Sexy Scene - Pendragon's Princess (Mystic Maidens of Britain - Book 1)

Sexy Scene - Pendragon's Princess (Mystic Maidens of Britain - Book 1)
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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Sexy Scene - Undeniable Heart (Legend of the King's Guard - Book 4)

Sexy Scene - Undeniable Heart (Legend of the King's Guard - Book 4)
Excerpt copyright @ 2019 Kara Griffin

“When you’re near, I cannot think of anything but …”

Dallis hid her grin, knowing what caused his distraction. Truth be told, she had the same malady. When he was near, she couldn’t focus on naught but him.

“Do you want to kiss me?”

He answered by yanking her against him and settling his mouth against hers. Dallis responded to his ardent passion and wrapped her good arm around his waist. His body pressed hers and she delighted in the feel of him against her.

Brodin continued to kiss her, assailing her lips with the pressure of his. He was patient, much more than she. She wanted more. Dallis perused his chest with the tips of her fingers. The splay of her hand over his tunic dejected her for she wanted, needed to touch his skin. She dislodged the wrapping over her injured shoulder and let it fall to the ground. After a few seconds of untying the closure at his neck, she set her palm over the throng of his heart.

Never had she expected to react to the touch of a man’s chest, but this was Brodin and his heart pounded against her hand. His fingers spread open against her back and kept her from pulling away. She forced her hand on his jaw and got him to relent.

“You make me forget myself.” He continued to hold her close.

“You make me joyful.” She leaned her forehead on his chest and breathed deeply, taking in the essence of him.

He raised her chin with his warm fingers. “Joyful? I’ve never heard it put like that.”

She suspected he’d made fun of her but she didn’t scold him for it. “I don’t know what to call it, but your kisses bring me joy.”

Brodin rubbed his thumb on her cheek and grinned. “It’s called passion or some call it desire. Aye, pure desire, lovely.” He set his lips on hers again.

Dallis reveled at being in his embrace. But she wanted more than kisses. She wanted to experience more of the passion he’d spoken about. She broke free of the kiss and leaned against him. Setting heated breathy kisses on his neck; his skin soft yet firm beneath her lips.

She whispered, “I want to touch you.”

“Are you certain, lass?”

“I’m sure. This passion, ah, desire, you speak of pleases me.” She pushed the fabric of his tunic from his shoulders and caressed his hard skin. “You’re strong.”

“Aye, and you’re soft.” He shifted the fabric from her shoulder and placed a kiss on her bared skin. “I want to kiss you everywhere.”

Dallis groaned, for warmth shot through her as though she was set afire. She wanted him to and the thought of his lips on her body sent shivers mingling with a warmth down her spine. “Show me this passion. I want to understand.”

He pulled her hand and sauntered to a large tree. Its branches dropped a good amount of leaves which blanketed the ground. The early autumn scent of the fallen leaves filled the air. Brodin pulled the length of his tartan from his body and fanned it out. “There’s much to this passion. It may take a wee bit of time to show you. You’ll find it more than joyous.” He grinned and settled her back with a gentle push.

Dallis lay back and held her breath. The anticipation of his touch sent a strange aura through her body. Each touch of his fingers, each inch of skin bared, each agonizing moment tensed her heart.

Brodin took painstaking time to remove her gown. The afternoon breeze played over her skin and sent an enmeshing of goose bumps in its wake. She helped him remove his tunic and stared at the musculature of his chest. The ripples of his abdomen drew her fingers. She marveled at how firm and taut his skin was. She gasped when Brodin took her breast in hand and kissed her flushed skin. His hot mouth drew in her nipple. Words wouldn’t form on her tongue and her mouth went dry as she watched amazed by what he was doing. She muttered a please, but couldn’t voice any further thought.

Brodin lay on his side and leaned on his elbow. “I’ve dreamed of this moment.”

Dallis shook. “You have?”

“Aye since that day when you stood in Rohan’s tub naked as the day ye were born. I swore you were an angel. You impressed me when you took off the English garb. Why did you do that?”

