Page 34 of Loving Graystoke's Heir

As if her own soul was outside her body as well.

She smoothed her hand down his length and back again, squeezing a little tighter the second time around. When she reached the base of his cock, his hips pushed forward, bumping the side of her hand with a needy thrust.

“I wanted to love you, slowly.” His voice ground out from his mouth with a rough rush of sound. “I wanted to taste every inch of your skin and curl my tongue inside you, drink from your lips.”

“Later,” she begged him with her voice and her eyes. “Later, Donal. I want to take your body inside of mine and feel how wild you are for me.”

He gave her one chance to change her mind, but instead she swept her thumb over his head again, dipping her finger into the liquid heat of his body, and bringing it to her lips.

When she closed her mouth around her finger that was all it took.

He reached out for her, bracketing her hips with his hands. They were larger than before, stronger, and as he lifted her from her knees it took her a moment to realize what he was going to do.

Donal shifted his hands back, grasping the rounded curve of her ass and pulled her tight against his chest.

Heaven help her. He was so strong.

She set her hands on his shoulders, not because she needed to feel safe or secure, but because she wanted to trail her fingertips over his bare skin.

It felt like the sun was still on his skin instead of the cool light of the moon, and as soon as her hands settled on his shoulders, feeling the thick muscles under his skin, he lowered her an inch. Letting her feel the ridges of his muscles between her thighs and painting his stomach with her heat.

She groaned and her head tipped back as he lowered her down even more, sliding their skin together. It felt like they were so close that it seemed as if they were inside of each other’s skin.

“More.” She begged for him. Begged for that connection to him. Begged for him to fill the emptiness inside of herself. “Please.”

And then he was there. The tip of his erection fit snugly between her folds and that sensation alone sent a rush of arousal through her body, helping her ease down over him. Tamsin took him in, bringing him deeper and deeper until their bodies were flush against each other.

Donal rolled his hips forward and she gripped his biceps to hold tight.

“Did I hurt you?” His voice was rough with concern for her.

“No,” she let out a gasp, “it feels so good. It’s so different from before.”

His laughter was warm and rumbled through his body into hers. “It’s better.” His words were soft but she could hear the depth of his emotion. “I know I want to show you what could be between us. I need you to feel how right things can be.”

As he spoke, he moved, almost imperceptible shifts in his body, Tamsin wished there had been a mirror on the wall. She knew that each of those minute movements came from Donal flexing the muscles in his legs and yes, his sculpted backside.

“Hold onto my arms, Tam. Don’t let go.”

She shook her head. There was no way she was going to let him go. Not when she had his body buried deep inside of her, with his hips spreading her thighs until she felt completely open to his body’s invasion.

He leaned forward, bending a knee to brace against the bed and shifting one hand to the brass finial atop the bedpost.

Holding her against him with one hand, his fingers doing the most delicious things to her where they held her in place, he slid out of her warmth and pushed back in with a soft exhale.

Again, he held her still, pulling almost free before pushing forward to the hilt.

The first few strokes burned a little until her body stretched and eased around his thickness, but there was no pain beyond the need to have more of him.

Donal began a punishing pace, using the momentum of their bodies to plunge ever deeper. It should have been impossible. Tamsin felt like he was already tunneling into every cell of her body, merging their two straining bodies into one.

“So perfect.”

He wrapped his arm around the bedpost and somehow managed to sink just a little deeper. Tamsin leaned her head forward and felt her hair trail down over his chest as an indrawn breath filled her senses with his scent and the heavy humidity in the air.

She drew her knees up and touched her heels to the backs of his legs. The change in the angle of his thrusts stroked into her with the slap of his skin against hers.

His voice was tumbling from his lips. He told her over and over again how much he needed her, how deep inside of his soul that he carried his love for her.

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