She gasped when their tongues collided, and shuddered beneath him. Or was it he who shuddered? Perhaps they both had.
He moved to lay atop her, settling his hips between her spread legs, his bare belly to her sheet-clad stomach and his chest pressed against her breasts. The warmth of her seeped through the thin cloth and his shirt, igniting against his flesh, making him burn to tear the thin sheet from her body and feel the delicacy that would be skin on skin. She rubbed her breasts against him, tugged at her restraints. Should he untie her? He wanted to feel her legs wrapped around his hips. He wanted to feel her hands stroke over his back, run through his hair. Aye, he would untie her. And he wouldn’t have to worry about her escape, for she knew what was at stake, and her freedom was important but even more so…the sexy little mewls she was making showed that she too was enjoying his kisses and wouldn’t be so quick to up and run from his touch.
Perhaps for now he would only untie her arms…
Wraith continued to kiss Faryn, deeply, carnally, his tongue sinking into the depths of her mouth. Giving her what he’d promised, metaphorical golden silk and champagne. She eagerly returned his kiss, startling him for a moment. She was a natural kisser. No virgin’s kiss was this. Once again, she’d pleasantly surprised him with her inner fire, her spirit. She would be a passionate lover.
He slid his hands up her arms until he reached the knots that restrained her. Keeping his lips on hers, he untied the bonds that held her, tossing the silky ribbons to the floor.
Immediately her arms came around him, rubbing over his shoulders, exploring the expanse of his back. He let her touch him, get used to the feel of his body while he trailed kisses from her lips to her neck, nipping at the lobe of her ear.
Her head tilted back, eyes closed, Faryn was completely unaware when the air around them grew charged with wanton energy. Orelia had returned and with her the nearly one hundred slaves and servants of the hedonistic castle. They stood ’round the bed and beyond, watching, some pushing for greater view, greed and desire in their eyes. Wraith gave them only a moment’s notice before returning to the task of deflowering sweet Faryn.
Tenderly he stroked over her ribs, tugging the sheet down and over her breasts. She clutched his shoulders with both hands. He trailed his tongue from the nape of her neck down her chest to the valley between her breasts. He cupped a breast in each hand, massaging the pink tips with the pads of his thumbs.
“Oh,” she murmured, pushing her chest further into him, her breasts filling his hands.
“Aye, Faryn, tell me ye like it.”
“Aye…”
“Aye, what?” he teased, his tongue snaking out to flick over a turgid nipple.
She sucked in her breath and crooned her pleasure.
Wraith flicked her nipple again with his tongue and then flicked the other, back and forth, massaging her breasts with his hands until she panted with pleasure.
“Please,” she begged.
He knew what she wanted, but did she know? “Please what?”
She bit her lip and opened her eyes a fraction, the once-clear depths now cloudy with desire. He’d never wanted a woman more than he did now. And he didn’t think he’d ever seen a woman show so much desire and truth in lovemaking before. All his worries about whether or not she’d be able to pull of this little ruse evaporated. She was a good actress, and she must have realized that the crowd had pushed in.
“Tell me, sweetness, what do ye want?”
“I want…I want ye to…”
“Suck on your nipples?” he murmured, sucking one into his mouth.
“Oh…” Her back arched.
He chuckled against her flesh, delighted in her innocent reaction, her pure expression of pleasure and desire.
She raked her nails down his back, thrusting her chest upward. He answered her call for more, teasing her relentlessly with his mouth against her flesh.
He moved upward and buried his face against her neck, caressing her thighs up and down with his fingertips, tugging the sheet higher and higher.
His pants grew tighter and tighter as his cock engorged. He’d never been harder in his life. What was it about this lass that gave him this reaction?
He couldn’t wait any longer to touch the center of her. Shifting to the side, he trailed a hand over her hip, across her flat belly and to the triangle of soft curls covering her core. He moved his mouth to her lips and kissed her gently, teasing her lips as he teased the folds of her sex with his fingers. He found her pleasure bud and stroked over it with his thumb. Faryn moaned into his mouth, her hips bucking upward. He smiled against her mouth, continuing to stroke her pearl as he moved two fingers to slide inside her wet warmth.
She was tight, so damn tight, against his fingers. His cock jumped as he imagined burying himself to the hilt within her. But before he did that, he needed to show her the pleasure he’d promised. He wanted to feel her flutter and clench against his fingers, feel her writhe and pulse beneath him, hear her cries of pleasure before he took her. He wanted to hear her tell him that she wanted him. That she needed him.
Needed. Where had that come from? He’d never wanted anyone to need him before. No indeed. Even scarier was that it wasn’t just a want for her to need him, he needed her to need him. Wraith thrust the disturbing thoughts aside and focused on the woman beneath him. Her hips moved against his hand as he stroked. Her moans were more frequent, her breathing erratic. The walls of her slick sex grew tighter and tighter as she clenched her muscles.
Then, there it was. The flutter and clench against his fingers that he sought. She writhed beneath him. Fingernails raked down his back, her mouth open against his as she shrieked her pleasure.
Wraith did not wait for her to recover. Instead, he demanded she look at him. Her eyes opened slowly and something jerked inside his chest. Her gaze was passion filled, needy.
“Noir… I…”
“Shh… Just tell me ye want me,” he whispered.
“Aye, aye, I want ye,” she said quickly.
He unlaced his breeches, too desperate to be inside her to yank them off all the way, only releasing his engorged arousal.
“My legs,” she protested. “I want to wrap them around ye.”
His blood surged at her words, and he was eager to have her long, soft legs wrapped around him. He’d forgotten all about her legs being tied up. Forgotten all about their audience as well. Someone stepped forward and freed her legs, which she lifted her legs tentatively and curled around his hips. There was a spark of panic in her eyes that made him wonder if she hadn’t been aware of their audience after all. He leaned down, their gazes still locked. “Look at me, Faryn. Only me.”
She swallowed, her lower lip trembling but still she nodded, eyes fastened on his. Wraith pressed his forehead to hers, kissed her lips, sucking the bottom one into his mouth to still her trembling.
“Will ye say it again, lass?” he murmured.