“To impress you. I didn’t want you to think I feared you.”

He chuckled. “Did I frighten you?” Brodin grinned as if he intended to.

“Aye, terrified more like. Why didn’t you look away when I removed the garment? I’d deem with your sensibilities, you’d do the honorable thing.” It was a question she’d pondered since that day and now hopefully she’d get an answer. Dallis elbowed him.

He bellowed a laugh. “No one has ever accused me of having sensibilities, lass. Ah, but I should’ve looked away. I couldn’t though. Are you still frightened of me?”

She shook her head. “Nay, not anymore.”

“Your shoulder … are you still hurting?”

“It’s a wee bit tender but doesn’t pain me. Show me your passion. I am unfamiliar with—”

As if she’d given him free rein, he swarmed her with kisses and caresses. His hard body flanked hers and she marveled at his strength. Dallis’ head swam with the desirous actions of his movements. She returned his caresses and kisses wholeheartedly. Brodin touched her in places she’d never dreamed a person would be touched, but it fell too pleasurable to protest.

He set her hand on his hard length and she gently squeezed him. Brodin groaned and she thought she’d hurt him until he moaned and repossessed her mouth for a searing kiss.

“Ah that feels incredible, lovely, keep touching me. Squeeze harder.” He thrust against her hand and his lips parted as if he enjoyed the forceful touch.

As she did as he asked, he kissed her beneath her chin, sending his lips in a torrent of heat along the trail of her throat. Brodin withdrew her hand and settled his body over her.

“You make me hot. I want to make you the same. Are you burning for me, lovely?”

“I am. Please … Stop the ache.”

“Is the ache here?” He cupped between her legs and she nodded.

Dallis scrunched her eyes closed when he pressed himself into her. The unfamiliar invasion almost forced her to draw away, but a fluttering tingled betwixt her legs and she decided to see what he intended.

Brodin moved and forced the breath from her. She panted at the stinging sensation, but then it subsided, and as if he was supposed to be there, she delighted in each swift thrust. Happily, she met his body and an intense sensation swarmed her. She lost control of her emotions and cried out. It was the most euphoric feeling she’d ever experienced. It took a good long moment for her to recover.

Brodin grunted and stiffened. He shouted and continuously lunged his body against hers. She soothed him with nonsensical words and caressed his shoulders. At once he ceased moving and fell atop her. Dallis hugged him close and didn’t want to release him, but he forced her to when he rolled to his side.

“Lovely, you’ve done me in.” He groaned and rolled onto his back. “I should tell you now, I’m not good at relationships.”

“Nay, I didn’t suspect you were. What are you good at, Brodin?” Why did she ask him that? She knew right well what he was good at and they’d shared it a moment ago.

“Killing.”

“Killing? Do you jest?” She scowled at his answer.

“Aye, I’m good at killing. It’s all I need.”

“Are you trying to frighten me?”

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Sexy Scene - Fearless Heart (Legend of the King's Guard - Book 3)

Sexy Scene - Fearless Heart (Legend of the King's Guard - Book 3)
Excerpt Copyright @ 2019 Kara Griffin

He grabbed her and lifted her from the ground. With his forehead against hers, he took a resigned breath. “I’m fighting damned hard, Sweetness, not to kiss you.”

“I wish you wouldn’t … fight it.”

He felt the light touch of her lips and any restraint that existed within him completely vanished. Heath held her tightly while his mouth ravished hers. Desire as strong as the halest wind swept through him. Damn the consequences, damn his oath to God, damn his suspicions. Heath set her upon the bed and used his body to press her back. He daren’t break free of their kiss certain some sense of sanity would come to him.

For once in his life, he did want he wanted and without restriction.

His rough hand caressed the soft curves of her body. Lillia moaned for she was affected as much as he. When his hand moved to her breast, she stiffened. He was about to withdraw, but she pressed her hand over his and sucked his lower lip. The swell of her bosom felt soft and yet supple. He wanted to taste her skin, to relish in her scent, and lose himself in the essence of her.

