Bound by Wish and Mistletoe (Highland Legends, Book 1.5) (11 page)

He broke their kiss with a nip of her lips, and a low whimper came from her throat. She shifted her legs and stretched them straight, squirming as she swayed her hips, rubbing her thighs together.

She sought relief.

Woman, you’ll go up in flames first.

A glance at her face revealed she’d closed her eyes again. Her lips had parted slightly.

He smirked and lowered his mouth to her nipple, licking the hardened tip. A loud gasp came as she opened her mouth wide. Her breast lifted, and her fingers speared into his hair as he sucked the tip past his tightened lips. She moaned low, exhaling, but he held on, keeping his newfound treasure locked tight between his teeth as he suckled.

She thrashed her head to the right, whimpering under his intimate assault. When he thought she could bear no more, he released her nipple and watched it spring back, glistening and red. He blew gently on it as his gaze met her widened eyes.

“Robert
...I...” Her chest heaved as she fell silent in her bewilderment.

“Aye, lass. You do. Spectacularly.”

He leaned over her, seizing her other nipple, and drifted his hand down. He skimmed an open palm across her belly until his fingers sifted through soft, black curls. With care, he grazed his fingers over her mound, teasing over her lips, and then he slid his hand between her upper thighs, pressing them open. She obeyed his unspoken command, spreading her legs further apart.

“That’s a good lass,” he whispered against her breast.

She trembled as he slid his fingers back up through her folds, her slick moisture coating them. He pulled his head up, watching her face as he touched the flesh around her nerve center. With a firm grasp, he pinched the soft hood at the base between two fingers and gently pulled up.

A loud cry ripped from her throat and her hips arched off the rug against his hand. He smiled down at her as he released the hold on her most sensitive spot, lowering his fingers down, massaging in slow circles. She groaned, closing her eyes again as she tossed her head back into the rug.

He dropped his head to her exposed neck, sucking small, wet kisses in a line up to her ear. With increased pressure from his fingers, he had her writhing beneath his touch, small moans coming from her throat with every breath.

“Give in to the pleasure, lass. Let it take you over,” he whispered. He softly sucked her earlobe, licking it with the tip of his tongue while she shivered.

As her moans grew deeper and louder, he slid his fingers lower, pressing one into her tight entrance. He continued circling her nerve center with his thumb as he eased a second finger into her, pressing further.

A tiny whimper came from Susanna’s throat, and he paused as her taut entrance clamped around his fingers. Instant understanding penetrated his sensually fogged brain. Relief that she’d never been touched rivaled a great sense of pride in his realization: he was the honored one to have her. Stretching her with care, he found the spot inside that rippled from her arousal. He circled his fingertips over the sensitive area in rhythm to his thumb rubbing her clit.

Susanna went wild, her cries echoing against the stone walls of her bedchamber. He captured her mouth, silencing her while she brilliantly came apart at his hand. With their consuming kiss, he swallowed her guttural scream as hard spasms gripped his fingers and racked her body with tremors.

She kissed him with uninhibited passion, her tongue tangling and fighting with his, her moans softening. He slowed the pace of his massage, sooth
ing her tissues with his touch.

Pride welled stronger in his chest; he’d caused her that pleasure. The feisty woman who’d once threatened his life had utterly surrendered to his touch.

He pulled away from her, needing to hear it from her lips. “Susanna?”

Her eyes fluttered open, glassy with moisture, darkened with desire. “Aye, Robert.”

He stayed his hand, staring deep into her eyes. “You must offer yourself to me freely, completely; because, the moment I take you, you’re mine. You’ll belong to me...with no chance for escape.”

A wide smile spread across her face. “I never want to leave your arms, Robert. Take me
...I’m yours.”

Susanna’s powerful words were sweeter than he’d imagined. “Aye, lass. You are mine.”

