When their mouths met, a fire inside her belly sprang to life. She was suddenly consumed by the same hunger she saw reflected in his eyes, the wanting she had been holding back for so long.
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Unleashing it from the depths of her being, she threw herself into the kiss with abandon, meeting his desire with her own, reveling in the taste and feel of him as they explored each other’s mouths, bringing forth a fiery passion from deep within her.
“Och, Edan, ye make me want ye so much. I never kenned I could feel like this,” she breathed against his lips, suddenly greedy for more of him.
She pressed herself against his chest, looping her arms around his muscular neck and tangling her fingers in the dark strands of his hair. She pulled him closer, entwining her tongue with his in a frantic dance of pent-up desire. Her entire body was alight now, every inch of it burning, quivering, craving more of his touch.
The kiss grew in intensity, making her so dizzy that she felt almost drunk with pleasure. Edan pressed her to him, and she melted into his arms, wanting it never to stop.
As though sensing her heightened need, Edan’s arms tightened around her, his lips plundering her mouth with redoubled passion. Olivia moaned into his mouth as heat swept over her, giving in to the intoxicating feel of his large, warm hands moving confidently over every part of her.
Without breaking the kiss, she pushed aside his shirt and allowed her hands to roam over his broad, muscular chest and shoulders. Her breathing quickened as her curious fingers traced his hidden battle scars, reveling in the power that seemed to ooze from his very bones.
The flames he had ignited within her rose higher. She needed more of him. She hardly knew what possessed her, but she suddenly wanted them naked, their bodies pressed together, skin on skin.
“Edan, let’s take off our clothes. I want to feel ye against me,” she murmured against his lips. “I’ve never had the chance to explore ye. I want to see all yer scars… every one of them.”
He chuckled deep in his throat. The sound reverberated through Olivia, a sensation so provocatively sensual that she gasped when heat pooled between her thighs.
“If that’s what ye wish,” he murmured, smiling as he pulled away from her lips long enough to reach down, grab the hem of his shirt, and pull it over his head.
“Oh God, Edan, ye’re so… so gorgeous. I’ve wanted to touch ye for so long,” she whispered, the tips of her breasts hardeninginto stiff points at the sight of his huge, muscle-packed body in front of her, a mere hairsbreadth away. She licked her lips as her eyes ran over him, devouring him.
Then, his eyes hot upon hers, he eased down the top of her dress. Pleasure shot through her when her breasts sprung free and he groaned. They paused, as though to savor the moment, staring at each other with wonder, smiling intently into each other’s eyes until, in some silent sensual accord, they resumed shedding their clothing.
“Undress me, please,” Olivia begged, turning so Edan could undo her gown, which he did with surprising speed.
He helped her out of it, and then she watched in fascination as he deftly unfastened his trews and pushed them down his hips and strong, athletic thighs until he finally kicked them away.
Olivia gasped when the erect column of flesh sprang between his legs. Now, both completely naked, they knelt on the bed, face to face.
“Och, Olivia, do ye have any idea how beautiful ye are?” he whispered, gazing at her with awe.
“If ye think me beautiful, then I’m happy,” she told him.
She sighed as he reached over and stroked her cheek with the back of his hand, making her skin tingle beneath his touch.
She pressed her cheek into his palm, nuzzling his fingers. Soon, they were trailing down her cheek, to her ears, her neck, and her throat, leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake.
“Mmm, ye smell beautiful, and ye taste beautiful…”
His fingertips stroked her skin until she closed her eyes and sighed, caught in a trance of pure pleasure.
“Ye have the most beautiful hair I’ve ever laid eyes on.” He stroked it admiringly to emphasize his point.
“I’m quite fond of yer hair as well,” she replied, running her fingers through his thick, dark locks.
Slowly, he leaned back. With an expression of deep concentration on his face, he ran both hands over her belly, the indent of her waist, and the rounded curves of her hips, then cupped her behind, squeezing it.
“Beautiful. Just beautiful,” he breathed.
“Och, dear Lord!” Olivia gasped, swaying slightly as pleasure rippled through her from head to toe at his gentle exploration.
She shivered in anticipation as his hands moved upwards, his fingertips tracing a path to her breasts. The hunger in his gaze as he cupped them fanned the flames of her desire even higher.
“They fit just right like they were made for me. Mmm, so soft and warm,” he murmured, entranced.