Heath swore he’d go slowly. Even with his somewhat vast experience with women, Lillia deserved to be wooed gently and yet the wherewithal to do so eluded him. He cared and that pounded his heart more ferociously than any fight he’d ever participated in.

Her hands distracted him when the smoothness of her fingers trailed the hard muscle of his bare thigh. She’d bunched the fabric of his tartan and uncovered his leg. The sensual urges of that small, but lustful action heated his blood and his manhood throbbed. Her small body fit perfectly against him, and he kept her still using his legs, arms, body.

He dislodged his mouth and rasped. “Lillia, tell me to cease. Tell me I’m hurting you. Make me stop before it’s too late.”

Her eyes clouded with desire. “I cannot, won’t. What you’re doing … feels too incredible.”

Heath lowered the bodice of her overdress and shifted the material of her chemise until he bared her breast. His mouth sought the taut nipple, and he knew there was no turning back. He disrobed her within seconds and helped her to remove his tartan and tunic.

The gentle caress of her hands on his naked chest drove him wild. He shifted his body to sidle hers and pressed the hardness of his member against her leg. She moaned and used her leg to keep him lodged against her. It took all his will not to take her then, but he cautioned himself. Lillia needed to be wooed gently.

Heath slid his hands down her soft skin until he reached her womanhood. As soon as he touched her, he pulled back from their kiss.

“I cannot stop now, Sweetness. There’s no turning back.”

“I don’t want to stop, Heath. Touch me. Hold me and whatever you do, don’t let go.”

He nodded. With one arm holding her, he used his other hand to undo the belt that kept his tartan around his waist. Once freed of it, he grinned down at her.

“You’re mine now, Lillia Hunter.”

“I have always been yours, Heath Fraser.” She cradled his face with her hand and watched him with a doe-eyed gaze.

“I’ll try to be gentle,” he said in a husky voice, but suspected he was too far gone to take such care. And yet, she likely had never coupled before. Before he could ponder that thought, she jerked her hips forward.

“Wait not, Heath. Can you not tell how much I want this?” her words rushed out in a whisper.

He joined their bodies with gentle thrusts until mindless desire swept over him. Her womb was tight but passion aided him and slickened the entrance. His movements hastened and his breath labored. Lillia shrieked and moaned until she gasped and gripped his hair. She forced him to kiss her lips again and then she came completely undone in his arms. With each thrust of his hips, she writhed beneath him and continued to use her hands to touch him wherever she could reach. He was lost in the perilous aura of sensual lust and desire. Her body ensnared him, bringing him to the edge of wondrous recklessness.

Heath set light kisses along her face and neck. Tears shimmered in her honey-colored eyes and he used a thumb to wipe an errant one away. He kept control until then or at least he tried to. Watching her culminate shattered him and brought forth his own ending. His existence waned in that moment and he stilled and shouted at the mind-rending torture of his climax.

He was certain he’d died until the pounding of his heart forced him to take even breaths.  Lillia moved beneath him and he shifted his weight and rolled to his side. He closed his eyes and tried to bring his breath to measure. He was worse than a biting midge. Nay, worse than a thousand biting midges. He’d done what he set out not to, and yet he held no remorse. Mayhap a wee bit.

“Heath, will you not look at me?”

“Nay.” He kept his eyes closed.

“Why?” She rubbed her hand along his shoulder. “Tell me, you’re disappointed?”

“You’re too bonny. I’m far from disappointed, Sweetness. It’s because … if I look at ye, I’ll only want to kiss you and perhaps take you again.”

She laughed. “Truly? That’s not such a bad thing.”

“This changes nothing.”

“Of course not. I wouldn’t change a thing about you.” She kissed his shoulder, but said nothing more.

Heath groaned. “I mean it. I won’t bend to your will, Lilla. But damnation, you’re too bonny to resist. You ken that?”

