmered into a warm satisfaction.
Sweet Mary, who knew? But then she must have done or else she would not have craved his touch so much.
Morgann kept on kissing her, hot open-mouthed kisses to her chin, jaw, neck and lips as the need for him grew again. Instead of dissipating, the longing increased, powered by the knowledge of what pleasure he could bring. She needed to join with him.
"Now," she whispered. "Morgann. Now." She pressed her juncture into him.
"Aye, m'eudail, aye." He wrapped her legs around his hips and grasped her bottom in one hand, the other stoking her cheek as he supported his weight on his elbow. "I'm going to take ye now, Alana. Make ye mine. I'll try to be gentle, but I dinnae... I dinnae know if I can," he told her roughly.
Alana shook her head gently, eyes locked onto his. "Do what ye will with me, Morgann. Make me yers. I'm no' scared."
She wasn't. Nothing could prevent her from wanting this. If her voice shook and her heart hammered, it was only with desperation. As he had claimed of her, she needed him more than her next breath.
He inched forward, hot flesh spreading her apart and her eyes widened as he took her. Carefully, slowly, tenderly. And then he was buried to the hilt and Alana gasped at the unknown sensation budding inside her. He waited. And she fidgeted, the need to move overriding any discomfort.
"God's blood, Alana," he said through gritted teeth, "so tight."
She wriggled again and watched as any final restraint slipped away. A dark, feral light grew in his eyes as he shifted against her. She felt the hammer of his heart against her chest as he withdrew and plunged deeply, as if testing her. Alana released a moan of appreciation and the sound seemed to trigger something.
Fingers digging into her bottom, Morgann drove into her with deep, hard strokes. Alana could do nothing but hold on as he made her his. Each thrust had her calling his name, begging for an end yet wanting it to last forever. As the rapture built, Morgann drew back, dark gaze latched onto hers. His image grew hazy but Alana saw the desire—and the love?—in his expression and she dug her nails into his skin as she bucked upwards.
With a hoarse groan, he plunged several more times, carrying her over the edge. Her body pulsed and quivered and he followed her over, kissing her shakily as he released inside her. She soothed him through it, rubbing her hands over his sleek skin and spreading kisses over his jawline, tasting the saltiness of his skin.