Page 10 of Highland Secret
He held his tremendous weight on one arm, lifting a hand to cover hers on his cheek. Turning his head, he pressed his lips to her palm before closing his eyes and nodding, as if to himself.
Resolute surrender flashed across his features a moment before he descended to claim her mouth. The contact exalted her soul and seared her lips. The damp heat created by his kiss spread through her, warming her rigid muscles, slowly soothing her until they unraveled beneath him, becoming pliant and replete.
Massaging her lips with his, Roderick groaned with pleasure and ran his tongue along the seam much in the same way he’d run his finger along her womanhood earlier. She opened to grant him entrance.
He took her then. With a powerful surge of his hips, he buried himself to the hilt, entering her with his tongue simultaneously.
Tears pricked her eyes, and for a moment, Evelyn felt as though his manhood would rip her asunder. There had been a tearing sensation, and she wondered if he’d damaged her.
But his mouth still pressed against hers, his wet tongue exploring the recesses of her lips, laving, stroking, cajoling and singularly focused upon her ravishment. Deep, moaning pleasure rumbled from the back of his throat, and vibrated pleasantly against her lips. Lost in the consuming passion of their kiss, Evelyn relaxed and allowed her body to accept his. Muscles yielded instead of fighting against his intrusion. They fit against his velvet length like a glove, pulling him deeper.
Then he moved. And the world ceased to exist.
Exquisite pleasure pierced through the dull discomfort that persisted as he slid out slowly, and impaled her again. Gone was her tender seducer, replaced by a primal beast rhythmically torturing her with his slow, methodical strokes.
He didn’t stop kissing her, devouring her relentlessly as he introduced her to the carnal nature of a man. He kissed as though he was a man dying of thirst introduced to a mountain spring.
An urgent pressure, familiar now, unfurled in her core where he currently resided, making demands of its own. Shifting slightly to alleviate it, she found, only made it worse.
Or stronger.
Tendrils of thrilling heat reached into her womb, stabbing her with each deep thrust, begging her to meet them with thrusts of her own. It was nothing at all to raise her hips to meet his sex with hers, drawing him so deep, their hips met.
Gasping out a harsh breath, Roderick seized her hips and pinned them to the bed, violently shaking his head as he reared back and accelerated his rhythm.
Entranced, Evelyn’s conscious separated from her body as she marveled at the savage beauty of what she was experiencing. Her eyes hungrily devoured him, following the path from his passion-glazed irises to glistening, freshly kissed lips. His muscles strained and bunched with the controlled frenzy of hismovements within her, the ropes of his abdomen corded with each gratifying thrust creating slick and delicious friction were their bodies joined.
Her mind and body slammed back into the moment as a throbbing pressure caused her feminine muscles to clench around him. Once. Twice. And then her existence shattered into thousands shards each with prismatic spectrums that burst behind her closed eyelids.
Tossing her head back against the bed, she arched so powerfully against the all-consuming sensation that his arm came around her, pulling her body against him. His guttural roar drowned out her own cries as he followed her into oblivion.
For what seemed like minutes after, Roderick stroked her back and shoulders as she trembled and convulsed, still held tightly against him. They remained intimately joined as she felt him shrinking from his formative girth and slipping from inside her. Evelyn focused on the feeling, letting his tender fingers soothe her. The immensely powerful impact of their orgasm overwhelmed her, and she fought tears of intense emotion while her body recovered.
After a silent while, he laid her back and withdrew from her. A look of sated incredulity relaxed the brutal planes of his face. Leaning in to kiss her, looking as though he thoroughly enjoyed the act, he left the bed to retrieve the towel that hung next to his wash basin. He yawned expansively as he washed himself without looking.
Evelyn took the opportunity to shamelessly ogle his godly backside.
He rinsed the cloth and wrung it out before he turned around with it still in his hand. Roderick abruptly froze, his eyes locked between her legs.
Looking down, Evelyn was mortified to see the tell tale pink of her virgin’s blood mixing with the aftermath of their joining,staining the sheets and her thighs. Gasping, she seized the top sheet to cover her nakedness, hiding the evidence from him.
It was too late.
Chapter 8
Evelyn watched as swirling black swiftly overtook pools of green, and then infringed on the whites of his eyes. His protruding veins rushed with blood as muscles heaved upon each other until he grew even larger. She hadn’t thought it possible.
Even his flagging erection pulsed with blood and became gloriously full again.
Witnessing the evidence of a power more tangible and elemental then she could imagine culminate into the perfect masculine form before her struck her dumb with wonderment.
Thiswas the Berserker.
With a bestial snarl, he advanced upon her, hands clenched and chest heaving with deep, growling breaths. His teeth gleamed sharper, more predatory.
Evelyn wondered if she was destined to become a blood sacrifice to his Gods.
He ripped the covers from her, exposing her naked body. His eyes zeroed in on the blood, and he growled. It wasn’t the rumbling purr she’d heard before. This sound was filled with lethal menace. Deep and hungry.