“I’m glad we were together. I could lie here with you forever. I would be with you a hundred times more even if it meant that I would—”

He leaned up and kissed her hard. The kiss turned sultry, and he flinched but continued to hold her face. He was right where he wanted to be even if it was wrong and even if the consequences damned him.

Heath retreated and stood. He collected his garments and set them on the table. “Gather your things. We should dress and have our discussion.”

She slunk from the bed and stood next to him in all her naked glory. He almost looked away, but couldn’t. Lillia had the body of a temptress, he was certain of it, for he couldn’t cease gazing at her if he tried. She used her hand and glided it over his stomach until she reached his chest, her fingers drummed the center.

“I don’t want to talk. I adore how passionately you kiss me. Can we not do that again?” She flashed a heart-melting smile at him. “Kiss until the morn breaks?”

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Sexy Scene - Unbreakable Heart (Legend of the King's Guard - Book 2)

Sexy Scene - Unbreakable Heart (Legend of the King's Guard - Book 2)
Excerpt Copyright @ 2019 Kara Griffin

Disrobing a virgin had to be the most daunting task for any new husband. He wanted her naked and beneath him with her soft body reassuring him of the passion that flowed between them. Liam eased the fabric of her gown higher, but her hands kept him from lifting it further.

“You need to unclasp it from the back.”

He held out his hand and drew her to her feet. Liam wanted to rip the vexing garment off her and have his way with her. Instead, he took a calming breath and turned her around. He found the clasps hidden by a seam down the center of her back. Once each clasp was undone, he slid his finger along the soft skin now exposed to him. With a gentle touch, he shifted the fabric at her shoulders until the gown fell down her arms.

She stepped out of the puddled garment, but wouldn’t turn and face him.

Liam pulled his tunic over his head and tossed it onto the ground. He kept the tartan around his waist in place so he wouldn’t intimidate her already frightened sensibilities.

He wanted to touch her and pulled her back against his bared chest. The fabric of her scanty chemise did little to warm her, but his skin would heat her soon enough. He was hot. Desire wreaked havoc through him and scorched his blood with taunting need. Liam smoothed his rough hands down her arms, content for now to be touching her.

“Are you going to hide from me?”

She turned and set her hands on his chest. “No. What do you want me to do?”

He caressed her cheek with the backs of his fingers. “Kiss me.”

Liam set his arms around her and pressed his hands on her back, bringing her close. He held her with one hand and used the other to tilt her head. Her green eyes misted with passion. His lips took possession of hers. The longer he kissed her the more his body reminded him of his need. But he also remembered that this was his wife, his virgin wife, a woman who needed to be wooed not ravished.

Hell, he needed to slow down. But his hands didn’t heed that thought as they perused her, touching, squeezing, and caressing her. Liam half-drug her to the bed and without dislodging his mouth, set her gently down. His body covered hers and his hand moved to the fleshy mound of her breast. It was all he could do to remind himself to breathe.

Makenna in-turn caressed him, moving and soothing his shoulders, arms, and back with her tender touch. He groaned at the pleasure her hands evoked. The arousing torment rode him and Liam didn’t like the slip of his restraint. He broke free of their kiss and rasped as he set his head in the crook of her shoulder. Maintaining control was going to be more difficult than the thought.

He set light kisses at the soft skin on the base of her neck. She shifted her leg against him and writhed.

“You feel nice. I like touching you,” she said, trailing her fingers over his abdomen.

“Do you ken how much I want you?” He suspected she wanted him, but not nearly as much as he wanted her. He tucked his fingers beneath her chemise and pushed it upward then slid them down until he came in contact with the wetness of her sex.

She moaned when his fingers explored her, gently easing in and rubbing her with strokes of his intent. “Ah, love, you’re sweet.” He leaned forward and kissed her while he continued to pleasure her with his fingers.

Liam groaned, knowing how good it would be between them. She was ready for him, but she was tight. The last thing he wanted was to hurt her. He pulled away and set his forehead against hers. With a resigned breath, he swore to take it slow. Only she wouldn’t let him.

