Kissing her breast, he caressed her belly, carefully working his way to the juncture of her thighs. His hand slid over the softest skin, making her tense with desire.

“Shhh, Jane. Relax. I’m only going tae bring ye pleasure.”

She let out a little scream the second time his finger stroked her core. In her head, there were screams of incoherent words forged from the soft, wet, plump, trembling heat that boiled over her. She gasped and then squeezed her eyes shut, overwhelmed by the most intense pleasure she had ever felt. He paused, his hand cupping her, one finger poised at her entrance.

He gently rubbed it in swift, teasing swipes. Her hips arched just enough for one broad fingertip to sink inside.

“Oh,” she gasped, her hands curling around his arms, fingernails biting into his skin. He stroked her again, causing her hips to twist in wild motions. She pushed her thighs toward his hand, and his finger found a particularly sensitive spot in her core. He began to rub lightly and then rotate in a circular motion. With every caress, her body wound tighter and tighter.

“Darach!” Her voice was fierce and guttural in her pleasure.

“I want tae taste ye.”

Before she could realize what he meant, he'd knelt before her to press his tongue to her midline and slowly worked a moist path down her belly. Her stomach heaved, and her breaths came faster. He continued the trail around her navel, and then to her utter shock, he went lower, moving his lips down as he trailed ever closer to the place where his fingers had caressed.

She shuddered when his mouth found her heat in a lusty, carnal kiss that made every muscle in her body twitch and convulse.

She felt she should tell him to stop, but when she opened her mouth, she could only gasp.

“Please, dinnae stop. Please.”

“Believe me, I willnae,” he murmured against her core, his warm breath sparking another spasm. She couldn't speak, couldn't think, couldn't move, and then his tongue found her, hot and sensual.

A wash of ineffable pleasure soared through her body as he lapped at her. She clenched his head hard, twisting her fingers into his hair as wave after wave of a sweet spasm was released into her by his mouth. She arched mindlessly, the tremors dancing from her core until she was a mass of quaking flesh.

“Ah, I cannae wait any longer, Jane.” His voice deepened to a desperate, hoarse tone as he picked her up and carried her to the bed. She was grateful because she was not sure her legs would soon regain their use in the meantime.

He ridded himself of his trews with a speed that surprised her. With a nervous swallow, she dropped her gaze to the juncture of his legs, curious to see the part of him that would go into her. Her eyes widened at the sight of him jutting so huge and hard.

“Dinnae be frightened,” he murmured as he lowered himself over her. “I willnae hurt ye.”

“Ye willnae? I thought they said—”

“A slight pain, unfortunately.” He smiled. “And then ye are going tae like it.”

He cupped her bottom with one hand and settled his body between her legs. She could feel him, hot and unbelievably hard, nestled against her opening. Then he leaned down and fused his mouth to hers.

“Hold on tae me and tell me if ye want me tae stop,” he rasped out between hot kisses. She wrapped her arms around his broad shoulders and dug her fingers into his back. She tasted him, absorbing his sweet essence with each gasp for air. Before she realized he had moved, he lifted his hips and slid inside her the barest of inches.

“Relax,” he said again. “It will hurt for just a second.”

She nodded and raised her lips to meet his. Their mouths met in a delicate kiss, tender and passionate.

He pushed in a little further. She felt a sharp tinge, but he stopped and kept kissing her. There was no rush, and her body merged with him as she surrendered to their needs. His hips moved slowly, inch by inch. She felt herself open around him as he slid deeper.

“Almost there,” he whispered.

Her eyes widened as he went even farther, and then he stopped. She felt him lodged so deeply within her. He gathered her in his arms, holding her close as he began moving in a slow, seductive rhythm that made her mad with desire. Her fingers danced across his flesh in a frantic pattern as she held on to him.

His movements increased, faster and faster. “Wrap yer legs around me,” he begged. “And hold me tight, Jane.”

She encircled him with her full body till she was certain they would never be able to separate. A sweet scorching sensation grew until she began to move restlessly, desperate for relief from the tension. She hung on to him, undulating, her body grasping for something she couldn't understand. She could barely breathe, and her chest pounded. Then suddenly, she started to fall apart. She opened her mouth to scream, but he silenced her with a kiss and muffled her shrill wail.

She was powerless, boneless. She felt like she was a strip of clothing in the whirlwind, being swept into places she didn’t know. Darach whispered sweet words into her ears while she lay in his arms, unable to do anything but feel. His movements were measured, pushing her until she exploded into a thousand stars.

She stared blankly at him, utterly baffled by the feelings that had just gone through her. She saw his face contort in a look of wonder, and then he pushed himself into her one more time before he fell into her arms.

She tucked her face into the pit of his neck, feeling completely sated and empty of the will or strength to leave his arms. She could have stayed there with him forever. He wrapped her into his arms, stroked her hair, and then kissed her on the temple.


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