Excerpt Copyright @ 2019 Kara Griffin
Rhyder’s chuckle died in his throat and his eyes fastened on
hers. “You’re even more beautiful than I imagined. I will not rush this for I’m
not of the same mind. I don’t want it to be over. Are you certain you’re ready?”
He stepped closer to her but kept a few feet distance.
“Aye, I am. It’s your turn to undress. Is that not how this
works?”
He flashed a grin. “It is. Very well, sweet lass.” Once his
breeches were removed, they stood face to face. Neither was willing to make the
first move.
Katriona’s voice shook when she asked, “Should we…kiss?”
Rhyder took her in his arms. His body was warm against hers
and oddly pleasing. Katriona closed her eyes and waited for him to kiss her and
tried to disregard the emotions he was emitting. After a moment, she opened her
eyes and searched his face for rejection, certain he wanted nothing to do with
her.
“I want you to enjoy being with me.” He pressed a light kiss
on her lips, then another, and another.
Katriona pulled him close and settled her hands on his hips.
She responded to the passionate way his mouth moved over hers. He groaned when
she met his tongue. The kiss turned breathless, and she took a gasp of air
before settling her mouth back on his. He wouldn’t let her back away and kept
her pressed against him. Her breasts strained against his chest and ached to be
touched. His mouth ravished hers with hard and soft kisses and each twirl of
his tongue sent her further into chaos. She found kissing him enjoyable and
recalled him asking if she felt it after the ceremony. The ‘it’ he mentioned
was definitely desire.
But there was more than desire and the feelings swarming him
earlier needed great reflection. When her hand joined his, the touch brought forth a rush of emotions—many of his sentiments
which she had yet to understand or consider.
His hands roamed over her skin, warming her. Rhyder forced
her backward until they fell upon the bedding. Katriona kept hold of him and
closed her eyes when his mouth moved to her neck, shoulder, and finally her chest. His hot breath heated her breast.
She gasped at his mouth on her nipple … the sensations teeming
her body in pleasurable twinges of need. She didn’t know kissing would be so
affecting. Not only was she affected by his tenderness, but she was able to
refute her gift for she couldn’t sense his emotions now.
“Katy, relax.” He settled his hand on her stomach.
She hadn’t realized how stiff she was until he mentioned it.
“I’m sorry I’ve never done anything like this—”
“I should hope not. Sweet lass, I promise to go slow.”
“I would rather you not.”
He groaned and placed his lips on her navel. “If you
insist…” Rhyder set his fingers on her womanhood and caressed her.
The sensations of his caresses sent strange pulses to her
insides. As if her heart beat with each of his caresses, a frenzied mien
overtook her. It was peculiar to have someone touch her in her most intimate
place, but the strangeness lent to a longing. Katriona huffed at the ardent way
he touched her and wanted more.
“Am I hurting you?”
She tossed her head back and moaned. “Oh, nay. It feels…good…so
good.”
He continued to stroke her and ply her lips with torrent
kisses. Katriona concentrated on the sensations of his touch and the marvelous
way his mouth moved over hers.
Rhyder entered her and stilled. “If you want me to stop, say
so now for if I continue I won’t be able to stop.”
She shook her head. “Nay, don’t stop. Please just…don’t…kill me.” Her plea died on her lips.
He groaned and whispered by her ear, “Only with pleasure,
sweet lass.”
“With pleasure,” she grated out and wished she hadn’t spoken
about killing, for the sensations so far had been pleasurable.
The initial invasion forced her body forward. A sting
brought forth her gasp, but he settled her with a gentle kiss. He kept a
tumultuous pace, meeting her body with his. Heat coiled inside her and suddenly
she came undone. A rush of wondrous sensations overtook her body, heart, and
mind. She didn’t know if she screamed.
He kissed her tenderly now and breathed laboriously until
his groan vibrated her lips. His body stilled and his skin hot. She wasn’t as
chilled as she was earlier when she’d disrobed. Katriona pressed a hand along
his arm to his shoulder, hoping to tell him how much she enjoyed being with him.
She couldn’t cease touching him and was gladdened her gift abated while they
made love.
Rhyder’s groan low in his throat rose to a guttural sound
and he stilled and shouted. “Sweet fucking God.” He pulled away and rolled onto
his back. He looked upward at the rafters and seemed irked. His breath labored
and his scowl fierce.
“Did I disappoint you? Next time, tell me what to do and I
shall—”
“Next time? So you’re admitting to liking it and agreeing to
a next time?” He flashed a grin. “Nay,
sweet lass, you pleased me well. If I was more pleasured I’d be…” Rhyder
trailed off and kissed her neck. He’d die a tormented death, but oh so
satisfyingly pleasured.
“That is good to know. I wanted to be courageous.” She
pulled a cover over her body. Being exposed brought forth her shyness.
Rhyder took her hand and settled it on his
chest. “A Pendragon is always courageous.”
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