Page 70 of Fallen
Coira was right—all of them now possibly lived on borrowed time.
But for one night, death wouldn’t touch them. This night belonged to them.
Leaning back against the furs, Craeg let Coira explore his body, let her take control. He sensed that was what she wanted, and although he longed to reach for her, roll her under him, and plow her senseless, he knew that this union was a gateway for her.
He gazed up into her face, his throat tightening when he saw the wonder there.
Desire was something new for this woman, despite her past. Having grown up in a brothel, Craeg knew why. He’d seen the men who’d visitedThe Goat and Gooseon a regular basis, he’d witnessed how they’d treated the whores—treated his mother.
Tonight, he’d let Coira take the lead, take what she wished from him.
Nonetheless, when her fingertips trailed down his belly to the waistband of his breeches, Craeg wondered how much longer he’d be able to bear it.
Her slow exploration was driving him mad.
He watched Coira unlace his breeches and heard her sharp intake of breath when his shaft sprang free to greet her. Swollen and quivering, its tip slick with want, his rod was making his need for her clear.
A sultry smile curved her lips as her slender fingers curved around him, stroking him.
A strangled cry escaped Craeg, and his hands clenched at his sides. He wasn’t sure how much longer he could restrain himself.
And then when she rose up on her knees and shifted so that his rod pressed up into the damp flesh between her thighs, Craeg caught his breath.
He’d thought she’d lower herself onto him, but instead Coira began to stroke herself with the tip of his shaft, taking her pleasure. He watched wonder suffuse her face, watched her head fall back while soft gasps escaped her.
“Coira.” His voice sounded strangled, as if someone was choking him. “Ple—ease.”
She ignored him, continuing to slide herself against the length of him now, her body quivering as she lost herself in the sensation.
Craeg was enraptured. He’d never seen a woman act like this before. Coira had no idea how lovely she was when she let herself go and followed her instincts. And when she finally lowered herself onto his engorged rod, her head snapped forward, her gaze widening.
Taking hold of her hips, Craeg guided her down so that she was fully seated upon him. He could feel the tremors that wracked her, the trembling that increased when he took hold of her hips and moved them in a slow, sensual circle.
“This is wonderful,” she whispered, her voice full of awe. “Why is it … oh … Craeg!”
He felt her core tighten around him, sweat beading upon her naked skin. Craeg favored her with a slow smile as he continued to move her hips while he arched up, grinding against her. He loved that this was all new to her, loved watching her discover the pleasure that coupling could bring.
He started to rock Coira her back and forth, in a sensual rhythm that made her gasp. Craeg groaned, arching up once more as he sought to drive deeper. She was so slick now, so hot, that it was stretching his self-control to the limit.
Leaning forward, Coira grasped hold of the furs, the tips of her lush breasts brushing his face. This altering of position allowed him to thrust deeper, allowed her to push back harder against him.
Coira started to cry out, soft mewing sounds that excited Craeg beyond measure. His belly muscles tightened, and the world darkened. His release now charged toward him; there was no stopping it—not when this beautiful woman rode him, writhing and shuddering as she lost herself in her pleasure.
Breathing hard, her body damp with sweat, her core still pulsing in the aftermath of their lovemaking, Coira lay against Craeg, her face buried in his chest.
She could feel the thunder of his heart against her cheek. Like her, his skin was wet with sweat and his chest rose and fell sharply.
“God’s bones,” he rasped finally. “Where have ye been all my life, woman?”
Coira huffed an exhausted laugh, tracing her fingers down his breast bone. “I wish I’d met ye years ago,” she answered honestly.
“Aye.” His voice was soft when he answered. “Although ye might not have liked me then … I was insufferably arrogant.”
Grinning, Coira propped herself onto an elbow. “Even more so than now?”
His mouth quirked. “Aye … if ye can believe it.”
Their gazes held, and warmth spread through Coira’s chest. Did this man have any idea how devastating he was? Arrogant or not, she’d have fallen under his spell.
