Viking's Claim (Kilts & Kisses #4)(10)

And then, with a flick of my wrist, it slices through, and in moments, I’ve cut her dress away completely.

Fire roars through me as I yank the shreds of it off of her, throwing it away before I let my eyes feast upon her.

Gods is she gorgeous. Soft, milky skin. Curves that make my hands ache to hold them. A full, round little ass that I know damn well I’ll be sinking my teeth into. Thighs that beg to be spread around my waist. Her auburn hair tumbles down her back, and when my hands slide over her hip and she whimpers, there goes the last of my control.

I yank my tunic off, tossing it away before pressing myself to her from behind. Her skin is warm against mine, her body trembling as my arms slide around her. My hands almost touch when they cinch around her waist, and when I push them lower over her hips, Rhona gasps, moaning as she rolls them into my touch. My fingers slip over the creases in her thighs, pushing lower and lower until I can feel the heat of her little cunt millimeters from my fingertips. And then, with one second of a hesitation, I push a hand lower, delving it between her thighs and cupping her hot little pussy.

Rhona moans.

“So wet,” I growl into her ear, stroking a finger through her lips, spreading her wide.

“Such a pretty, tight little cunt.”

My words rasp into her ear, and she shivers, trembling against me and gasping in pleasure as I drag a thick finger through her dewy lips. I roll my fingertip over her hard-little bud, making her squeal in pleasure as she sags against me. Her body undulates, tightening, her arms still bound as she strains against the ropes in pleasure. My fingers stroke faster, adding pressure to her clit as I begin to roll them in circles over the little nub. Her hips roll in time against me, her moans of pleasure filling my ears in the dim, flickering candlelight of the tent.

I could keep doing this all night, just making her come again and again on my fingers until she’s begging for mercy. But then, my tongue is hungry for what I’ve only had a taste of.

I groan as I pull away, and Rhona whimpers in protest as my hand leaves her body. She feels me moving on the bed behind her, and she strains, trying to crane her head around to see what I’m doing.

“Tor—oh…”

On my back on the bed, I grab her thighs as I pull myself under her, until her little cunt is right above my hungry mouth. I pull her down, my blood roaring like fire as the honeyed scent of her arousal invades my senses. And before she can say a word, my hands tighten on her thighs, and I pull her right down on my mouth.

And Rhona moans in pleasure.

She cries out, shuddering above me as I swipe my tongue slowly from base to clit, parting her lips as I taste every single bit of her. I growl into her, tonguing her slowly and teasingly before I push my tongue deep into her opening. She squeals, bucking against my face and rolling her hips on my tongue. I tease higher, sucking her clit between my lips and swirling my tongue around it again and again. I suck it harder, groaning into her and letting the vibrations rumble through her as she cries out in pleasure and eagerly grinds her pussy against my tongue.

Greedy girl.

My big hands grab her tight little ass, pulling her against me as I spread her wide. I pull her over me, my tongue slipping through her lips and then lower still. And when I go even lower, and swipe my tongue across her forbidden hole, Rhona spasms like she’s been hit with lightning.

“God!” she cries out, a broken wail of pleasure tumbling from her lips as her body trembles for me. She strains against her binds, rolling her hips eagerly against my mouth as I tongue her little asshole. I slip one hand around to her front, using my thumb to roll her clit as I tease her ass, and it’s not long before I can feel her start to tremble wilder and wilder.

“Tor… I… what are you…”

“Making you come for me, little bird,” I groan into her. “Showing you how bad you can be, and just how good being bad can feel.”

I swirl my tongue around her ass again and again, rolling her clit with my thumb as her cries of pleasure fill the tent.

“You’re… I’m going to—”

“Come for me, little one,” I growl, my cock so fucking hard I swear it might tear through my breeches.

I drag my tongue back to her cunt, sucking her clit between my lips and swirling my tongue around it. Rhona goes wild, bucking against my face, panting, her whole body shaking before suddenly, with a jerk of her hips, she cries out as I push her over that edge. She moans wildly, thrashing and grinding against my mouth as she comes again and again for me. I can feel her slick honeyed juices running down my chin, coating my tongue and my lips until I want to drown in her slickness. And I just keep tasting her, over and over, until I can feel her body start to go limp above me.

This is exactly how I want her—putty in my hands, aching from me making her come.

…Aching for more.

And more is exactly what I’m about to give her.

I know the lordlings of the highlands have these notions of being wed before they give in to what nature intends us to do. They prefer to have a priest tell them it’s okay to fuck.

…I am not of that mindset.

I growl as I slide out from under her, moving behind her again and kissing her neck. Rhona whimpers, turning to sear her lips to mine, tasting herself on my tongue as I claim her mouth. My cock strains at my breeches, and my hands move to yank them open, so that I may free my cock and sink it deep in her eager, untouched little cunt.