I groan as I pull away, and Rhona whimpers in protest as my hand leaves her body. She feels me moving on the bed behind her, and she strains, trying to crane her head around to see what I’m doing.
“Tor—oh…”
On my back on the bed, I grab her thighs as I pull myself under her, until her little cunt is right above my hungry mouth. I pull her down, my blood roaring like fire as the honeyed scent of her arousal invades my senses. And before she can say a word, my hands tighten on her thighs, and I pull her right down on my mouth.
And Rhona moans in pleasure.
She cries out, shuddering above me as I swipe my tongue slowly from base to clit, parting her lips as I taste every single bit of her. I growl into her, tonguing her slowly and teasingly before I push my tongue deep into her opening. She squeals, bucking against my face and rolling her hips on my tongue. I tease higher, sucking her clit between my lips and swirling my tongue around it again and again. I suck it harder, groaning into her and letting the vibrations rumble through her as she cries out in pleasure and eagerly grinds her pussy against my tongue.
Greedy girl.
My big hands grab her tight little ass, pulling her against me as I spread her wide. I pull her over me, my tongue slipping through her lips and then lower still. And when I go even lower, and swipe my tongue across her forbidden hole, Rhona spasms like she’s been hit with lightning.
“God!” she cries out, a broken wail of pleasure tumbling from her lips as her body trembles for me. She strains against her binds, rolling her hips eagerly against my mouth as I tongue her little asshole. I slip one hand around to her front, using my thumb to roll her clit as I tease her ass, and it’s not long before I can feel her start to tremble wilder and wilder.
“Tor… I… what are you…”
“Making you come for me, little bird,” I groan into her. “Showing you how bad you can be, and just how good being bad can feel.”
I swirl my tongue around her ass again and again, rolling her clit with my thumb as her cries of pleasure fill the tent.
“You’re… I’m going to—”
“Come for me, little one,” I growl, my cock so fucking hard I swear it might tear through my breeches.
I drag my tongue back to her cunt, sucking her clit between my lips and swirling my tongue around it. Rhona goes wild, bucking against my face, panting, her whole body shaking before suddenly, with a jerk of her hips, she cries out as I push her over that edge. She moans wildly, thrashing and grinding against my mouth as she comes again and again for me. I can feel her slick honeyed juices running down my chin, coating my tongue and my lips until I want to drown in her slickness. And I just keep tasting her, over and over, until I can feel her body start to go limp above me.
This is exactly how I want her—putty in my hands, aching from me making her come.
…Aching for more.
And more is exactly what I’m about to give her.
I know the lordlings of the highlands have these notions of being wed before they give in to what nature intends us to do. They prefer to have a priest tell them it’s okay to fuck.
…I am not of that mindset.
I growl as I slide out from under her, moving behind her again and kissing her neck. Rhona whimpers, turning to sear her lips to mine, tasting herself on my tongue as I claim her mouth. My cock strains at my breeches, and my hands move to yank them open, so that I may free my cock and sink it deep in her eager, untouched little cunt.
But it’s at that very moment when I hear the commotion outside in the camp. Not the drunken revelry of the men I’ve been hearing in the background—something more. Something more urgent. I hiss, swearing under my breath as I pull my hand from the laces of my breeches and pull away from her.
“Where are you going?” She moans, turning. Our eyes lock, and I growl as I press back against her, cupping her jaw as I kiss her fiercely.
“Something needs my attention, outside.” I growl. “But I’ll be back for you, and soon.”
I slide from the bed, grabbing my sword.
“Wait, I’m still…”
Rhona blushes, biting her lip.
“I’m still tied,” she murmurs shyly.
“Aye,” I growl, grinning at her. “That you are.”
Her brows shoot up, the playful smile on her face dropping.
“Tor—”
“I want you just like this when I return, little bird,” I growl hungrily, eyeing her fiercely before I grab my sword and duck under the flaps of the tent door, out into the camp.