I cry out, shuddering against him as I yank him down and kiss him fiercely.
“And if I want to?” I whisper heatedly. “If I want to temp you? And tease you?”
“I’m not joking, Rhona,” Tor grunts, fire in his eyes. “I won’t be able to stop my—”
“So don’t,” I whisper, biting my lip. Because I know what I want. I know what I’m ready for. And I know the only man I want to give my everything to is the savage, rough, beautiful warrior hovering above me. The man who’s stolen me and taken my heart.
“I want you to take me,” I say softly, trembling, my eyes darting over his. “All of me, Tor.”
He’s no highlander. He’s no lord. He’s a savage, and that’s what I like about him. It’s what I crave. I can smell the scent of the woods around us—the scent of the fire outside, and of the dirt and pine needles under the bed. The flicker of the candlelight. The soft white glow of the moon above through the tent. This pure, fierce, amazing man poised above me.
“I’m yours,” I whisper, and I’ve barely gotten the words out when I moan as his mouth crushes to mine, hard.
Chapter 9
Tor
My cock throbs, my balls swelling with my seed as I groan into her lips. Heat blazes across my skin, muscles clenching and my blood burning like fire in my veins.
She’s mine.
Her soft tongue darts over mine, plump lips crushing to mine as she whimpers into my kiss. I can feel her soft, lithe little body undulate against my hard, inked, scared one—such innocence pressed so tight to such savagery. Her legs spread wider as I settle myself between them, her smooth thighs clenched tight around my muscled hips, and when I let my thick cock slide over her slick, dripping wet little cunt, she moans wildly.
I roll my hips back and forth, letting her feel every throbbing inch of me gliding back and forth across her opening—teasing her little nub and spreading her velvety lips to either side of my cock. Gods she’s so fucking wet—dripping down my balls and coating her thighs and mine, until she’s so slippery and messy that I know I could just sink in to the hilt inside of her, virgin or not.
She moans into my mouth as I reach down between our bodies, my thumb rolling her clit as I wrap my hand around my cock and center my head. I ease against her, and her body tightens under me, her breath catching as my swollen cock head nestles in her eager little cunt.
Gods is she tight. And hot, and so fucking wet. There’ve been woman in my life before, obviously, though not for many a moon. And for me, it’s always been a warrior’s life, and a warrior’s life means forgoing the comforts and sweetness of a wife or family. The women in my past have been passing fancies. Bodies to warm my bed who’ve been long forgotten by now.
Rhona is different. Rhona is very fucking different—so much so that it makes my head spin even as I ready myself to take her flower. Because I know when it comes to her, I’d give the rest of it up—all of it. With her, I don’t see a warmed bed before I’m off on another raid or campaign seeking bloodshed and riches. With her, I see future. I see the picture of what I want my life to be that I’ve been quietly building for years, and she’s the missing piece.
She trembles under me, panting as she arches into me, wanting me and pushing her hips up as if to swallow me in.
“Eager little tease,” I groan into her lips, swallowing her panted whimpers as I push forward. She gasps as my thick head eases between her lips, spreading her wide and giving her just a taste of what’s to come.
“More,” she says softly, little mewling sounds tumbling from her lips as I push forward. My head sinks into her slick heat, her honey coating me so slickly as I growl and nip at her neck. I slide deeper, until suddenly, I can feel her barrier. I can feel the last little petal of her innocence. I pause, pulling away to let my gaze burn into her big, round eyes. Firelight flickers over her face, her auburn hair splayed out around her pretty face, and I know then that it’s not me claiming her.
…She’s already claimed me. I’m already hers, entirely.
“Open up for me, little bird,” I purr softly. “Open up and let me taste all of you.”
I push, and with a soft little thrusting pop, I push through.
Rhona cries out for a second, clinging to me, her nails digging into my skin. I pause—gods new and old only now how—letting her catch her breath. Letting her pussy open for me and letting her adjust to the size of me. She pants, moaning softly, and when I feel her hips rock and her cunt tighten around my thickness, I growl.