Page 57 of The Scald Crow
“She came by?” The warmth in his voice touched my heart. Sure, he made me feel things others could not. But could I trust him with my heart? Not yet. Not yet.
The ravens took flight, leaving the tall grass and scattering through the blue skies. Screaming. Screaming. Screaming.
“Like I said, you owe me a raincheck.” He stroked my cheekbone with his thumb like one would caress a panicked bird.
The sigh that left my lips broke the heavens. The bees stopped buzzing, and the wind gurgled and sighed. I wanted more than anything to feel his touch. I squirmed in his arms until I could better face him.
“Calla.” He kissed the corner of my mouth, coaxing my lips to part. His tongue roamed freely—deep licks that awakened my wanton desires.
My breasts grew heavy, straining the lace fabric of my bra. Heat bloomed in all the right places.
“Mo grhá.”His voice growled and purred, intense and dreamy at the same time. His eyes blazed, dark and dangerous. His length was hard beneath his cotton pants, demanding against my backside.
“I want you, Colm.” I whimpered, my breath a hollow moan in the wind. Only he could ease the ache.
He planted one kiss after another along my nape, dragging his lips across my throat and igniting a fire that could not be quenched. His hand slid beneath my hoodie, roaming across my bare skin until he found my breast.
“You are beautiful.” He brushed his lips across my temple, squeezing the heavy globe, pinning the arrowed nub between his extended fingers.
I exhaled a shuddering breath, leaning into him and rocking against that hard staff.
“And this.” He slid his free hand beneath my waistband, gliding over my hip and clasping my bottom with five calloused fingers. He squeezed and squeezed again, imprinting his palm into my flesh. Swift heat settled in my core.
I braced myself, curling my fingers into his packed muscles.
He snarled low in his throat, sliding past the corded thong and teasing my heated entrance with his fingertips, parting the swollen cleft and eliciting a flood of wet heat.
I stifled a cry—every nerve ending on fire. I couldn’t get enough.
He kneaded the heavy swell, making my soul ache. But what he did with his fingers had left me breathless. He entered my sex knuckle deep, stroking the roof of my vagina with exacting pleasure. And then filled me, plunging two thick fingers deep within.
“Do you like that,mo ghrá?” He growled, licking the seam of my mouth.
I could only whimper.
“Show me what you like.” He closed his mouth over mine, flicking my tongue with his own.
My vagina clenched the girth of his fingers. I bucked against him, driving his fingers to the end of me again and again until the heat spiraled, and I could only ride the cresting waves.
“Come for me,mo ghrá.” His thumb scraped my nipple while his erection strained between us.
Heat pulsed through my sex, and I lost myself completely, my mouth open in a silent scream. Voices whispered, and darkness fell. I could barely breathe.
And then he took away what I craved, leaving me empty inside.
“This is what I want.” He displayed his glistening fingers, wet with my release, and then ran his tongue in lazy circles around his long digits, savoring every last drop.
Some part of me went wild with animalistic lust. I grabbed his hand and fought his tongue for the remaining sweet heat. I tasted myself. I tasted him. My pussy tightened, wracked with thunderous waves. I shoved his fingers into my mouth and sucked those long lengths, plunging deeper and deeper until the waves crashed onto the shore.
The clouds shifted, and the sun beat down. I left the past where it belonged, my heart alive with unfamiliar sensations. I questioned the why and what seemed unimportant.
“Take me home, Colm. Please.” That breathy moan belonged to me?
He rose, lifting my limp and liquid body with him. He set me on my feet, cupped my face in his big hands, and nibbled my lips. “Are you all right?”
“You made me come.” The shattering waves of pleasure left me replete. I eased my grip on his arm, my gaze dropping to his still-hard erection.
“You were exquisite,mo ghrá.” He offered his hand.
