He lifted her left leg to his shoulder, kissing his way up from her ankle to her knee, then dropped it gently and moved to her other leg.
Her head fell back, and breathless gasps escaped her, getting louder when he kissed up her inner thigh. He could feel her growing nervous the closer her got to her sex, but he didn’t stop. He would beg her if he had to.
The scent of her arousal was heady, calling to him and making his mouth water. Gripping her thighs to keep them apart, he nuzzled her with his nose and then tasted her with one long lick, groaning against her as her nectar burst across his tongue.
He had promised to go slow, but he was unable to. Her taste made him feel like a man who had been starved for days and was suddenly served a steaming morsel of food.
He licked her again, focusing on her bud, which was swollen and pulsing with need.
“Adair!” she screamed when he nipped it.
Her hips bucked, and her thighs shook with pleasure. He feasted on her as she was made to be, loving how her hand gripped hishair as if torn between pushing him away and pulling him closer. He paid particular attention to her throbbing bud, nipping, sucking, and licking it till her cries turned into breathless pleas.
He teased her with a knuckle. Then, needing to feel her inner walls spasm around him, he slipped a finger into her.
“Ye feel like heaven, Emily,” he groaned, his length pulsing again.
She whimpered as he worked his finger in and out of her, and her tight grip almost drove him mad with the desire to sink into her, but he held back, focusing on her.
He added a second finger, moving in sync with the rocking of her hips and curling his fingers so he could stroke the spot that had her back arching off the bed.
He quickened his thrusts, his breath coming as fast as hers. She shot up on a scream, and he was sure the entire castle heard, but he did not stop until she climaxed.
He leaned forward, drinking her in as she shivered and shook beneath him. When her inner walls stopped pulsing, he slowly withdrew his fingers and rose, straightening her dress.
She breathed heavily, and he pulled her to his chest, holding her against him.
“I…” she started. “I daenae ken what to say.”
“Ye daenae have to say anything,” he assured her. “Are ye satisfied?”
“I… I feel as though I am floating on clouds, and…” she trailed off.
It made him smile to see her overcome.
“Are ye…” She hesitated. “I hardly ken what to do, but I daenae…”
He understood what she was trying to say, so he stilled her with a hand on hers. He wasn’t in the least bit satisfied, but he wouldn’t tell her that. Still, he felt heady from the taste of her.
He pulled away from her, needing to compose himself. His member was throbbing with need and lust, and he felt as though he would explode any second.
He tried to refrain from looking at her, but his eyes strayed to one creamy hand and trailed up to her chest. He bit his lip to stifle a groan.
She was so beautiful and so perfectly made for loving that all he wanted to do was show her the many ways they could be with one another, but he knew he would not last very long if he sank into her warm sheath now.
Though the thought had him craving release, he fought back the urge before it consumed him.
Tonight was about her, and he intended to keep it that way even if it would kill him.
15
“Ye missed breakfast.”
Emily did not think the first pair of eyes she would look into that morning would be her sister’s. In fact, she did not think morning would come.
Whatever had happened last night after she’d climaxed eluded her. Adair must have carried her to her bed. She did not remember leaving his study.
If she did walk on her own two feet, it must have been the shell that remained after he had drunk her dry, autonomously laboring on muscle memory.
