Forged in Dreams and Magick (Highland Legends #1)(34)

Concern about his reaction gave way to peaceful security. The man in my arms would take care of me. I slid my hands down the roped muscles of his back, resting them across the cheeks of his ass. He purred low in approval.

We folded down onto the plaid. Solid arms guided me to my back, his hand cushioning my head. Iain draped over my body, leaning into my side. His free hand roamed over my skin, firing electrical impulses everywhere his slightest touch whispered.

Dark eyes searched my own. His face hovered inches from mine, his long hair feathering across my cheeks. I swept the strands back with my hands, holding his face, gently pulling him down. He kissed me . . . a sweet, sensual, teasing kiss. I matched his erotic movements, dragging my lips across his, opening my mouth to taste his tongue, nipping and biting playfully. A growl rumbled deep in his chest as he pressed his hard length into my hip.

Hot breath tracked across my skin as his mouth moved lower, tasting his way down my neck. My eyes drifted shut as he cupped a hand under my breast and gently lifted while skimming his fingers up. Without warning, he pinched my nipple. Hard. I gasped from the shock and heard his low chuckle. Moist heat surrounded my other nipple. He suckled . . . and bit me? I moaned as the sharp pain ebbed into warmed honey, dripping pleasure down . . . so far down.

So damn intoxicating.

As his mouth drugged my senses, I threaded my fingers into his silken hair, needing to touch him in any way possible. Long licks sprinkled with playful kisses trailed a path down my abdomen. My belly quivered, unfurling an even deeper ache inside. Floating on heady desire, I grew hyperaware as he shifted his weight between my legs, pressing my thighs wide apart.

Wide open. Vulnerable.

My pulse skyrocketed with the force of nature between my legs. Steam heated the skin of my inner thigh, flowing toward an aching center, and I grew frantic for his touch.

Iain stalled. I opened my eyes, lifting my head to watch.

He’d been staring up at me, waiting. A wicked grin broadcasted his intentions. He locked his gaze onto mine and dipped his chin, swiping a flat tongue through already-throbbing folds. A low whimper escaped my throat until an aching pulse snapped out, and I gasped.

“Mmm . . . sweetest sugar,” he drawled.

He drew his head back, licked his lips, and blew cool air across my heated flesh. I bucked my hips, wanting his teasing mouth to return, but his forearms rested on my thighs, holding me captive. When I settled down, the sensual instruction resumed at his unhurried pace . . . as if ensuring I’d pay close attention. Torturous slow licks. Merciless hard sucks. Soft cries broke free from my mouth with every shallow breath. I threw my head back, eyes closed, gripping the blanket in my fists with crazed need.

Something slid inside in a smooth stroke. A second, thicker pressure made me realize his fingers were pressed into me. While sidetracked in thought about the exact details, a hard flick across my clitoris scattered the scientific analyzing, and I surrendered to every single pleasure. He stroked his fingers over sensitive nerves, fanning what began as a kindled ache into a blazing inferno. Every muscle in my body tensed, desperate for release.

“Shhh . . . Isa. Just relax, lass.” His words purred against my skin seconds before his mouth covered my clit, sucking hard. He moaned, the vibrations traveling deep, and I gasped loudly, hanging on the precipice of a cliff.

One unhurried lick. Another. I groaned, arching up into his mouth, panting for air. Iain masterfully orchestrated every note of my unfolding sonata, building the tension toward a crescendo.

Without warning, he increased the tempo. My body tensed. A piercing scream tore from my throat and resonated off the rock walls as waves of pleasure resonated into me. Relentless. Consuming.

In the midst of my orgasm, I struggled for breath while Iain climbed my body. A split second of awareness hit as his predatory gaze captured mine in silent warning. I slid trembling hands along his damp skin, resting them on his hips. The muscles flexed beneath my fingertips, and he pierced me straight through in a single powerful stroke.

The shock of his hard body all over me, stretching me wide, possessing me completely, took my breath away. He silenced my gasp with a demanding kiss. The full sensation of his erection seated deep inside, but not yet moving, was disconcerting.

However, the mild discomfort ended when I wriggled beneath him, fresh waves of pleasure rippling through me. He withdrew gradually, charging every nerve ending along the way. With a nip of my lips and a slow smile, he watched my face as he slid back inside, inching deep into slickened walls, sparking a whole array of new sensations.

“So tight, Isa,” he purred out. “Heaven.” He closed his eyes, bliss written across his features.

More forceful thrusts followed. I arched my hips, meeting his with every hard, urgent pump. The pace increased, and I lifted my legs, curving them around his ass, holding his powerful body tight. I lost myself, spiraling ever higher in unimagined ecstasy.

Suddenly, I cried out, a single, delicious spasm surprising me. He paused, and my ache intensified. Fierce need for him to move whipped a sizzling-hot current through me. I froze, and the moment I stopped breathing, Iain drove deep, setting off an internal explosion so hard, I shattered into a million fragments. My nails dug into his back as I mindlessly shouted his name.

Iain lost control. He clutched my shoulders, slamming into me as my body-rocking orgasm continued. His muscles went rigid, and a growl tore from his chest as his release engulfed him. As his distinctive pulses mixed into mine, his movements lessened, his body collapsing in slow motion around me. He gently tightened the grip on my shoulders, nestling his lips against my ear.