She unfastened his belt and shoved the tartan at his waist away. Her hand smoothed its way over his hips and the curve of his arse. Liam held his breath and released it when she pulled his face to look at her. Her blush was verily bonny and her lips well-flushed.

“Liam, I want to … need to … need you.”

“I ken you do, sweetheart, but we should go slow. I promised not to hurt you, but I—”

“Don’t make me wait.” Her words were a whispered plea.

He tried to be as gentle as he could when he entered her. He was nearly there when he heard her gasp. Liam stilled, he lifted his head and told her with his eyes how much she pleased him. He couldn’t speak and gritted his teeth.

She calmed a moment later and reclaimed him when she wrapped her legs around his hips. He thrust until he broke through her maidenhead, the entire time he continued to kiss her cries away.

“Love, look at me.”

Her scrunched eyes opened and she relaxed.

“The pain will subside. Now comes the pleasurable part.”

Her smile dazzled him. “You promise?”

“Aye,” he said, and shifted his hips and teased her with short, purposeful movements.

Makenna squealed a sound of pleasure and gripped his shoulders. She held him firmly, and for dear life as her nails pierced him. It was all the sign Liam needed. He released the constraint he’d placed on himself. His thrusts turned to haste and he became mindless as desire swept over him. What little control he maintained fled with each moan from her sweet lips.

He continued to caress her, kiss her, and used every wile to coerce her desire. Her womb tightened around his rod, sending urgent longing within him. He thrashed madly when the first rivets of her culmination reverberated and squeezed his length. Liam groaned, knowing he was about to meet his end. But damnation, she needed to get there before him.

She trembled and continued to touch him. Liam gritted his teeth again and steeled himself. He swore he wouldn’t climax until she was good and ready to meet him. He did the only thing that came to mind and bespoke vulgar, yet sexy words of encouragement. His words whispered near her ear drew her rush of breath.

“Ah, that’s it, love, find your way. Feel me inside you? Give yourself to me.” He jerked his body forward with such force, she yelled out. He kept up the tumultuous movements until she lay back, lethargic in his arms and sated.

His climax consumed him. Liam stilled and let the shattering torment of his body release. His growl came with the volatile banging of his heart. When he could breathe again, he pressed the locks of her hair away from her face and kissed her gently by her wounded ear.

“By God, I love that,” he muttered, but kept her secure against him.

She touched his face and smiled. “I believe I love it too.” Makenna laughed. “I find it silly that I feared it.”

Liam slid his body to her side and pulled her against him. “You won’t ever fear me, Makenna. Say it. I want the words.”

“Nay, I shan’t ever fear you, Liam.”

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Sexy Scene - Conquered Heart (Legend of the King's Guard - Book 1)

Sexy Scene - Conquered Heart (Legend of the King's Guard - Book 1)
Excerpt Copyright @ 2019 Kara Griffin

“I want to see you, sweet lass. Do you mind if I…” He tugged at the ties of her overdress until they loosened enough. The material fell from her body, and she stepped out of the heap at her feet. The shift she wore barely covered her. He gently edged the straps from her shoulders until it too fell away.

Kerrigan never stood in front of a man before without any garments on. She was tempted to use her hands to cover herself.

“Your blush is bonnie, lass. You’re more beautiful than I imagined.”

“Do I get the same pleasure?”

He nodded and held his hands outward. “Come, undress me.”

She thought her fingers would fall off as much as they shook, but she was determined and undaunted. She made quick work of the ties of his tunic and loosened them. With a hard tug, she released his shirt from the heavy belt, which held the tartan at his waist. Once she had that done, she pulled the tunic over his head and revealed the expanse of his chest. He stood before her, disrobed except for the tartan at his waist and his boots. She caressed his arm and gently ran her fingers over the wounds he’d gotten. “Handsome.”

“There’s more.”

