Sabrina fought to hold back a ragged sob of desire. She tensed rigidly as his hand slid between her legs and brushed the tight nest of curls. He found her cleft hot and slick with her own juices, the feminine bud of pleasure throbbing with heat.
Not allowing her to escape, he thrust two fingers up inside her. Sabrina bit her lip to keep from screaming in excitement.
“You clench so tightly around my fingers,” he murmured, his voice as dark and seductive as black velvet. “I can’t wait to feel you sheathe my cock.”
His bold fingers thrust deeper and she moaned, a pleading sound of need, a shameless yearning to be filled and stretched by this man…dominated and possessed…She wanted him, hot and deep and male, inside her.
She could feel him poised behind her…his fingers parting her honeyed thighs for his taking…the swollen head of his shaft potently probing the silky folds of flesh. When she made one last desperate attempt to pull away, he gripped her buttocks in his strong grasp and in a single rough stroke, plunged to the hilt inside her.
It was a stunning act of possession, one that almost made her faint with sensation. Sabrina cried aloud at the incredible feel of his fiery spear piercing her, forcing her wide open, a curse spilling from her lips. Yet when he made to withdraw, she braced her palms against the mattress and thrust wildly back against him, impaling herself on his magnificent flesh.
He laughed, the husky sound raw with triumph and excitement, and swiftly drew back, only to plunge within her again.
She was panting by the time he’d thrust twice, and groaning by the fifth powerful stroke. He drove fierce and full inside her, ramming himself hard within her, his swollen sacs slapping against her mons. Her senses reeled with the feel of him, while brilliant flames leapt against the blackness of her mind.
“Oh…God…”
“Aye, that’s the way of it…Moan for me, tiger…”
“Sweet mercy…Niall…please…”
She was dimly aware she was begging, yet she didn’t care. She writhed wantonly at his savage plundering, the wild frenzy building within her as he ravished her so exquisitely. She shook as the brutal, grinding pleasure surged relentlessly, sobbing aloud with sweet, mindless wanting.
Feeling her shudders, groaning as she trembled tightly around his engorged shaft, Niall drove her ever higher. He was beyond anger, beyond thought, driven by a fierce nameless hunger. He felt her convulsions of ecstasy begin an instant before searing talons of sensation ripped through him. He heard her scream as she shattered, heard his own hoarse shout as his body exploded in an endless, piercing rapture.
Her flesh continued to pulse sweetly long after the moment of orgasm. Niall felt the faint rippling as he collapsed weakly upon her, felt his heart beating in a frenzied echo of her own.
When the last faint, delicious spasm was spent, when the madness had receded a little, he withdrew from her and shifted his body, relieving Sabrina of his weight. He was still breathing harshly, his skin still sheened with sweat from the frantic, almost savage urgency of their lovemaking.
Her silence disturbed him, though.
Forcing open his eyes, he gave her a searching look. He had marked her as his; her face was dewy from the heat and violence of his possession.
“Did I hurt you?” he asked thickly.
“Mortally,” she muttered, her withering tone suggesting that her pride had suffered more than her flesh.
Her scathing retort relieved him, yet her body was doubtless wet and chilled from his dousing in the loch. Easing himself from the bed, Niall determinedly stripped off her sodden garments and wrapped her in his plaid.
“I have no intention of remaining abed with you,” Sabrina grumbled in protest as he sat beside her and began combing her wet hair through his fingers.
“You cannot return home looking like a bedraggled mouse.”
“You might have considered that before throwing me in the loch to drown.”
“You deserved it,” Niall retorted, remembering just what had brought them to this point. His jaw clenched.
“I did not deserve to be ravished!”
“Come now, admit it.” He bent to nuzzle her bare shoulder with his lips. “You enjoyed every moment.”
“I shall only admit that you are a bold, arrogant devil!”
“And you were magnificent in all your fury, dripping like a fish and clawing like a tiger.”
She turned and struck him, punching his shoulder. The iron-hard muscle didn’t budge.
With a grim smile, Niall grasped her arms and pinned Sabrina down on her back. When her bare breasts spilled free of the plaid, he nipped a budded peak.