“I loveyou,” he said, quietly, as if in prayer, and she smiled at him, radiant in the cocoon of their bed.
“I know you do.” She bent and bit his lip, hungry as she was, demanding. Setting his blood to a boil instantly. He slid his hands up her thighs, and she pressed her branding heat to his skin. She’d slipped on one of those sinful bits of lace and satin she insisted on wearing to bed.
He’d torn at least a half dozen of them since they’d arrived in Edinburgh.
This one had delicate tea-rose pink lace covering her bosom. The fabric dipped in a V, revealing the valley between her breasts. The satin of the gown split from her thighs, giving him access to that place he could never get enough of. He slid his hands under the buttery material, up and up until he was there. He ran his thumb over the furrow of her. Hot and slick.
“Always wet,” he groaned as he parted her with his fingers. She gasped into his mouth. He licked into her, moving his tongue in the same rhythm his fingers pleasured her.
“Evan,” she grunted as she bucked into his touch.
“Do you require something of me, wife?” he asked, lazily circling his fingers over her engorged clitoris. Not what she needed to climax, but enough to keep her on the brink of it.
“Don’t tease me, husband. This is cruel.” She spoke through gritted teeth as she rocked into his hand, searching for more pressure. He laughed and continued that languid, slow caress as she huffed harsh breaths into his ear.
“Is this not enough for you?” He feigned curiosity, knowing full well he could dangle her over the edge like this for hours. He loved this, keeping her on the verge of orgasm as he tasted and licked her into a frenzy.
“You are well aware it’s not. I hate this game...” She let the words hang as he moved his fingers faster.
“You were saying?” he teased, then leaned in to suck at her skin, leaving a mark.
“Yes...” she moaned, planting her palms on his torso, gyrating her hips faster. The friction on his cock was enough to blur his vision. He kept his eyes on her, watching her move. Pink lips puffy from his kisses, half lidded eyes still searing him with that hunger of hers. Evan could not recall ever wanting anything this much. Feeling like with every touch, every kiss, his need for this woman, his desire for her, only soared. He reached up to suckle a nipple through the scratchy lace and felt a rush of liquid drench the fingers he had inside her.
“I need a taste,” he groaned, gripping her hips roughly.
“I needyou,” she exhaled as he swiftly lifted her up his body until her thighs were on each side on his head.
“Grip the headboard, love,” he ordered and promptly heard the crick of the wood as she did what he asked. With one hand he held her open to him and licked into her. One long stroke of his tongue until he’d tasted her completely.
“Evan.” Her moans swirled around him, spurning him on as he feasted on her.
“So sweet...can never get enough.” He palmed her backside until her heat was flush against his mouth, and he was on her like a ravenous beast. With the flat of his tongue he swiped at her core, drinking her arousal as Luz begged him for more.
“Mas,” she demanded, and he knew now what that meant. He wrapped his lips around her clitoris and sucked just as his palm delivered one swift whack to her round bottom. She cried his name and flooded his mouth as her climax swept over her. He worked her with his mouth and fingers for a few more moments, until her moans of pleasure became soft little gasps, and he could not wait any longer. He flipped them both until she was on her hands and knees, looking at him enticingly over her shoulder.
“Ven, cariño.”
Come to me.
Without a word, Evan pushed up the negligee until it was bunched up around her waist, his nostrils flaring at the pink swell of her rear. He knelt and pressed his lips to the heated spot, then gently pressed his teeth to it, making her laugh, and his heart did that funny skip again. His hands caressed the curves of her before he covered her back with his chest and sheathed himself until he was so deep he felt like she’d hold him inside her forever.
“Say my name,” he pleaded as he cupped her breasts, thrusting inside.
“Evan, mi vida.” She sighed, pushing into him wantonly, and his head spun from pure, delirious pleasure.
He’d always wondered about men who forgot their responsibilities when a woman turned their heads. But he knew now that he’d happily dedicate his life to this. To begging this woman to take him inside her. Sinking into the hot, velvet grip of her body was the only heaven he cared to know. He imagined them at the Braeburn years from now. Her hand in his, walking through their land, thinking about their work, dreaming up new passions together.
His Luz Alana, the woman who had made his heart beat again.
“Luz.” Her name was a sacred thing, three letters that fed his soul. He moved inside her, and as she clutched him in an exquisite vise, he slid his hand to the apex of her thighs and searched for that place that belonged to him.
“This is mine,” he said, recklessly possessive as his fingers moved on her, and she convulsed around him with a broken cry, coming for him again, and soon he was following into a sea of blinding bliss.
Once their breaths were coming more evenly, he scooped her to him and shifted so they were lying on their sides.
“Your beard is very ticklish,” she said in that languid tone her voice acquired after they’d done this in a particularly satisfying manner.
It made him think of well-fed felines.
