Bound by Wish and Mistletoe (Highland Legends #1.5)(31)
He wanted to elaborate on his feelings; he’d become more a prisoner to her than she’d be in any way. He needed to clarify Iain’s concerned words; Brodie Castle held secrets and magick entrusted to the protection of their clan, a clan which now included her and relied upon her confidence. But with her delectable body and feisty spirit battling not against him, but her own desires, far greater wants and needs coursed hot through his veins, clouding sound logic.
Susanna growled deep in frustration, struggling beneath him with renewed strength. No amount of force she exerted, however, allowed her to move with the way he’d pinned her head and hips—leverage had its advantages.
“Submit to me, Susanna. Admit what I know you feel for me. Give yourself over, and I promise you unendin’ pleasure and happiness,” he said.
With his free hand, he brushed the side of her hip, trailed light fingertips along the dip at her waist, and caressed the side of her breast. He continued further, sliding his hand in beneath her, until he captured an already hardened nipple between his finger and thumb.
Her breath accelerated, but she remained rigid and perfectly still. He rolled her nipple and pinched it, lightly at first, then with increasing pressure. A moan came from her throat followed by a long growl, as if she’d grown angry at her own body.
“Well, Susanna? ’Tis your choice. I’ll not take what’s not freely given,” he said.
She held her breath, her every movement stilling. He stayed his hand, holding her entire body firmly as he waited.
“Aye, Robert,” she whispered.
“Aye, Robert...what?” he asked, tightening his hold at the hair at her nape, drawing her head back as he pinched her nipple harder.
“I...submit.”
CHAPTER TEN
Whatever power Robert possessed, it had more effect on Susanna than any amount of ale or spiced cider, casting her harrowing fears into faded memories. She had fallen under his spell and somehow couldn’t imagine being anywhere else. His incredible heat and power surrounded her, and all she wanted, what her body and heart, her very soul craved, was to be desired by him, to be protected by him...to be his.
“Doona move,” he warned, his voice rasping out, vibrating the skin of her throat.
A soft laugh escaped her lips. “I canna move.”
As he held her head back with her hair fisted in his hand, his devastating lips dragged down the side of her neck and across her shoulder, burning her skin with slow kisses along the way. An unquenchable fire built within her again, the ravenous need of her body overcoming lucid thought.
She swallowed hard. He seemed perfectly content to spend an eternity with his mouth on her shoulder blade. Unable to stand the increasing need within her, she squirmed beneath his hips, trying to ease the tension. For a moment, pleasure coursed through her, the friction against the rug creating a new, exciting sensation.
A loud growl at her ear and hard tug of her head back made her freeze. She whimpered, her scalp stinging, while a surprising erotic heat radiated down, stoking her building fire.
“I said, ‘doona move,’ and I meant it,” he clipped out.
“Robert, I canna help it. I need to move,” she replied.
“Aye, love,” he crooned, his heated breath trekking over the shell of her ear, “I know you do. Be patient. The reward is greater, the longer we wait.”
A heavy sigh whooshed out of her lungs, her feisty nature holding true no matter his wishes. His low chuckle followed.
Silken strands of his hair brushed across her shoulders as he placed his teeth on the skin between her shoulder and neck. He bit down into the muscle; but instead of hurting, an aching pulse shot straight between her thighs. She gasped in shock. He released the primal hold, licking the skin and blowing on it. Goose bumps raced down her body.
“Do you trust me, lass?”
Did she? No one had held her trust other than Mama. She never thought another soul could hold it. Not in her wildest imaginings would she have thought a man could...or would. Yet Robert had proved he was no ordinary man. The impossible had become possible with him.
“Aye, Robert. Unbelievable as it seems to me, I trust you.”
He shifted above her, dropping his thighs between her legs. With his one hand still fisted around her hair, he pressed the other into the rug beside her. His knees put pressure between her legs, and he leaned forward, pulling her with him. She found herself on her knees with her hips in the air, her legs spread wide on the outside of his thighs, and her upper body pressed into the rug. She felt exposed. Vulnerable.
A firm pressure pushed at her entrance. Another pulse of pleasure fired into her from their point of contact. She steadied her breathing, preparing herself. No matter the pleasure that he’d brought her, the last time he’d entered her, it felt as if he’d pierced and stretched her just under the point of breaking.
However, Robert didn’t press in. While only the tip of his cock was lodged inside her entrance, he circled his hips. Without warning, he pulled out completely, and she groaned until he glided forward, his shaft sliding along her outside folds until he hit the spot that took her breath away. She gasped. He pressed forward, then eased back, forward and back, gliding across nerve endings that sparked alive at his touch.
Pressure within her grew, a devastating ache growing, and still she couldn’t do anything to satisfy her need. She desperately wanted to move—tried to—but Robert’s arm lay across her left shoulder blade, still gripping her hair, and her legs were locked into position, his knees between them.