Dugald pushed her legs apart, then positionedhimself on his elbow, observing that most intimate part of her inthe candlelight. Groaning, he leaned in and stroked his tonguealong her sensitive flesh.
"Dugald?" she gasped.
"Aye," he whispered, his hot breath teasingher. "'Tis sweeter than a strawberry tart." He proceeded to devourher much as he would a dessert, humming his approval.
The delight and desire which spiraled throughher was more intense and spellbinding than any she had everexperienced. Her back arched until it ached as she thrust herselfmore firmly against him. "Ah! Mon amour," she whisperedfiercely, trying to keep her voice down. "Dugald." She breathedhard. "I cannot withstand it."
He gave a brief chuckle. "Remember how youtormented me during supper?"
"I did naught but… touch your leg," shepanted.
"Aye, but 'twas like lighting a cannon fuse,"he growled, then thrust his wicked tongue within her.
Keen pleasure stabbed through her and shecried out.
"Shh," he hissed.
She covered her head with the pillow while hecontinued the erotic torture. When the overwhelming pleasure ofla petite mortcame over her, she held tightly to thepillow, hearing her own muffled screams and cries but unable tostop them.
Once her senses returned, she felt Dugaldmoving on the bed. She shoved the pillow aside and saw that he wasundressing. An eager thrill overwhelmed her, for she wanted him sobadly. Within seconds, he'd tossed all his clothing to the floor.Beautifully naked, he rose to his knees between her legs. Grinningdown at her like a rogue, he stroked his shaft against her mosttender spot. Need drove through her anew. How could she alreadywant more? He made her insatiable!
She gasped. "Dugald, take me."
He hissed between his teeth and lowered hislashes. "Are you certain, lass?" His deep voice slid through hersenses, seducing every fiber of her being.
"Oui,s'il vous plait!" shedemanded.
"Shh. You must promise to be quiet."
She nodded, growing impatient. "Now," shewhispered.
With one swift move, he plunged into her.
She cried out against the pillow and archedto him, lifting herself to meet his driving force. He framed herhips and thrust faster, harder, taking her mind, her reasoning.Intense pleasure bombarded her. She was shaking even before thenext climax burst through her.
He paused and, once she came back to herself,breathing hard, staring up at him, he grinned and started movingagain, slowly at first but quickly gaining speed.
Sacrebleu, she could not endureit!
"Dugald?Que faites-vous?What are youdoing?"
He smirked playfully. "'Tis what you get forteasing me without mercy at the supper table."
"More pleasure than I can withstand?"
"Aye." He grinned like a demon and continuedhis sensual torment.
But she did not mind. In fact, her ownarousal climbed to the heights again and she was soon demandingmore. After several more blissful moments, they joined in anastounding climax. She could not believe how the passion explodedbetween them. It was more than she'd ever imagined possible.Certainly more than she'd ever experienced.
Breathing hard, Dugald dropped to the bedbeside her and gathered her close into his arms. She felt so warm,safe and satiated. This was paradise, being held like this. Shewanted to remain like this forever.
Camille must have dozed, for when she nextbecame aware, her nose was pressed against Dugald's chest. She drewin a deep breath, savoring his masculine scent, then kissed hisfirm muscles, his hair tickling her lips. She flicked out hertongue against his small male nipple.
"Saints, lass," he hissed.
He liked that, did he? Well, she certainlyenjoyed kissing every hard bulge and plane of muscle on his chest.His hand on her derriere, he dragged her hips flush to his. Hiserection pressed hard as stone against her lower belly.
Moving her hand down between them, shestroked her fingers along the solid length of him, thensqueezed.
