Page 87 of Seducing the Knave

His eyes narrowed and his jaw hardened to stone as he kept his lips just out of reach. “Tell me what ye need,” he rasped in harsh command.

A rain of sparks swirled through her. Lighting up her soul. She was nearly wild with desire for him. But another feeling had taken hold of her. One that was by far the stronger and more poignant.

Sliding her fingers into his hair to grasp the back of his head, she met his flinty gaze with the full ferocity of the emotions running rampant inside her.

His eyes glinted sharply as he growled, “Tell me.”

Pulling him down to her, until their mouths were barely a breath apart, she held his gaze as she murmured, “Kiss me as though you belong to me.”

The sound he made was raw and carnal and it rolled through her like fire.

But he didn’t kiss her. Not right away.

Instead, he brought his hands up to frame her face. Looking into her eyes, he smoothed his thumbs over the arches of her eyebrows then swept them softly across her cheeks and along her jaw. The gentleness of his touch was a beautiful contrast to the intensity of his gaze. A striking possessiveness glimmered brightly in the depths, stealing her breath.

As the muscles of his jaw bunched and released with the clench of his teeth, he pressed the wide pad of one thumb to the center of her bottom lip, gently parting her lips. Her jaw softened and her mouth opened instinctively. Dark flames flared in his gaze as he eased his thumb between her teeth to press against her tongue.

Desire swirled heavy in her belly and her gaze faltered. She couldn’t resist the urge to twirl her tongue, tasting him before she closed her lips around him to suck him into her mouth.

His groan was quiet but deep.

Withdrawing his thumb from her mouth, he propped a knuckle beneath her chin and covered her open mouth with his, instantly filled her mouth with the hot thrust of his tongue.

She moaned from the depths of her soul.

His kiss was languid and wet and profound. He explored her with luscious strokes and fiery licks. He sucked on her tongue, drawing her into his mouth before nipping at her lips with his teeth and soothing again with soft kisses as light as butterfly wings.

He poured himself into her.

And she became full with him. With his rich and dangerous taste and his reverent touch and his heavy, ragged breath. Until she felt she might burst with the feelings coursing through her.

When he finally paused, she sucked in a deep breath and opened her eyes to see him staring at her with a scowl as fierce and menacing as any she’d seen.

“Don’t stop,” she whispered, tugging on his hair as she lifted to her toes. The desperation in her voice was unmistakable.

“Are ye sure ye want more?” he asked, his voice a heavy whisper. “Can ye handle all I’ve got?”

“Yes,” she answered without hesitation. “Give it all to me.”

With a gruff breath, he roughly grasped her skirts, shoving them to her waist as he reached beneath to grab hold of her rear. Her legs parted automatically around his hips as he lifted her and turned her to press her up against the double doors. She claimed his mouth in a ravenous kiss while he reached between them to open his breeches.

He entered her in one hard thrust.

Her head bounced against the door as she gasped in shock and the deepest pleasure. Pinning her with his weight and the pressure of his hips between her thighs, he cushioned her head with his hand. Then he sealed his open mouth to the side of her throat as he gave another devastating thrust.

She melted.

She wrapped him in her arms and legs.

She demanded more. And more. And more.

He gave it.

With heart-jolting thrusts and deep consuming kisses that scattered her thoughts and churned her emotions. She’d thought the burst of desperation that had claimed her at the sight of him would dissipate now that she was getting what she wanted—him...holding her, kissing her, inside her. But it only continued to grow in intensity. Until she felt utterly overwhelmed by it. Destroyed and changed by it.

And still she wanted more.

She tore at his clothes, needing to feel his nakedness against hers. She was frantic. Mindless. Panting and moaning against his throat as she tasted the sweat on his skin.

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