Page 124 of Steel & Surrender

He tasted of wind and the faint bitterness of ale.

The hunger of their embrace made her forget where they were.

He broke the kiss at last, drawing back slightly to meet her eye. A smile then tugged at the edges of his lips. “Ye should know better than to look at me like that, Brì.”

The gravelly edge to his voice made excitement shiver through her.

“How else am I to look at ye, husband?” she asked, all mock innocence now.

His gaze turned limpid. His thumb brushed along her jaw, his gaze dark. “Wicked lass. Shall I teach ye what happens when ye misbehave?”

“That sounds more like a promise than a threat,” she teased.

“Oh, aye,” he murmured. “I have a list of ways I’d like to punish ye, wife.”

Heat flared low in her belly again, and she ran a hand down his chest, over his belly, and to the hardness of his groin. She cupped it possessively, marking the way his eyes darkened further.

“No more bloody lists,” she growled. “Just kiss me.”

He pulled her against him once more, his lips claiming hers again, fierce and hungry. Their hands worked then, pulling at fabric and loosening laces. The roughness of their breathing filled the workshop as clothing pooled upon the floor.

Bracing herself against her workbench, Brìghde looked down at where Greig sucked her breasts, lathing each swollen nipple with his tongue. And with each drag, need pulsed in her belly.

God. How she wanted him.

The wanting hadn’t eased, not from the first. If anything, over the past months, it had grown stronger. The nights were never long enough. Many mornings, they both rose bleary-eyed after spending more time coupling than sleeping.

Brìghde hadn’t minded though. A little tiredness wouldn’t kill her. Their own respective duties and responsibilities kept them busy most of the day, but the night was theirs.

The light of the lanterns glowing in here gilded the strength of Greig’s bare shoulders, the power of his chest. Like her, he was naked now, his erection thrusting against his stomach.

Breath hitching, Brìghde pushed herself up and reached for it.

However, with a growl, he caught her wrist, gaze glinting.

A moment later, he flipped her around, pressing her down over the bench, and spreading her wide for him.

Excitement arched through Brìghde as she felt the crown of his rod press between her spread thighs.

Hades. She loved it when he took her like this. However, they’d never coupled in her workshop here before. The illicit nature of it made her breathing grow shallow.

She trembled as he entered her in one slow, powerful stroke.

Biting down on her lip, she arched back against him, bringing him in as deep as she could.

And then he was flush against her. She felt the strength of his body and the heat of his skin against her naked back and arse.

“Are ye learning, wife?” he breathed in her ear.

“Not yet,” she whispered back, her breath hitching as he rolled his hips against her. “Teach me some more.”

His hand slid over her hip, and then between her legs, his fingers opening her to him.

And then he was stroking her, baring her, as he began to move in long, deep thrusts.

Brìghde shuddered, heat coiling in the cradle of her hips with every languorous slide.

“Greig,” she whimpered, forgetting the game they were playing.