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Sionnach cups my face in his hands. “A marvel you are to me, Eala bán.” He draws me in and taps his lips lightly against mine, questioning. I run a hand up his thigh to the crease where leg meets body. The tip of his tongue approves as it glides along my lips. Do I taste of spearmint and lemongrass? I close my eyes, and we kiss as if we have a million heartbeats to spare.
We break and breathe. “Sion, is there time for?—?”
Birr Castle glows in the distance, an enchanted palace without curses or sorrow. Sionnach eases me down onto the bench, his body melting against mine.
He whispers in my ear, lips grazing skin. “Do you trust we’ve sent the earl on?”
My fingers dig into the well-defined muscles of his back I’ve been curious to explore. “I do.”
“As do I. We needn’t travel to the soulfall tower to confirm. Shall we steal a few heartbeats just for us, love?”
I steal those heartbeats along with his lovely full mouth as I move my tongue against his, asking for more. He answers, tasting, exploring, claiming. From the forest, birds and animals chirrup and trill approval, their song growing louder to echo our enthusiasm.
I undo his shirt buttons. He moans softly when I trace a finger through the thick, silky tuft of hair on his chest. Moving lower, I learn the dip and rise of his stomach muscles. Feeling bold, I continue down along the V starting at his hip bone until I brush the back of my hand along the hard length straining against the front of his pants.
Deftly maneuvering onto his back, Sion pulls me to lie on top of him. Fingers trickle up my neck into my hair. I raise my chin until his lips find the pulse in my throat and linger. Despite being high on the Leviathan’s rampart, far out of my safe zone, I’ve never felt more grounded, more connected to the earth. This dear Irish boy is my safe zone now.
I feel Sion’s heartbeats quicken as he grows harder against me. Encouraged, I crush my mouth back to his, stroking his tongue with mine. Three times. Each pass slower than the one before. Three notes of a promise.
His self-control breaks. Lip-bruising kisses turn savage as if at any moment we’ll be torn apart, and tonight is our only chance to drink in each other’s passion. When I scrape my teeth over his tongue, he groans as his hands find their way under my skirt to grab my ass. As soon as he does, he stills, as if he’s gone too far.
I run my hands down his arms across every farm-built muscle to encourage him. “Yes, more.” I want this. I want him.
To further prove my intention and permission, I slide my knees to either side of his hips and arrange myself on the cushions to straddle him until my hot center settles over his cock. His fingers dig into my hips as wonderfully garbled words flow out of him. Moving slowly, I rock against him, adding more pressure with each pass. Our combined pleasure builds higher and higher during this monumental shift in our partnership until our desire is bold enough to split the moon.
With a cry, he has me off the bench on my back against the hard boards of the platform. Even though his strong arms lowered me with care, I’m thankful for the thick wool of the dress. As fast as a late afternoon whirlwind capturing a pile of leaves, he jerks his pants to his thighs then rucks up my skirts. His knee splits my legs apart as he rips my panties off. He looms above me, fumbling with cock in hand ready to drive it inside me.
I flatten my hand against his bare chest and fail to suppress a giggle at his eagerness. “Whoa there, mate.” His eyes widen as I twine my fingers through the thickest patch of hair between his pecs and hold tight. “I know we’re in a bit of a rush but…”
The look of confusion on his face makes me pause, and then something hits me. Maybe he doesn’t realize he’s skipping some very nice steps here. I cup his cheek with my free hand. “You’ve done this before, I mean back…in your lifetime?” I can’t imagine he had time for sex in the scant span of days he’s had between Éostre and Beltane to save souls.
He starts to move away, but I hold him in place. “Wait.”
“It’s a man’s sweetest dream for a woman to laugh at his cock.”
Before the delay takes him out of the mood. I move my hand from his chest to wrap my fingers around his still eager member. “I’m not laughing at your cock, Sion. It’s quite grand.” Slowly, I begin to run my palm along his hot, silky skin. “Answer my question.”
“Aye,” he groans, eyes fluttering as I stroke him. “I’ve had a go at a rut and burst in my past.”
This time my laugh is explosive. I gently release him to sit up. “A rut and a burst? It’s a woman’s sweetest dream to hear sex described like clearing a drain.”
He shrugs one shoulder, joining me in laughter as he sits back. “That evens us up then. My hilarious cock and your shunning of a lovely rut.”
I lay my hands on his shoulders and bring him in for a slow kiss as we sit facing one another. My tongue caresses his until I sense the heat reigniting between us. Moving my lips to his ear, I take his lobe in my teeth for a moment before whispering, “You’ve had sex, but have you ever made love to a woman before?”
His voice is breathy. “I need a bit more clarity here.”
“Watch me.” I stand and shuck my apron. Button-by-button, I rid myself of the woolen Victorian prison, shoes, and bra until I’m naked in the moonlight. As my hands roam my body, brushing up my sides and across my chest, Sion’s gaze is riveted on me. He lets out a breathy hum as I enjoy the heavy feel of my breasts, dropping my head back with a loud sigh. He doesn’t move from his seat on the planks, pants clumped at his knees, dick at full staff.
I spread my dress on the wooden platform like a blanket, bending to give him an eyeful of my ass and enjoy the variety of sounds coming from him. No need for either of us to get splinters in uncomfortable locations. I motion for him to straighten his legs and kick off his shoes so I can take hold of black pants and briefs to slide them off. All the while, staring into his eyes.
“Come sit in front of me.”
He scoots onto our impromptu blanket, bracing his back against the bench. I settle on my knees in front of him to take his hands and guide them to my breasts.
“Have you ever taken the time to enjoy the fullness of a woman’s desire for you to grow beneath your touch?” I teach his hands to squeeze and massage in a way I enjoy. He’s a fast learner and his attentions send me arching back and gasping for breath.
“This is pleasing to you?”
