Bound by Wish and Mistletoe (Highland Legends #1.5)(32)

Finally, she managed to rock her hips back.

Robert froze on a growl. “Nay.”

As if sensing her frenzy, he pulled back and lodged his tip into her again. Against her bottom, he circled his hips, his shaft moving at her entrance, teasing her, taunting her. She panted, desperate for more.

Robert shifted again, the heat of his palm sliding over her right hip. It moved forward, across her lower belly, into her curls. She cried out the moment he touched her, a jolt of fiery pleasure clenching her muscles around his tip.

He groaned, sliding in only a fraction, before pulling back out, teasing her once again. With slow strokes of his fingers, he rubbed between her legs. Her panted breaths turned into moaned whimpers as raging desire threatened to overcome her. She moved back, and he froze, halting everything that felt good.

She gritted her teeth and focused on her breathing, wanting to please him, needing to obey him so he would please her. His fingers resumed their decadent torture, fueling the aching fire through her center once again.

“Good. Lass.” His growled words seemed to come from far away, muted by the racing blood thundering in her ears.

On the edge.

Robert kept her on the brink of explosive pleasure. Each time she’d get close, he’d slow his movements, calming the raging fire down to a low-roaring hum. She caught her breath and moaned deep, letting all the air out of her lungs. His pace increased for a countless time, and the pleasurable pain grew to near-unbearable. She dangled on the precipice of falling over, but tried to quiet her cries, hoping he wouldn’t know she was close...so he wouldn’t withdraw the intensity again.

Somehow he knew, because his fingers slowed again, and she hung there. Her body tightened into a savage bundle of craving need. She couldn’t take it anymore, couldn’t handle the pressure...needed the pleasure.

“Robert...please...” she begged.

“Please...what?” he asked.

Did he chuckle?

“Please take me, Robert! I need you inside of me!” she cried.

His hand went wild against her, and she sobbed, desperate and at his mercy.

“Aye, you do, lass. You need me deep inside of you. I’ll bury myself down so far, to remove me would tear out a piece of your soul.”

She panted, his words searing her heart, his touch setting her body ablaze. Her breath caught as a hard pulse fired within her. Robert plunged deep, spearing her. Hard hot spasms followed, and she screamed, burying her face into the rug.

Robert released her hair and braced his forearms tight against her sides as he rocked hard into her body, each thrust firing off more staggering pulses. She fisted both hands into the soft fur and turned her face to the side, trying to suck air into her lungs as wave after wave of pleasure flowed through her body.

She couldn’t move if she wanted to...and she didn’t. Robert gripped her hips and pulled himself almost out. The shift caused him to penetrate her at a different angle. His quick, shallow strokes caused a new pleasure, and it fired through her like a bright bolt of lightning.

“Robert!” she screamed his name as another round of spasms claimed her, shuddering her entire body.

He gripped her hips harder, thrusting deeper, each delicious wave crashing one after another inside of her, around him. Her throat had gone dry from panting and moaning, and yet, she couldn’t quiet her cries.

A feral growl ripped from Robert’s chest into the room, drowning out her mewling sounds as his entire body stiffened. She felt a hot rush inside her body, distinctive pulses from his release mixing with hers.

His movements quieted, and she sighed. He lowered down to her side, scooping her backward into his warm embrace. A great peace filled her heart as her magnificent warrior wrapped himself around her, holding her tight while remaining embedded inside of her.

Her warrior.

He’d been right. He was already deep within her...already a part of her soul.

“Robert?” she whispered.

She felt his racing heart against her back. His deep breaths helped calm her breathing too, and she felt the beat of her heart begin to slow, matching his.

Warm. Protected. Cherished. She’d never thought it possible, but in a man’s arms, she’d found the one thing she’d wanted most in her dark world...love.

“Robert?” she said louder.

“Mmm?”

“Will it always be like this?” she asked, her voice sounding dreamy to her own ears.

Tender lips placed a soft kiss to her shoulder blade. “Nay, love. ’Twill be better.”

She wrapped her hands around the muscular forearm nestled between her breasts. “Impossible. How could it be better than that? I’ll surely die if ’tis any more intense.”

A low rumble vibrated against her back as his chest shook. The unexpected laughter amid something so serious made her smile.

“Lass, I’ve gone easy on you tonight. I’ll tease and worship your body ’til you shake with need, then I’ll give you the pleasure you crave, over and over...and over again.”

She sighed at the enticing thought, still not understanding how it could be true. But she did what he’d asked and what she had honestly admitted to; she trusted him. Her eyes grew heavy as Robert’s breathing fell steady, and she drifted away peacefully in his arms.

*

A sudden draft of cool air ran across Susanna’s back, and she shivered. Disoriented, she pushed herself up off the rug and looked around to find she was alone in the bedchamber.