Page 36 of Loving Graystoke's Heir

When he reached their bedroom, Donal walked to the side and opened the floor to ceiling windows and let the fresh air of the African morning flow into the space and sweep over Tamsin’s skin.

With a soft sigh, she rolled over in bed and brought her hands up beside her face, still blissfully asleep.

Donal reached down and pushed the waist of his light sleep-pants over his hips and let them fall to the floor.

He was already hard. He had been since he’d heard her skin caress the sheets of their bed.

Moving toward her, the heavy bob of his cock felt like a divining rod, drawing him inexorably closer, and when his knees pressed up against the mattress, he bent over the bed.

Donal peeled back the cotton blanket and bared her sun kissed skin to his hungry eyes. Since they had been together in America, Tamsin’s body had matured even more. Her hips and backside had taken on lush curves, and her breasts were more sensitive than they had been in the past.

He smiled and shook his head. It was equally possible that he had learned more about himself since he had accepted both sides of his nature and come to a greater understanding. Not just of his own body and needs, but touching Tamsin and loving her… every inch of her beautiful body, had come to mean more than life itself.

And that, was what he needed to do before he was called back to camp.

Tucking his leg under him, he knelt near the edge of the mattress and bent his arms until his lips were a scant inch from the top of her foot. He pressed a light kiss on the smooth plane of skin and then to the inside of her ankle.

Tamsin’s breath sighed from her lips as she stretched her leg, tightening the muscles through her thigh, clenching her thighs together for a moment before her calf tightened, creating the most delicious curve at the back of her leg before it coursed down to her foot and curled her toes. When she released the tension in her legs, he followed it, using his lips to trace its path. Calf, knee, her inner thigh, he travelled along her skin, kissing and tasting her.

“Donal,” her groan broke over his skin like a wave of energy, “what are you doing?”

He slipped his hand behind her knee and lifted it up, drawing in a breath against the back of her thigh before turning to brush his cheek against her skin.

“Ooh…”

Donal’s smile was predatory, focused on making his mate shiver and shake before he had to leave for the camp. He needed her release more than his own, but he would chase both.

He worked his way up toward her center with kisses, the scratch of his scruff, and the soft soothing touch of his tongue.

Her voice reached his ears, soft and needy, begging for something she couldn’t find a name for, but he knew what it was.

And he knew how to give it to her.

Donal kept hold of her leg, draped it over his shoulder as he leaned into her core. He pressed his lips against her folds and kissed her, slipping his tongue between them with a searching stroke.

Tamsin’s hips lifted off the bed, her back bowing with the rough cry that burst from her lips. “Oh… oh, yes!”

He drove himself forward, a hand under each of her thighs, pressing them closer to his head, squeezing and then gently releasing the tension, but allowing movement, teasing the sensitive skin of her inner thighs with the rough scratch of the hair along his jaw.

Her voice, her breath, the tension of the muscles in her body, he found a way to play with them all as he tasted her and made her move restlessly against him.

He had never heard anything as beautiful as her voice begging him for release. Donal answered her with his mouth and the hungry way he ate from her, the way his tongue slipped into her body over and over, darting through her lips to taste the honey of arousal.

But he knew what she needed.

His instinct that drove him to lift her higher with his hands and press his face into her silken curls until his lips found her clit. He felt her pulse against his lower lip before he blew a soft breath over her swollen flesh.

And when a shudder rolled through her body from head to toe, he felt it against his face, his chin, his mouth and the scent of her need drove him further.

Drove him into her core.

He put his mouth on her, focused his attention on the bundle of nerves that pulsed against the flat of his tongue, and canting her hips barely an inch, he found just the right amount of pressure to push her over the edge.

Her hips bucked against him, nearly pulled free of his hands, and her surprised shout sent birds bursting from nearby trees.

Donal wasn’t done, not by a long shot, and he wasn’t waiting for her to come down from the heights he’d brought her to. He knew she wasn’t ready for his mark, but he wasn’t going to waste an opportunity to tie her to him in other ways.

Passion was one thing he knew they shared. There was no doubt about that. He had one of her legs draped over his shoulder and he could hear her shallow breaths as she rode the tail end of her orgasm. Donal got up on his knees and raised himself over her body.

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