Page 135 of The Dragon Laird’s Obsession

His fingers were surprisingly careful as he loosened it.

The heavy fabric slipped from her shoulders, and he caught it before it fell, setting it aside.

Then he looked at her and let out a shaky breath.

A small smile touched her lips. “What?”

He shook his head. “Nothin’.”

“That is clearly nae true.”

Gordon gave a quiet laugh. “I have spent weeks tryin’ to control meself around ye.”

Ailis’ smile softened. “I ken.”

“I am nae certain I can do that tonight.” His voice had dropped, becoming rougher.

Ailis stepped closer. Her fingers lifted to his face, brushing gently along his cheek. “Then daenae.” Her thumb moved slowly across his cheekbone. “I want ye to burn me, Gordon .”

For a heartbeat, he simply stared at her. Then a low laugh escaped him, warm and disbelieving.

“Yer wish,” he murmured, drawing her into his arms, “is me command, Me Lady.”

Ailis laughed softly against his chest. His arms tightened around her. She could feel his heartbeat beneath her palm, strong and steady, while his chin rested briefly against her hair.

The tenderness of the embrace made her chest ache.

Gordon’s hands moved to the laces of her nightgown. He loosened them slowly, each tug revealing more of her skin.

The firelight caught the curve of her shoulders and the swell of her breasts. Ailis stood still, breath shallow, as he pushed the fabric down her arms. It pooled at her feet. She wore nothing beneath. Gordon’s gaze traveled over her bare body, heat flaring in his eyes.

He lifted her onto the bed. The mattress dipped beneath her weight. Gordon stripped off his own clothes, tossing them aside.

His hardness stood hard and thick. Ailis’ eyes widened at the sight.

The sight of Gordon above her made her heart pound with a mixture of wonder and nervous anticipation.

He climbed over her, bracing his weight carefully on his arms, and when his mouth found hers, the kiss stole whatever remained of her composure.

It was deep and hungry, yet beneath it, she could feel the tenderness he was trying so hard to hide. His touch made her shiver, not merely because of the sensations themselves but because it was Gordon touching her.

Ailis closed her eyes and surrendered to the moment.

There was still a nervous flutter beneath her ribs, an awareness that everything between them had changed tonight. She was no longer wondering whether he wanted her. She knew.

Gordon broke the kiss and trailed his lips down her throat. He licked the hollow at its base then moved lower.

His mouth closed over one nipple, sucking firmly. Ailis gasped, back arching. He switched to the other breast, teeth grazing the peak. His hand slid between her thighs, fingers parting her folds. She was already slick. He stroked her clit in slow circles, drawing a moan from her throat.

Ailis’ legs opened wider. Gordon eased one finger inside her. He worked it gently, letting her adjust. A second finger joined the first. He curled them, pressing against a spot that made her hips jerk. His thumb kept circling her clit. Pleasure built fast, heat pooling low in her belly. But this time, it wasn’t even close to calming the fire inside him, the same fire that seemed to catch and burn through her as well.

Gordon withdrew his fingers and shifted lower. He spread her thighs further and lowered his head. His tongue dragged through her folds, tasting her. Ailis cried out, hands fisting the sheets. He licked her in firm strokes then sucked it between his lips. Two fingers pushed back inside her, thrusting steadily.

Her inner walls fluttered around them. The coil inside her wound tighter with every stroke of his tongue. She came with a sharp cry, hips bucking against his mouth. Gordon kept licking her through it, gentling his touch as the pulses faded. He rose over her again, hardness brushing her entrance. Ailis met his eyes, breath still ragged.

Gordon pressed forward. The head of his hardness nudged her opening then pushed inside. The stretch burned. Ailis tensed, nails digging into his shoulders. He paused, letting her adjust, then slid deeper. Gordon kissed her forehead, murmuring soft words against her skin. He stayed still until the worst of the pain eased.

He began to move, slowly and carefully. Each thrust pushed him deeper. Ailis’ body yielded around him, the burn fading into a strange fullness.