“Oh, indeed.” She laughed and returned to the front of him and held his belt. As soon as she unfastened it, the belt dropped to the ground. Kerrigan gasped at the view before her. She’d seen naked men before, for the soldiers at Moray’s keep were not bashful. Not one compared to the man who stood before her now.

She took her time eyeing his magnificent body. He was a warrior, a fighter who took several strikes evidenced by the scars, which marred his legs, arms, back, chest–everywhere. How she wanted to touch each one.

“No sympathies, wife.”

“Nay, none.” She stepped around him, and her hand followed her wake. She glided over the hard confines of his abdomen, over his manly hips, over the hard curve of his arse. “Very lovely.”

He laughed. “Are you through?”

“I’ve just begun.”

“You’re finished for now unless you want an inept husband on your wedding night. Besides, I have yet to look at you. Let me see you.”

Brazenly, she stepped back and allowed his view of her body. Her skin heated and flushed at his intimate perusal.

“Your breasts are perfect.” He held his chin in hand and the other held his elbow, surmising her with a devilish glint in his eye. “Aye, you’ll do.”

She gasped and gave him a shove.

“A bonnier lass, I’ve never seen. Come, I want to kiss you.” He took her arm and helped her to sit beside him.

Kerrigan couldn’t take her gaze from him. He knelt in front of her and took her hands in his. She wanted to touch him, to feel his hard muscles on her palms, but she refrained and waited to see what he would do.

“Kiss me, Kerrigan.”

She leaned forward and placed a kiss on his mouth. He held her hips and kept his lips against hers. Her heart raced knowing what was to come. The first time, she feared what they’d do, unaware of what a woman experienced her first time with a man. She’d heard several maids discuss their first time and Galyn gave her a fair idea of what to expect. It always sounded barbaric to her until sensual longing changed her mind.

Her fear was misplaced though, because Graeme touched her with gentle hands as he was doing now. He shifted his hands to her shoulders and his mouth moved to the side of her neck. Kerrigan wrapped her arms around his waist and held him as close as she could. He guided her to lie upon the tartan and she looked up at him. His expression was serious.

“I want to kiss every spot on your body.”

She drew in a harsh breath when his mouth took her breast. He didn’t stay long there but moved to her midsection and placed light kisses on her flesh. Each touch of his lips caused her abdomen to flinch and desire to twine itself to her femininity.

Kerrigan closed her eyes and concentrated on his mouth when a shocking thing occurred. He spread her legs and used his fingers to pleasure her. She came off the ground, but he settled her with his hand.

He finished sooner than she expected and gazed at her. “I could stay here forever.”

“I couldn’t bear it.” She reached out, holding her hand for him to take, but he spread her legs apart and pushed himself into her. His movement caused a slow excruciated pleasure to throng between her legs. Kerrigan looked up at his eyes dark with passion. He kept his eyes fastened to hers as he moved within her. With each thrust, she shrieked as pain and pleasure collided. He kept to a pace and all she could do was spiral in the delight of it.

“Lass hurry, because I cannot wait.” He shifted forward and leaned on his elbows.

Her eyes widened when he bespoke what he would do to her. It was shocking but oh so stirring as culmination overtook her. She cried out and with his body’s force, she exploded in a rash of uncontrolled emotions.

Graeme touched her face, spoke gentle words, and finished with, “Lass, how I love you.”

He ceased moving and with a grunt and shout, stiffened. After a moment of his downfall, he collapsed atop her. She groaned when she was able to shift her legs. Graeme cuddled her side, and his breath rasped from exertion.

“How I love you, husband.” The words fell easy from her lips for from this day she would be his and he hers.

He lightly kissed her lips and spoke in Gaelic, “You are the love of my life.” Graeme settled next to her, his hand rubbed the base of her throat. The warmth of his fingers relaxed her.

She reached under his chin and lifted his face. She spoke in Gaelic in return, “Aye and you are the love of my life.”

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Sexy Scene - In Love With A Warrior (Gunn Guardsman - Book 4)

Sexy Scene - In Love With A Warrior (Gunn Guardsman - Book 4)
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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