“No, ‘tis not too much,” I gasped, my throat thick with emotion, struggling to catch my breath. I steered his eyes back to mine, inhaling sharply at the way gazing into their emerald depths made me feel while he was buried so deep inside me. “Never too much.” I shook my head slowly and trailed a finger along his strong, stubbled jaw. “Never too much of you. This.Us.” Tears leaked from the corners of my eyes at all he made me feel at that moment, not just flesh deep but soul deep. “What we will create together.”
The look in his eyes as we gazed at each other spoke to a mutual love most would have claimed that we, being enemies, would never feel for one another, especially this soon, but there it was.
Hereit was.
And it burned brightly when we moved together by the flickering candlelight, with the wind whistling outside and icy drafts steaming over our blazing skin.
Wrapping my legs around his waist, I took him so deeply that it felt like we had no end or beginning. We were one in this intense, spiraling ball that wrapped us closer together, tying us in an erotic, timeless dance that put battling one another to shame. Yet as he moved faster, I felt that same thrill of crossing blades with him. That same rush of adrenaline. That sense of battle lust morphing into lust of another variety as the erotic ache in my womb swelled and sharpened.
“I shouldnae,” he half gasped, half growled into my ear. He grew even harder inside me, his body tightening with unstoppable need. “I shouldnae…”
Understanding he feared letting go inside me lest I soak up his seed and swell with his child while on this journey, I couldn’t stop from wrapping my legs more tightly around him, locking him to me. Could not help but dig the nails of one hand into the flexing muscles of his back while gripping the quilt beneath me, knowing it was far too late to stop the monstrous wave getting ready to crash over me.
For us both, it seemed because when it hit me, and I seized up, crushing my mouth against his shoulder to muffle my cry of pleasure, he pressed deep, groaned raggedly, and pulsed, pouring himself into me. Burning up in a whole new type of ecstasy, I throbbed just as intensely, impacted so strongly by it that I shook from head to toe.
I thought nothing could compare to the feeling.
Nothing could touch it.
Yet he proved me wrong moments later when he managed a few murmured husky words.
Chapter Twelve
-DECLAN-
The moment a whole new kind of pleasure raced down my spine and seized my ballocks while making love to Astrid, I was in big trouble. I knew that I should not spill my seed in her lest risk a pregnancy that could mean truly terrible things for her. For us both. While every part of me craved having wee bairns with her, if her belly swelled on this journey, it could mean both of our heads.
Then, by affiliation, my clan’s.
Yet being inside her, feeling her in the way I had wanted to since first laying eyes on her, felt utterly perfect. Beyond intense. Beyond addictive. There weren’t enough words to describe it.
So when she locked her lovely legs around me in the throes of passion, I knew I was in grave danger of losing control and all sense of reason. How else could it be when I wanted to claim her in the most primal way possible? Mark her as mine? Fill her with my seed until it was rooted deep inside her, and we made wee ones together?
As many like her as we could.
To that end, I knew I had lost the battle before it began. My willpower no more when I meant to pull free, trying with every ounce of my being, yet still that primal feeling won out. When her tight, hot, caressing sheath clamped down hard on me, and she muffled her cry into the pillow, it was too late. She took me with her in the best way possible, and I had no choice but to follow.
And it was not just far past pleasurable but impactful.
So impactful that after I emptied myself inside Astrid, I couldn’t help but murmur in her ear how much I loved her. Stillburied in her, I met her eyes and cupped her cheek, making sure she saw what I felt. “I dinnae know how I went from such…” I shook my head, struggling to find the words, not wanting to saydislike,loathe, orhateanymore when it came to her people. Certainly not when it came to her. “I’m sorry, Astrid…” I wiped away a tear that had trickled from the corner of her eye. “Truly.”
“There’s no need,” she said, her voice gentle and caressing. She leaned her cheek into my palm, her eyes full of pleasure. “’Tis understandable during these trying times, especially living in a country so many always want to conquer and own.” Genuine pain for my people lit her gaze. “Make theirs when ‘tis not their right.”
“Even so,” I murmured, so taken by her despite having just had her that I couldn’t help brushing my lips across hers again, longing for the next time we made love, then all the times after. As many as she would allow me. “You didnae deserve it.”
A flash of gratefulness lit her gaze before she pulled my lips down to hers and kissed me softly, once, twice, then a third time, murmuring sweet endearments in between.
How much she loved me, too.
How she wanted this night to last forever.
How she longed to stay in my arms always.
We kept kissing until those soft, tender, fleeting kisses, full of sweet, whispered words, grew into more passionate ones. While I could safely say she had the most beautiful body I had ever seen, with her softly rounded breasts, slender waist, and perfectly shaped legs, even I was shocked when my cock swelled for her again soon after.
Yet there was no stopping it, and I grew inside her before I even pulled free, allowing her to roll us until she straddled me. After that, all I could do was relish and adore the sight and feel of her riding me. Taking me. She was the most aggressive,assertive lass I had ever been with, sometimes gentle and other times fierce.
Yet again, I could hardly believe I had ever considered her my enemy when she pulled such extraordinary pleasure from me. Moved her body in ways I’d never seen a woman do during lovemaking. She was as fluid and lithe in bed as she was in battle, conjuring forth such erotic sensations that I was helpless to do anything but give in to her.
