Highlander's Touch: Medieval Romance (The Fae Book 3)

The rosy tips begged to be sucked on and he dived in, wrapped his mouth around one hard nub and as her legs quivered against his, her soft moans urging him on, he took her nipple deeper into his mouth and sucked, hard.

She cried out and he nearly did too, this moment one he’d forever cherish, never wished to awaken from, this woman forever in his heart and always in his dreams. Hell, of course she’d wed Matthew, and he’d committed himself to Elizabeth, but this moment was made in the heavenly realm of his fantasies and he intended to let no one else intrude upon it.

He popped her nipple free of his mouth, lifted up and captured her lips. He wanted to drink her in, to slide his tongue into the moist recesses of her mouth and taste her very essence. Inhaling her white rose scent, one that had haunted him these past sixteen months, he consumed her with one passionate kiss after another.

He got drunk on her, and she melted into him, one hand roaming down his side and over his hot shaft. She wrapped her fingers around him, made him whimper and turned his body into a blaze of roaring heat. Pulling back an inch so he didn’t come right then and there, he flicked her ear with his tongue and rumbled, “I want to taste every inch of you, for you to shatter against my mouth. Does the thought of that frighten you in any way?”

“Shattering sounds splendid.” A sultry haze darkened her eyes. “I love how you speak to me.”

“There are so many things I want to do to you, and for you to do to me.”

“Tell me.”

“I want you to take me in your mouth and stroke me with your tongue, to have you sitting on top of me and riding me hard. I want to pulse deep inside you and never let you go.” He’d never spoken to her like this in his life, but in his dreams he could. She was everything to him and always had been, and his cock was weeping for more. Hard as a hammer, he wanted to take her to the edge of reason right along with him, and he fully intended to.

“With Kyla now wed we can be together as one.” She glided one finger over the tip of his erection, so damn teasingly.

“Grip me proper.”

“Those are three words I want to hear you say every night for the rest of our lives.” She swirled over the head, stroked down his length right to the base and softly cupped his balls. “Promise me you will.”

“Woman,” he growled and jerked in her hold. “You are a wicked temptress.” He eased down her body, intent on making this dream-filled night count. Scraping his cheek across the soft skin of the upper swells of her breasts, he rumbled his pleasure.

More. He had to have more, and aching for another taste of her sweet nipples, he circled the pointed tips with his tongue, first one and then the other, and as he did, she sank her fingers into his hair. He devoured her, from her breasts to the flat plane of her belly and down each of her legs until he laid between them and nuzzled her inner thighs.

Heat rushed forth and a sweet honeyed scent encapsulated him. She was so incredibly wet. With one finger sliding into her womanhood, he delved deep, his blood rushing through his body and making him twice as hard in mere seconds. Damn, if he wasn’t careful, he’d come before she did, and that he couldn’t allow, not even within this dream.

“Oooh, so close.” She dropped her head back, her eyes closing and back arching.

“I’m beyond close.” He pushed her legs farther apart, his senses burning into a frenzy of need. She was like an elixir of the most decadent sort, tantalizing and teasing him beyond his endurance.

Aye, no more could he wait.

He caressed the wicked heat of her passage, fondled her deep and allowed his hunger for her to roar forth and consume him. He wanted one taste below, intended on stroking her there with his tongue, only she wriggled down and gripped his cock.

With an incredibly possessive touch, she rolled her thumb over the head of his shaft, which made the fiery burn sizzling at the base of his spine ricochet around and blaze to the tip of his dick.

Pre-come oozed forth, his cock weeping for more and she pumped him, just as he’d done with himself in the tub. His cock filled and lengthened further. Hell, no more. He couldn’t take any more.

With his blood roaring, he drove two fingers into her and touched a spot that had her crying out his name and shuddering against him. Her inner muscles clamped down on his fingers and dragged them ever deeper inside her, right where he wanted his cock. Only too late. She was coming and so was he. His essence spurted free in one long and hot rush between her fingers and he roared his pleasure before slumping onto his side next to her.

Everything darkened, his dream disappearing so swiftly as exhaustion took him.