Page 33 of Loving Graystoke's Heir

“Nothing that happened that night was a mistake, Tam. I dreamed of you, too. Dreamed of having you in my arms when I wake, and dreamed of loving you in the late night hours as the world outside reminds us that what we do, how we love each other, is as old as time and as ageless as truth.”

He reached down and peeled the rest of her clothes from her body. When he was done, he wrapped his hands around her waist, lifted her from the ground and set her on the bed, kneeling at the side.

A quick look in either direction showed her that the bed was brass with four ornate posts, one at each corner. An antique if she was any judge. And the feeling as she knelt there, bare on his sheets, was decadent. The sight of Donal removing his clothes was an intimate show, a seduction.

His buttons seemed to disappear under his blunt-tipped fingers and as he pulled the pale cotton from his arms she was mesmerized by the difference in the tan of his skin and the fabric.

And his eyes. They never left her face.

That was the best part of all.

He could look at her naked breasts, or her dark curls at the apex of her thighs, but his hungry eyes were focused on her face.

She wasn’t as noble.

No, her eyes took him in as if she was alone in the room with the statue of a god carved in marble. Her gaze ate up every inch of skin that he revealed, and as he peeled off his pants, she found herself biting so deep into her bottom lip that she knew she’d drawn blood.

Tamsin tried not to follow the descent of his pants to the floor, tried to remind herself that she had seen him before, and felt his thickness inside of her body, but her curiosity got the better of her.

When she lifted her gaze, she followed the muscled curves of his thighs that were so much stronger than he’d been before. There was so much strength in his gorgeous body.

And then she saw his hands as they hung loosely at his sides, knowing the way they felt on her breasts, and the way they teased her nipples into tight, painful points.

She loved those hands.

And she loved the man who stood before her as he took his thick cock into his hand, his tanned fingers a contrast to the thick dark hairs at its base.

“I need to feel you, Tam. I need to feel your body stretch around me and hold me tight inside of you. When I make you come, you’ll hold me close, tell me your dreams, and give me a chance to make them come true.”

Tam felt short of breath.

She hadn’t moved, but she felt like she’d run a marathon. Her lungs ached for air, her legs shook and trembled, and the core of her body felt empty and wet, all for him.

Her tongue swept over her bottom lip and the light tang of blood filled her senses, drew her up onto her knees.

“All I need is you, Donal. Please, don’t make me wait any more to have you inside me.”

The roar that she heard didn’t seem to come from his mouth, but the sound echoed in her head anyway, surprising her.

“Was that… was that him?”

He smiled as he stepped closer, stroking his hand slowly along the hard length of his cock. “You heard that?”

“Yes.”

A short volley of rapid-fire breaths huffed in her ears, dancing along her skin.

“And that?”

He smiled and nodded.

Donal approached the side of the bed and reached out, taking her wrist in his hand, drawing it closer until her fingers trailed along his skin, from the smooth, swollen tip and down over the thick veins along his shaft.

The hard exhales she heard could almost belong to a bull, ready to charge.

“He’s close.”

Even before she heard him say the words she knew it. She could feel his gorilla as if it was in the room with them, hidden in the shadows, but when her thumb swept over the tip of his cock and painted a curve of precum along his darkened skin she felt a different presence in the room.

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