Page 12 of Highland Secret
Though, how she wished things were different.
She tried to focus on something,anything, else. His chest felt unerringly solid as she rested her head against him, noting his grunt of appreciation.
So, the man and the Berserker could create sound... Evelyn blushed a bit, recalling the ecstatic noises he’d made earlier. Burning to know why he was capable butunable to speak, she ultimately decided against questioning.It didn’t matter now, she thought miserably.
Yawning greatly, Evelyn felt a weighty fatigue settle upon her, as if honey flowed through her veins rather than blood.
“Roderick?” she murmured sleepily, “I-I don’t wish to return to my bed, may I sleep here with you tonight?” Tilting her head up and to the side, she wasn’t surprised to see that his green gaze had returned, though he did seem affronted.
Tightening his arms around her, he rolled them so she lay down and faced the wall on her side. Settling in behind her, his back to the door, he drew her bottom close against his erection, but didn’t press it into her.
Resting her head on his curled bicep, she relished in the feeling of the front of his tremendous body pressed flush againstthe back of hers. His arm, still tucked beneath her breasts, secured her to him.
The only sound in the softly glowing room was his breath stirring the top of her head. Languor stole all reason and Evelyn only distantly registered the room plunging into darkness.
Magic.She thought dreamily before drifting into velvet oblivion.If only she could break this curse…
Sensation flaredbeneath her skin and coursed down her spine as the whisper soft rasp of calloused fingers dipped into the dramatic curve of her waist and followed the soft rounded arch of her hip. Curled on her side, Evelyn smiled sleepily, refusing to open her eyes lest the subtle, unfettered exploration cease. Instead of dropping to the front of her, the caress paused and then retraced its journey back toward her ribcage as if indulging in the softness of her skin there.
Warm breath caressed her face and a nose nudged hers before probing lips settled across her mouth in a languid kiss. This had to be the most pleasant way she’d ever awakened, Evelyn decided, as heat seeped through her sluggish veins.
Silvery tinged darkness barely outlined the form of the naked Berserker facing her when she resolved to lift her heavy lids.
As dark as the night, his jet hair and bronzed skin melded with the shadows. Only his eyes gleamed as he pulled his lips from hers.
“Roderick,” she whispered, feeling shamed and sinful, every nerve ending alive and vibrant.
His great body stiffened, fingers clamping on her hips, digging into the sensitive flesh and pulling her forward, thrusting his hard sex against her thighs.
“I want…”
Without warning, he seized her other hip in an iron grip and lifted her, full bodied, as though she weighed no more than an infant.
She gasped as he rolled onto his back and held her entirely above him, demonstrating his preternatural strength. Before Evelyn completely registered what he was doing, he balanced her on her knees encompassing either side of his head, his eerie eyes burning up at her from between her legs.
No! He couldn’t mean to—
“Oh… my.” She breathed as the flat of his tongue split her apart. Aghast, entranced, Evelyn was thankful for the darkness or she wouldn’t have been able to bear the depraved act. Arousal flooding her womanhood, she shuddered when his unrelenting tongue dipped into the resulting wetness, and he swallowed, an appreciative moan vibrating against her clitoris.
Trembling thighs gave out and she belatedly realized that his strong hands at her hips not only supported her entire weight, but imprisoned her there.
Another unhurried lick stole her breath. He cleaved her with his tongue, stopping right before he reached the most sensitive peak. Circling it, nipping at it with his lips, teasing the moist flesh surrounding it, Roderick tormented her with his mouth, chasing away all reason with searing pleasure.
Evelyn bit back moan after moan, throwing her head back, reveling in the feel of her long hair brushing naked skin. She shamelessly surged against his mouth.
“Roderick… please.” Her hands desperately grasped at his. “I need…” She grit her teeth and hissed, kneading his strong arms and wordlessly demanding release.
Shoulders shaking in a silent male chuckle, eyes glittering with purely masculine delight, he latched onto the engorgedpeak of her sex and centered all movement just below it, creating an overwhelming burning sensation.
A hot ache built beneath it until she squirmed to escape what she knew would be next. Throbbing pleasure engulfed her core as wave after wave of gripping ecstasy flowed from his tongue into her body. Wracked with tremors, Evelyn bucked against the strong hands gripping her hips. Frustration at her inability to move heightened each pulsing sensation of her climax.
When the last tendril of pleasure wrung from her body, her berserker still allowed no quarter. Kissing her playfully on her sex, he lifted her from his drenched mouth much the same as he had before, and deposited her upon his torso, finally letting go to wipe her juices from his lips.
Drunk with pleasure, and feeling rather bold, Evelyn’s hand slyly traced the contours of his lean abdomen behind her until she found his pulsating erection twitching against his belly.
Wrapping her fingers around it, she wondered if her lips would have the same magnificent effect onhisbody.
His hands rested on her thighs, his fingers curling as Evelyn stroked the skin of his velvety shaft, her touch feather-light.
