Page 85 of The Scot

He ran his hand from her calf to the inside of her thigh, his eyes on her thatch of curls.

“Tell me what you want, Roysa.”

When his fingers found her, she opened for him. Her trust humbled him.

“I want what you did to me before.”

He liked that she wasn’t shy, and Terric gave her exactly what she requested. He leaned over her, propping himself on his elbow with his free hand as he plunged his fingers into her, tickled and teased.

“Like this?”

In a perfect position to lave her beautiful breasts, Terric used his tongue to caress an already-hardened nipple. When Roysa grasped the back of his head, he smiled against her. Pleased and very much awake.

“I’ve wanted this, craved this, for so long,” he murmured.

Listening to her breathing, Terric knew she was close.

“Like this?” he asked, lifting his head to watch her as she climaxed.

“Aye.”

“Tell me, Roysa.”

“Faster.”

Faster. Harder. He would give her anything she wanted.

“You. Terric, I want you.”

Including that.

Pulling away his hand, he positioned himself over her. He paused for a moment, determined to erase every memory of the bastard she’d been married to.

Terric tried to move slowly, to give her time to accommodate him, but Roysa was not allowing for it. As soon as he slid himself inside, his eyes closing at the sheer pleasure of having the one thing he’d been craving most, Roysa thrust her hips upward.

Terric’s eyes flew open in surprise.

“I thought to move slowly, to give you time to adjust.”

He began moving his hips when Roysa lifted one of her legs, giving him greater access.

Surely he would die this eve.

“In here, I am master.”

He laughed, accepting the challenge.

“I said it but”—Terric circled, his buttocks clenching—“is it true, I wonder? Or are those roles reversed just now?”

Roysa’s control was slipping—he could see it in her eyes. When her mouth opened, he claimed it, slipping his tongue inside. Her moans only encouraged him.

But when she grasped both of his buttocks with her hands and squeezed, Terric was lost. Having Roysa beneath him, being inside her. He could not hold on much longer.

Reaching down, he guaranteed he’d not have to, circling her nub with his fingers but not letting up anywhere else.

When she squeezed harder, Terric smiled against her lips in victory. One final thrust and Roysa came, tearing her mouth from his for the sole purpose of making a deep, guttural sound, which pushed him over the edge.

His body tensed and then released into her, Terric pushing one final time to ensure it.

He could not collapse without crushing her, so when he could no longer hold himself up, he rolled to the side. For just a moment he closed his eyes, reveling in the feeling of being with her, and then he opened them and turned to face her.

“I never knew,” she said softly, reaching up to touch his cheek.

Terric had no words in response. He’d not mar the moment by mentioning the man who should have shown her, though Terric was glad he had not.

“Come here, Master Roysa.”

Pulling her against him, along with the coverlet, which she lifted over them, Terric closed his eyes.