Page 66 of The Herald's Heart
“So what?” He trembled beneath the assault her lips and tongue made on his earlobe.
“Needy. Empty. I ache. Please, help me.”
He slid his hand from her hip, across her belly to the soft curls that sheltered her womanhood. He stroked there, over and over again until she pressed against him. Then he slipped a finger inside her.
“Ah, love, that’s so good.”
His erection throbbed when her muscles clenched around his finger. Anticipation twisted through him in an agony of delicious torture. He swiped his thumb across the knot of her pleasure.
She arched her back and lifted her bottom.
He grasped her hips and raised her over his manhood. “Tell me you want me.”
“I ... want ... you.”
He let go her hips and thrust upward as she sank down upon him.
He heard a moan but did not know who uttered it. His flesh burned, and his soul heated with the need to be yet closer, to be one. He leaned up. Nuzzled her breasts. Suckled the turgid buds.
Larkin cried out, and her sheath rippled over his rigid flesh.
His hips bucked. He drew on her breasts again and again. With each tug of his lips, her hips shifted, and he thrust deeper. Unable to bear the agonizing pleasure any longer. He reached between them and stroked Larkin where they were joined.
Her body tightened on his, then spasmed. She threw her head back, screaming, “Talon!”
He clutched her to him. Burying his face in her breasts, he breathed her name as his white-hot seed flooded into her. The sea, the rocks at his back, the chill, damp air, everything faded but Larkin. Larkin, the only solid reality in his world.
The only reality he knew he could never hold again.
A lifetime, or moments later, Talon did not know which, he surfaced from the haze of satisfaction to find Larkin draped across his body with her head turned into his shoulder. The breeze whipped her hair over his face. He tenderly pushed it back behind her ear.
“Mmm.” She lifted her head, looking at him. Her eyes wore a sleepy half-lidded expression that spoke of total relaxation. Her mouth curved in a smile. “Thank you.”
“You’re very welcome.” He chuckled, feeling himself harden as his belly bounced against hers.
She raised her head farther, looking about. “’Tis nearly dusk.”
He sat up with her in his lap and followed her gaze. “Aye, we should return to the keep.”
“I do not wish to.”
“Nor, do I, but we must.”
“Then let us ... Oh no.” She put her fingers to her lips.
Talon kissed the fingers away. “Oh no, what?” he asked as he nibbled at her mouth.
“We’ve nothing but your breechclout to wear between us. How will we get to the keep?”
“Hmmm.” He sampled her silken skin all the way to her ear. “Mayhap we’ll have to stay here for the rest of our lives.” He nipped her earlobe, then suckled it.
“Oh,” she gasped. “I don’t think I could do that.”
“Why not?”
With a hand on his cheek, she turned his face to hers. “I would surely die of pleasure.”
He smiled, “I would be most happy to see to your pleasure.” Then he sobered. “But if I have that chance, I will permit only the smallest death.”
