Excerpt Copyright @ 2019 Kara Griffin
Someone
attacked him and forced him back onto a table. The flat sword blade thrust
against his neck and cut off his breath. He shoved the blade away and made out
her face.
“Emlyn.”
She
withdrew her sword and pulled back. “James.” His name was a sultry whisper on
her lips. She dropped her sword and threw herself in his arms.
James
caught her and when she set her mouth on his, he was swarmed with lust. Their
kiss verged to vehement and frantic. He held her close and reveled at her in
his arms again. He couldn’t get enough of her mouth and continued to kiss her
as if he was ravenous. Her hands gripped his tunic, and the surrounding air cooled
him when she stripped it from his body. James kept his mouth fused with hers
and surrendered to her siren’s tongue’s call. No woman kissed him as
seductively or fervently before. He vowed to enjoy every second.
Emlyn
caressed his bared chest and her fingers squeezed and pinched him. James leaned
back against the table and pulled her to stand between his legs. He undid the
ties of her tunic and pulled it over her head and broke off their kiss. He
leaned his head against hers and caressed her shoulder. Her breasts vied
attention beneath the thin material of her shift and he took the weight in his
hand. He used his tongue to tease and harden her nipples. She moaned and held
on to his shoulders and gasped.
“James,
please… Can you not tell how much I want you? This is not the time to tease.”
“Aye,
it is, lovely. I want to touch you everywhere and I won’t be content until I
do.” He caressed her body with his rough hands and roamed at will. James tugged
the closure of her breeches until he loosened it. She stepped out of the
garment and seductively removed her shift. It was all too much and James
growled, anxiously wanting her to rid it. When she stood before him, James likened
her to a vixen, one who held him in complete rapture.
“Let
me look at you.”
She
stepped back and his eyes took in the musculature of her arms and legs. Emlyn
was as fit as a warrior, but her muscles were delicate. Her hands and feet
dainty, her hips curvaceous, and her chest speckled with the same freckles on
her face. When he remembered to breathe, he took a breath.
“I
didn’t get to enjoy this view the other night. You are beyond beautiful,
Emlyn.”
She
stepped into his embrace and caressed his arms until she reached the bulge of
her bicep. “Not as strong as you,” she said in a whisper.
James
unbelted his tartan and let his garment fall to join hers. He hopped on the
table and pulled her on to his lap. He wanted nothing more than to be inside
her—knowing nullity from their previous encounter. Emlyn sat astride him and
placed her hands on his shoulders for support. She leaned close and kissed his
chin, his cheek, his nose, and finally his mouth. Her sweet lips brushed
lightly over his and caused him to moan, for he wanted to taste her again.
She
settled her mouth against his, and James thought the coy gesture was utterly
feminine. It was unexpected. In this, she couldn’t help but be the sweet,
willing lass he’d hoped she’d be. James leaned back on his elbows in awe when she
took hold of his erection and guided it to her woman’s essence. He couldn’t
hold back a groan of pleasure when he entered the wet, warmth of her body.
“Am
I hurting you?”
“Nay,
I’m yours to command, lovely. Do with me what you will. Tell me what you want?”
Emlyn
raised her body and lowered herself onto him. The movement caused him to grit
his teeth, for he pulsed with the need to ram inside her. It took a will he barely
possessed to remain still and allow her untried movements.
“Hold
my hips and help me move,” she commanded.
Instead,
James placed his hands beneath her thighs and forced her body to clash against
his. He closed his eyes and basked in the glory of their joining. He wished he
remembered their last encounter, because this one damned near, pleasantly
tortured him. Emlyn slowed and tossed her head back. She was as lost in passion,
and he took over from there and jerked his hips to meet her. He continued to
thrust, and they rasped with the exertion of their hasty movements. James
slowed and took hold of her waist. He flipped her onto her back and laughed
when she gasped.
“It’s
my turn, love.” He settled between her legs and thrust deep. She withered
beneath him and huffed. James got caught in listening to her sweet wails he
lessened his movements.
Emlyn
cried out, and James suspected she neared culmination. He kept to the teased
pace. She shrieked his name, and he moaned when her woman’s core tightened and
convulsed around his erection. Sweet tumultuous torture wracked him. James
couldn’t hold back and was a beast.
Pleasure
entwined his veins, and he shook with magnanimous force. He thrust and stayed
planted, for his body hardened and he released a ground-out breath in a
guttural call. He was embraced in a paralyzed orgasm of which he’d never
experienced. His breath rasped and when he opened his eyes, he found her
watching him closely. He tried to compose himself, for if he had to move, he
would likely fall. She writhed against him and his body continued to shake.
“God
Almighty, James, I’m mad for you. You’re incredible.” She stroked his arms and
smiled.
“Being
with you contents me. You fit nicely in my arms.” James held her until she
ceased the pleasurable caresses. He pulled away and gave her a hand to help her
up. Emlyn threw her legs over the side of the table and sat next to him,
shoulder to shoulder.
“Is
it like that all the time?”
He
grinned, for he was about to tell a falsehood. “Aye, it is.”
Emlyn’s
sweet laughter flowed through him.
“I
cannot believe you came to me. Does this mean what I deem it to mean?”
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