Page 23 of Claimed
She wasn’t sure she could bear it.
And so she turned from him, bracing her hands against the trunk of the massive oak that now towered above them. Moonlight shone down through its supplicating branches, making Drew’s fingers, splayed across the rough bark, look so pale they appeared ethereal.
“Take me, Carr,” she gasped. “Like this.”
Carr didn’t know how to react.
For a few moments, he merely stood there, staring at the back of Drew’s head. He could hear the soft pant of her breathing and the rasp of his own.
His ribs tightened, his belly clenching in disappointment.
Was this what she wanted … to be taken like a whore? Drew deserved better than that. He ached to kiss her, longed to trace her lips with the tip of his tongue, to taste the sweetness of her hot mouth—but she was denying him that.
He wouldn’t force the issue though, for he could feel her nervousness. It rippled off her body in waves, and that surprised him.
Stepping close to her, he let the length of his body press flush against hers. The soft, plaint feel of her made his breathing catch. He couldn’t believe that after all these years, he was allowed to touch her.
He reached up then, his fingers delving into her hair. He loved seeing it like this, loose and wild. Tangling his fingers through it, he leaned forward, inhaling its scent. Then, he lifted her hair up, his lips tracing the long line of her neck.
Drew gasped.
Carr stifled a groan; her reaction set his blood aflame.
His lips left a trail, up her neck, to where his tongue traced the shell of her ear.
Drew moaned, arching back against him. He felt the quiver in her body as his hands closed over her slender shoulders, pulling her hard against him.
He might not be able to kiss her mouth, but he’d not make this coupling cold and passionless. He’d show her how her body could sing.
Nestling his erection into the cleft of her buttocks, he slid his hands down from her shoulders to her breasts, cupping them.
The layers of material between them frustrated Carr. He wouldn’t be able to have Drew completely naked, yet he needed to get closer to her. His fingers went to the bodice of her kirtle, to the laces there. He loosened them, and the front of the garment sagged open. Underneath, only a léine separated her breasts from him.
Once again, he cupped the soft mounds, grinding himself against her as he did so.
Drew pushed back against him, her breathing coming in short, desperate pants.
Carr brushed his thumbs over the hard buds of her nipples, his breathing hitching when she gave a soft mewing cry. Carr adored that sound. They were far from the camp now; she could make a little noise.
“Carr,” she groaned his name in a plea. “Please … I need ye.”
Stifling a groan of his own, Carr continued to stroke her nipples with the pad of his thumbs. He then gently tweaked them, his shaft aching as she arched back against him, her supple body shuddering.
He then slid his hands down the length of her torso, over her belly to her hips, where he grabbed handfuls of her skirts and pulled them up. Nudging her legs apart with a knee, he slid his fingers between her thighs.
He then groaned.
She was so wet, so ready for him.
Slowly, he stroked her there, his heart thundering in his ears when she started to gasp and rotate her hips against his groin.
He couldn’t stand it. He’d planned to take this slow, to pleasure her for a while yet before he took her, but the fire in his blood was raging out of control now.
All he could think about was being inside her.
With his free hand, he reached down and unlaced his braies, releasing his engorged shaft. And then, he stepped back from her, raising her skirts high so that they bunched around her waist.
The twin globes of her buttocks gleamed in the moonlight, and he stroked them, marveling at the smoothness of her skin.