With a fierce need to be one with her, he tightened his grip over her mound and within her, stealing her gasp with a deep kiss. He shifted his weight, moving between her legs. In utter reverence, he kissed a trail along the skin of her neck and down between her breasts, sipping, tasting, gently nipping as he crouched lower, forcing her to spread her silky thighs wider.

The scent of her arousal drifted around them, sweet and musky, calling to him. He glanced up and held her gaze as he dipped his mouth and flattened his tongue against her in a long firm swipe. The honeyed taste of her essence drew a low growl from his throat, something primal deep within him awakening. Undone, he dropped his mouth over her clit and sucked hard.

Her rasping moan shot straight to his throbbing shaft. He had to have her, could wait no longer.

He steadied his breathing and climbed her splendid body that she’d spread wide open, all for him. She gazed at him in sensual-drugged wonder while he held his face inches above hers. He stilled his body, holding on to the treasured moment as long as possible, but she arched into him, her lips colliding with his.

On a growl, he pressed her back into the rug, his shaft aligned straight up through her slickened folds. He kissed her with all the passion he felt in his heart for the hellion who had tamed him, had dared to make him want more—offered him the entire world on such a blessed night.

With a shaky breath, he broke their kiss as he eased his hips back. Dreamy eyes stared up at him.

“This’ll hurt a wee bit,” he said, furrowing his brow as he pressed his hand up the back of her thigh, gently urging her bent knee up and out to the side.

A tiny smile tugged at the corners of her kiss-swollen lips. “You promised never to hurt me.”

He leaned forward, his throbbing cock sliding through her juices, over her lit nerves. She gasped, arching her entire body against his. He kissed her, long and slow. “Only this once, Susanna. Then never again.”

She relaxed back, her lips parting on a shaky sigh. “Do what you must, Robert. I ache inside for you. My world will not be complete ’til you’re inside me
...in every way.”

A searing heat bloomed in his chest at her words.
“Aye, love.”

He pulled his hips back, watching her shudders, hearing her gasps—feeling need and want so deeply moving, he grew certain he’d never again be the same man. In the room’s orange glow of firelight, they held each other’s awestruck gaze, hearts racing, shallow breaths matching.

His cock caught at her entrance, and he pressed in to the slightest degree, pausing. She squirmed, her hips shifting. The overwhelming sensation rocking through him, shooting straight from their connection, took his breath away.

In a desperate bid to restrain himself, he circled his hips, feeling her tight muscles grip the tip of his shaft. The delightful creature wanting him—who had asked for him to take her—moaned in pleasure. He panted, furrowing his brow as her eyes drifted shut.

“Look at me, Susanna. I want to see your eyes as I claim you. When I embed myself deep inside you, you will know who owns you.”

Susanna’s eyes widened as he thrust forward. A soft cry escaped her lips. He fell forward, caging his body around her, straining to hold still as her tight, untried body gripped him. A whimper came from her lips as she pressed them to his temple. He dropped his head, kissing the shell of her ear before drifting lower and brushing his mouth on the lobe, sucking the tender skin between his lips. Each heated touch, every breathy sound, and her sweet taste seared him from the inside out.

“Easy, love. I’m goin’ to move, now. Tell me if I hurt you,” he whispered.

He eased back, withdrawing almost entirely as her inner muscles clutched his shaft. With concentration, he pressed forward, and she groaned. He opened his eyes, unaware he’d pinched them shut, and watched her. An innocent face that God himself had surely designed for this angel stared up at him in wonder as he slid back into her depths.

On another drawback, he swiveled his hips, eliciting a moan from her so low, the sound resembled the purr of a cat. With her eyelids half-fallen in drowsy sensual pleasure, she gave him a tender smile.

“Does it please you, Susanna?”

“Aye, Robert. It pleases me greatly,” she said, sliding the palms of her hands along his sides, over his hips, and onto his buttocks. She dug her fingers into his skin, pulling his hips toward her as he thrust into her again.

Susanna threw her head back, crying out when he thrust hard at her urging. She lifted her other leg, pressing her heels into his ass. He pulled back faster and drove in deep. She arched her hips up and met his thrust. The timid lass he’d laid upon the rug only moments ago had vanished, a lustful woman taking her place.

