The Saint (Highland Guard #5)(110)

Suddenly, she was glad he’d lit the candle. Glad she could see his desire for her. Just looking at him made her feel hot and restless. The air felt so thick and alive, heavy with anticipation.

Instinctively, she arched her back. A soft cry escaped her lips.

He smiled like a fox. “Aye, first I’m going to kiss your br**sts.” He lowered his mouth and took one turgid peak between his teeth. The warm, wet suction of his lips lasted only an instant before he released her. One hand trailed down her stomach. “Then I’m going to kiss you right here.” She sucked in her breath when his finger swept over the warm, damp cavern of her womanhood. How could she ever have thought he wasn’t passionate? He was raw passion. Sensual and virile to the bone. “And then, after I make you come against my mouth, I’m going to slide my c**k inside you and make you come again.”

Oh God. The naughty words made her shudder with anticipation. The wicked promise of his voice sent off wave after wave of heated sensation.

His mouth was on her breast, his tongue sucking and swirling until sharp needles of pleasure shot to her womb. But her mind was already on the next of his promises.

The place between her legs was twitching, dampening, waiting. She couldn’t think about anything else. His mouth there.

No. Yes. Now.

Magnus could feel her body shake with pleasure. Feel the rush of desire surging through her blood. Those soft, eager little moans were driving him on. And every press of her hips told him exactly where to go.

Her raw sensuality, her trust, both humbled and aroused him.

He slid down her body, kissing a trail from her br**sts, over the soft curve of her stomach to her hips, and finally to the baby-soft skin of her inner thigh. Cupping her bottom, he settled himself intimately between her legs and looked up her naked body to catch her gaze.

She was watching him with a wanton mixture of uncertainty and eagerness. As if she thought she should issue some maidenly form of protest but didn’t want to. He was glad when she didn’t. He loved the honesty of her passion. Loved that she liked it just as much as he did. “I’ve dreamed of doing this to you,” he said huskily.

“You have?”

He nodded. “I can’t wait to taste you.”

The last vestiges of her uncertainty faded as he placed a feathery-soft kiss on the silky pink flesh. “Mmm,” he said, with a gentle lap of his tongue. “Sweet as honey.”

The feel of his mouth—his tongue—on her was unlike anything Helen had ever imagined. Heat drenched through her in a wicked wave of need. She felt so hot. So wet. So wildly sensual.

It was the most erotic moment of her life. Seeing him like this. Having him do this to her. Her body began to shake. She moaned. Lifted her hips and silently begged him for more.

He gave it to her. He kissed her harder, deeper, the pressure of his mouth against her, his tongue flicking inside her, the scrape of his jaw against her thighs … It was too much. She writhed with the memory of what was to come. She felt the building pleasure, the tightening sensation, and the delicious coiling low in her belly.

This time she knew what she wanted. She gave over to the sensations and let them take her to the highest peak …

Her body stilled. The quivering between her legs paused for one heart-stopping moment. Then everything broke apart in one hot, long, spasming wave. She cried out her release as pleasure crashed over her.

Magnus couldn’t wait any longer. The sound of her cries sent him over the edge. With one last drag of his mouth, he positioned himself between her legs.

She was still shuddering with pleasure. Her eyes were closed, her lips parted, her cheeks flushed. She was warm and soft and wet—deliciously wet for him.

Mine. She’d always been his.

God, he loved her. He closed his eyes, threw his head back, and drove inside her in one hard thrust.

Tight! Christ, tight. And …

Resistance?

Shock opened his eyes even as she cried out. Not in pleasure this time, but in pain.

What the hell?

As if she sensed what he was about to do, she twined her legs around his and lifted her hips against his, preventing him from pulling back. “Don’t stop,” she whispered. “Please, don’t stop. I’m fine.”

Their eyes held. He didn’t understand. He had so many questions in his mind, but the cravings of his body wouldn’t be denied. He was so close to coming, he couldn’t have stopped if he’d wanted to. Not when he was inside her. Deep inside her. His throbbing c**k surrounded by tight wet heat.

He levered his chest over her and thrust. Gently, this time, with a soft circle of his hips.

She gasped, her eyes widening. Aye, it felt good. Very good. Her body clung to him like a fist. A hot, wet fist. Milking him to mindless oblivion.

Sensation fired through his body, threatening to overtake him. His body strained against it, wanting to drag it out. Squeeze every last moment of this that he could.

He pumped again, circling, nudging deeper and deeper with each long stroke.

“You feel so good,” he moaned. She did. It was unlike anything he’d ever felt before. The passion he felt for her wasn’t just from his body but also from his heart. It consumed him. He felt it every time he looked at her. Eyes connected. Bodies connected. One. “I love you so much.”

“I love you, too. I’ve always loved you.”

For a moment, as he held her to him and looked into her eyes, he felt true happiness.