Page 41 of The Guardian

Hendry instantly reacted, his hold on her tightening, his face turning to hers. “What are ye doing?” There was no recrimination in his expression, merely something akin to curiosity as his gaze moved from hers to her lips. Her throat went dry.

“I-I am sorry. I should nae have…”

When his mouth crashed over hers, Ailith couldn’t help the moan that escaped as her as her body flared to life.

Ailith kissed him back with wild abandonment. Clinging to him. Clutching the course fabric of his tunic. Needing. Wanting. Pleading.

When his tongue teased, she gladly accepted the wonderful intrusion. There wasn’t a need for talking or any kind of explanation. Their bodies conversed in the language of passion, desire, and raw hunger.

They tore at each other’s clothing. Removing the garments clumsily. Yanking away each piece as if it were offensive, not caring where it landed when tossed away.

Not soon enough, skin pressed against skin. Hands roamed over each other’s bodies in a dance of reacquaintance.

How beautiful he was. His battle-honed body was strong, thick, and powerful. Ailith wanted to drink him in, but at the moment it was impossible to keep from what both desperately needed.

Once again, they kissed, taking from each other with their mouths, lips, and tongues.

Ailith pulled at him, urging him to cover her with his body and when he came atop her, she almost cried.

Years disappeared and they became the couple who loved each other unconditionally. Their bodies honed to one another. Instinctively knowing what the other wanted and how to bring about the greatest pleasure.

His powerful leg spread hers, and she arched into him the burning heat so intense, it was almost painful.

Guiding himself, Hendry prodded at her sex, then strong hands slid beneath her and lifted Ailith from the bed as he thrust into her.

It was exactly how she enjoyed lovemaking, not gentle or tentative, not at first. She preferred it hard, fast, and rough.

He was large, thick, and very hard. His manhood delving deep into her, each thrust harder than the last, instinct taking over.

Instead of calming, the fire grew until it consumed her. Ailith thrashed under him, unable to contain her body’s reaction as a wave began to crest.

She was mewling by the time she crested, her entire body shuddering, her fingers digging into the bedding as her back arched from the strength of the climax.

Oh, how he knew her. Understood her. Hendry didn’t stop. Neither was he gentler. Instead, he continued driving and thrusting harder, his body slick with sweat.

As the second wave grew within, Ailith grabbed Hendry’s hips, pulling him deeper. The sounds of their bodies clashing intermingled with his hoarse voice, a melody to her ears.

The tide pulled her under, every inch of her seizing as another release burst. The sounds she made were low and guttural.

Hendry’s feral growl filled the space as he arched his back, the tendons of his neck straining from the powerful release.

Drunk with love, Ailith pulled Hendry closer and covered his mouth with hers. The kiss didn’t last long as both were pulling in gulps of air.

The weight of his body when it collapsed atop hers was wonderful. The bedding dipped and allowed her to breathe despite his weight.

Idly, she ran her fingers down his back, glad for his soft grunt of pleasure at her ear. She allowed her hand to slide further down until reaching the roundness of his bottom.

They remained without moving for a long time, still joined, neither wanting to break the bond.

Finally, Hendry slid from her but kept her against him. He pressed kisses to her throat, making a trail down to her shoulder and beyond until taking the tip of her breast into his mouth. Ailith let out a soft hum of enjoyment as his tongue began to swirl around it, flicking and teasing.

So lost was she in the sensations that she gasped when his fingers slid between the folds of her sex.

Hendry caressed her wet, swollen flesh with tenderness, gently circling the sensitive nub. Instantly tingling traveled down her legs and up into her stomach. A flicker of warmth growing into a full-fledged fire with each movement of his fingers.

She reached for him, wrapping her hand around renewed hardness. Automatically his hips moved into the hold. Ailith stroked the silky flesh, loving the way he responded with satisfying moans.

“Stop,” Hendry said, pushing her hand away. “I must have ye again. Not in this manner, but fully.”