She placed her lips at the base of his throat, drawing on his flesh with a hard suck. A low moan vibrated against his skin as she released her mouth and latched higher onto the side of his neck. Her fingernails pricked his hips, pulling and releasing in time with his movements.

He groaned as pleasure raced through him, shooting a demanding ache deep into his loins. As her exhalations came on low moans, each growing louder than the one before, perspiration dampened his brow from the enormous effort it took to hold back. He focused on his forced-slow breaths, waiting for her impending release to come first.

The pressure increased with her slightest movements, and he used his final, unraveling threads of strength to withstand the fiery heat surrounding his cock as her sounds turned to untamed cries. On a last torturous plunge, he held firm, rock hard and straining, as she careened toward the edge. He felt it, her hard spasm clamping around his shaft, as she gasped for air.

In that split second, sparks fired before his eyes, his entire body tightened, and he thrust deeper with a primal growl. Her scream echoed off the stone walls before he captured her lips in his, muffling their sounds. Her hands shot behind his head and pulled his hair at the scalp as she kissed him with renewed fervor, her hips grinding against him as he settled against her, deep within her. While his pulses ended, her tight spasms continued around him, one after the other, and she sobbed into their kiss.

A long sigh escaped his lungs as he stroked her tongue gently with his, her body relaxing beneath him. Their chests rose and fell hard, connecting their pounding hearts together with each gasping breath.

He broke their kiss and dropped his head, lightly touching her dampened forehead. With great tenderness, he stroked her cheek with his right thumb.

She leaned into the touch. “Robert?”

“Aye, my love,” he whispered, kissing her temple.

“Is it always like that?” she asked.

“Nay, no encounter has ever come close,” he replied.

“Why?”

His deep chuckle rumbled out. “Weel, for many reasons. I’ve never taken a maiden, I’ve never felt such deep emotion for any woman I’ve been with
...and I’ve never been with a woman I intended to keep.”

The shift of her entire body drew his face away from her neck, and he looked into her eyes. Her brows furrowed as she stared up at him.

“You said that earlier...that you
own
me.” Her scowl deepened.

The hellion had returned. He smiled. “Aye. I do. I’ve owned you from the moment I laid eyes on you. Before you knew it—before I even knew it—you were mine,” he said.

Susanna gaped at him. He forced himself not to laugh, understanding that everything she’d recently gone through was a considerable adjustment for someone who’d been so sheltered—and emotionally abused.

She squirmed beneath him, unintentionally tightening her inner muscles around his still slightly engorged cock. He groaned.

“I’ll not be owned by anyone,” she growled. “Get off me.”

He did as she asked, slipping slowly from her. She let out a soft moan as they parted, but he groaned loudly as her slick body slid across his charged nerves. While their
unrestrained sounds faded, she scowled anew—as if it were his fault she’d felt more pleasure—and flipped over on the rug.

“Oh, hell,” he grumbled.

“What?” she huffed, turning her face to the side, causing the waves of her dark hair to slide across her porcelain skin.

Unable to stop himself, he rolled over her, covering her body once again. “If you thought to punish me by showin’ me your flawless backside, you were gravely mistaken.”

She bucked back, resisting his hold, but he pinned her hips down onto the bearskin rug, immobilizing her. He brushed his lips alongside an exposed portion of her neck, exhaling across her skin. She shuddered, her body clearly affected by his touch, regardless of what her rebellious mind wanted.

“How much do you know about weddin’ and handfastin’?” he asked.

“What? I...I doona know anythin’ other than a weddin’ is a ceremony to bind a husband and wife.”

“Aye,” he replied, dragging his lips higher to rest right beneath her ear as he shifted his hips, his shaft aligning with the cleft of her pert little ass. “When a maiden and a man unite physically, one for the other with heart and body, they’re handfasted in the eyes of the church. Our clan recognizes those sacred laws.”