Page 75 of Highland Ruse

Her moistened lips parted, and she drew her tongue in a teasing flick over the head of his cock. A grunt jerked from his chest.

She dragged her tongue over him again, tracing the underside of his cock in a slow glide.

He wanted to be inside her mouth, where she would be hot and wet. “Open yer lips,” he said through gritted teeth.

She looked up at him and parted her mouth.

He groaned at the whisper of her sweet breath against his fevered skin. “Take me in yer mouth.”

She gave him a half-smile and obeyed. Her lips closed around him and her tongue played over his cock.

Sweat prickled on his brow. He wanted to tell her to suck, but couldn’t think to form the words.

She eased her lips back over him and then drew him deep once more before repeating the process. His bollocks tightened with the need to release.

But, no, he wanted to feel her body beneath him, squeezing him in her own climax.

He caught the silky weight of a full breast in his palm and teased over the hard nipple with his thumb. Her brows flinched and her muffled whimper hummed against his cock.

Her sensual mouth stroking against his cock, the allure of her beautiful body, the sound of her longing—it was all more than he could bear. Though he’d promised himself he’d take his time with her, the reality was becoming more impossible by the second.

“On the bed.” His voice was low and throaty.

Delilah drew him from her lips and eased backwards onto the bed, her fevered gaze fixed on him the entire time. He shadowed her progress until she lay atop the furs and he’d climbed over her.

She moved restlessly beneath him, her hips rolling as they had when they’d lain together before.

He claimed her mouth and let his body come to rest atop her. Her skin was silky, beautiful. He wanted to sink into her, to love her until the light of dawn spilled over their bodies.

She moaned and spread her legs to cradle his hips. His shaft lay against the entrance of her sex. It damn near drove him mad with the power of his want.

He shifted his hips back so the tip of his cock nudged against the juncture between her legs. Delilah arched her hips at the same time he thrust inside her, sheathing so hard, so deep that a cry of pleasure tore from them both.

She clutched him with her thighs and moved with mindless passion. Her nails raked sharp against his back and left him tingling with a delicious sting which only heightened his lust.

She was so tight, squeezing, flexing, moving with him. Their breath tangled with one another and their teeth bumped against lips with the force of their uncontrollable kisses.

Delilah’s body tensed under his.

“Yes,” he growled. He eased his hips higher and let his body rub against the bud of her sex while he thrust.

She threw her head back and constricted around him, clenching again and again and again until the swelling heat of his own pleasure carried him over with her.

He groaned and buried himself as deep as he could go, reveling in the force of his own climax.

Afterward, he remained where he was for a long moment, holding her to him while letting his heartbeat calm.

When the delirium of passion eased its grip on them both, they stared at one another, lost in a moment of sated happiness.

Delilah was even more beautiful after they’d made love than before, if such a thing were possible. Her hair was a tousled cloud of honey-brown silk beneath her, her eyes were bright, and her lips turned slightly upward in a contented smile.

They stayed there for some time, trailing their fingers idly over each other’s bodies. Finally the pull of sleep tugged at Kaid and he curled her in the protection of his arms.

He concentrated on the silkiness of her skin, the comfort of their shared warmth, and tried hard not to think of what tomorrow would bring.

For tomorrow, she would be gone.

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