Page 65 of Fang & Fury

The burn rushed over the stones next to them as he leaned toward her. He paused then, letting her choose.

She didn’t pull away; instead, she searched his face for a moment before nodding.

That was all he needed.

His mouth claimed hers. The second their lips met, heat flared in his belly.

The beast awoke then.

Growling low in his throat, Darach drew her onto his lap.

It only took her an instant to respond.

Sitting astride him, as his arms went about her—one hand cupping the back of her head, the other pressing against the small of her back—she kissed him back with the same wildness.

Her hands came up, her palms cupping his cheeks, as their kiss grew hungrier, deeper.

Darach’s teeth grazed across her lips, his tongue circling and stroking the depths of her mouth. Ailsa trembled against him.

They kissed a while, each exploring the other’s mouth, letting the intimacy between them swell. And then, Ailsa gently nipped his lower lip and whispered, “I need more.”

She didn’t have to ask twice.

He rose to his feet, moving smoothly even from a sitting position. He then gently pulled her long green tunic over her head, casting it aside to reveal her nakedness. She reached for him too, her hands fumbling at the laces of his breeches.

Both naked now, they stared at each other for a long moment.

Awareness pulsed between them, tension drawing the air tight.

Reaching out, he drew her close once more. His hands roamed over the smooth planes, gentle dips, and firm curves of her body. Gods, how had he survived these past moons without her?

How had he thought she’d used bavaan wiles on him, to manipulate and seduce?

Ailsa was too honest for that.

He kissed her deeply again, exploring her mouth, tasting her.

And then, when she went limp against him, he walked her slowly back to the edge of the riverbank, where a large willow grew. Pushing her up against the wide trunk, he lifted her up, allowing her long legs to clasp around his waist.

Leaning in, he trailed kisses over her breasts. It was hard to go slow, yet he forced himself. He didn’t want to rush this.

He licked a nipple and nipped it with his teeth, enjoying her sharp intake of breath. He then sucked it until the nipple was swollen and hard, before moving on to the other breast.

Ailsa gasped and writhed against him as he savored her. His heart started to kick against his ribs, and the beast writhed in his gut and chest, responding to his lust.

He ignored it.

Releasing her delicious tits, he untangled her legs from around his waist and lowered her to the ground. A moment later, he dropped to his knees, hooking her leg over his shoulder and then parting her thighs wide and staring at the wet pink flower between them.

His breathing came in ragged bursts now. It was difficult not to dive in, not to devour her.

Instead, he took things slowly, licking her gently at first.

She was so wet, musky, and ready, and the taste of her made his prick jerk. His balls started to ache.

Ailsa gave a low, guttural groan, and he nearly lost it. All he wanted was to be buried deep inside her. To fuck her senseless.

But not yet.