“Aye… oh, aye…” she moaned, her fingers tangling in his hair, holding him to her. He laved and suckled, first one breast then the other, until she was writhing beneath him, a litany of pleas and whimpers falling from her lips. The coil of pleasure tightened deep within her, a desperate, gathering storm.
He kissed a blazing trail down her stomach, his hands stroking her flanks, her hips, her thighs, learning the shape and feel of her. When he settled between her legs, she instinctively tried to close them, a sudden flutter of shyness overtaking her.
“Shhh,” he soothed, his hands firm on her inner thighs. “Let me see ye, lass. All of ye.”
He gently urged her legs apart, and the cool air, and the heat of his gaze on her most intimate place, made her shudder. “Robert, I…”
“I willnae hurt ye,” he vowed, his voice gravelly with promise. “I will only make ye feel.”
And then he lowered his mouth to her.
Scarlett’s world exploded. A sharp, broken cry ripped from her lungs as his tongue found her core. A shocking, wet, devastating pleasure shattered all thought. Her hips bucked off the bed, but his strong hands held her fast.
“Oh, God… oh!” she sobbed, her hands fisting in the furs.
He didn’t answer with words, only with the relentless, skilled stroke of his tongue. He licked and suckled, exploring her folds, finding the sensitive, aching nub at her center and circling it until she was mindless, chanting his name like a mantra. The pressure built, higher and higher, a terrifying, glorious precipice.
“I cannae… I’m going to…” she gasped, her body tensing, bowing.
He growled against her, the vibration sending her spiraling further.
“Let go, Scarlett. Give it to me.”
His command was her undoing. The world turned white behind her eyes as the climax seized her, violent and rapturous. She screamed his name, her body convulsing under the relentless waves of pleasure, shaking apart in his arms.
As the tremors began to subside, he moved up her body, his own trembling with the force of his control. He kissed her belly, her sternum, the frantic pulse at her throat, before finally claiming her mouth again, letting her taste herself on his lips.
She was boneless, floating, but the hard, insistent press of his hardness against her thigh brought her back to the moment. The need was still there, banked but not extinguished.
“Now,” she breathed, looking up into his wild, darkened eyes. “Robert, now.”
A groan tore from him. He positioned himself at her entrance, the broad head of his hardness nudging against her slick, sensitive flesh. He was watching her face, every muscle in his body corded with strain.
“It might… just at first…” he warned, his voice strained.
She reached up and cupped his jaw, her thumb stroking his cheek. “I am yers,” she whispered, echoing his words. “Take me.”
With a final, shuddering breath, he pushed forward.
There was a brief, sharp sting of intrusion, a fullness so profound it stole her breath. She gasped, her nails digging into his shoulders. He stilled instantly, his body rigid above her, sweat beading on his brow.
“Breathe,” he murmured, his voice thick with emotion. “Just breathe for me.”
She did, and as she relaxed around him, the sting faded, replaced by a deep, stretching pleasure. He felt huge inside her, filling her completely, claiming her in the most primal way possible.
“Move,” she pleaded. “Please, Robert.”
He needed no further encouragement. He began to move, a slow, deep rhythm that was both an apology and a claiming. Each stroke stoked the embers of her pleasure back to life. Soon, she was meeting his thrusts, her hips rising to meet his, their bodies finding a perfect, ancient cadence.
The bed creaked in time with their joining. The air was thick with the sounds of their passion: their ragged breaths, the slick, wet sound of their union, her soft, high moans, and his low, guttural groans.
“So tight,” he gritted out, his face buried in her neck. “So perfect for me. Ye feel… God, Scarlett…”
She could only moan in response, her senses overwhelmed. The friction was building again, a new, deeper climax coiling within her. She could feel his control fraying, his thrusts becoming harder, faster, more desperate.
“Look at me,” he commanded, his voice raw.
She forced her eyes open, meeting his blazing gaze. In that moment, there were no secrets between them. Only truth.
