Chapter 28

 

 

Jamie cupped Grace’s chin in one hand and raised her face to kiss her. He swam in her big eyes while he tasted her sweet tongue inside her mouth. How did she ever get so sweet, this blessed woman he couldn’t live without?

He never knew what he wanted with her. He wanted to show her off to the world. He wanted to brag to all Urlu of his prize. At the same time, he wanted to hide her away where no one could see her. He wanted to lock her up and keep her a secret.

Robbie threw a wrench in his plans showing up like that. Now Jamie faced the inevitable. He couldn’t put Grace off any longer. She wanted to go. The longer he kept her here, the more he risked breaking her spirit entirely.

The way she reacted when he told her his wing worked proved it more than anything. She wanted to leave. She only waited until he could put pressure on his wing joint. Now they both knew he could. He couldn’t come up with any other plausible excuse.

She knew the truth now. She knew he wanted to be alone with her. He didn’t really want to live in this castle. He only wanted to prolong their quiet solitude. Now she knew, and she wouldn’t be satisfied with it for much longer, no matter what she said.

He sensed her slipping through his fingers. He had to act, but before he did that, he needed her like this, just one more time. He needed to see her wide, vulnerable eyes gazing at him while he kissed her. He needed to smell her sweet breath sighing in his nostrils. He needed to see that flush of glorious desire brighten her cheeks.

He swept her onto the bed next to him. He deepened his kiss to encompass her whole mouth. He lashed his tongue between her lips and reveled in the grate of her breath. He cradled her head in one hand and guided her into his mouth.

She melted at his touch, exactly the way she always did when she gave herself over to these moments. She never held herself back from him. That softening of her limbs sent a thrill through his insides. He wanted her so bad, and now she was his.

He steered her over on her side. She still wore the stiff clothes she had on when she appeared outside Piper’s cave: the thick pants, the white shirt, and the jacket. She laundered them regularly, but she refused to change them. When he asked, she said she wanted to be prepared for anything if it came.

He didn’t argue with that. He wanted her exactly the way she was. These clothes only excited him more than ever. They told him who she was, how strong and resourceful she was under her gentle exterior. No clothes could stifle her spirit.

His hand drifted to her breast. He flicked his fingers across it, and she mewed in agony. She groaned into his mouth, and the sound clenched his nuts in a fist. Her every sound demanded he respond.

He couldn’t bear to lie here without touching her all over. He dragged his lips away from her mouth and nibble down her neck. He nuzzled down inside her shirt while he rubbed her breast to distraction.

She heaved in his hand and moaned out loud. She mussed his hair and crammed his face down between her breasts. Her smell intoxicated him as never before. She smelled of wine and summer sunshine and winter wood smoke and a thousand other smells from out of his past.

Her thighs rubbed against his legs, and he slipped his knee between them. She caved open at the suggestion, and she spread her thighs to welcome him in. His pulse thumped between his legs. She felt so immaculately soft and delicious.

He pressed his ear against her mouth to catch every sigh and whimper. He found the tender little nipple under her clothes, and she squealed out loud when he took it in his fingers. He loved these little delicate parts of her, the parts that spoke to him and cried out for his attention.

He rolled her nipple in one hand. With the other, he steered her hips up against his hard package. He burrowed between her flower-petal thighs where her mysteries dwelt. He could explore those limitless territories for the rest of his life and never discover all the delirious secrets hidden there.

He wanted nothing else. He wanted nothing but her in his eyes and ears and hair and skin. He plucked her shirt buttons open, and when he took a big mouthful of her breast to suck, she went ballistic. She thrashed and moaned. She writhed and squirmed. She sat down hard on his knee and rocked until she cried.

He grabbed her around the waist in one muscled arm and wrestled her off the bed. He pulled her up on top of him while he sucked her breast hard. She crushed her sweet crotch into his hardness. Her movements pushed his kilt up until she sat down on his bare skin.

He pushed her shirt off her shoulders and dragged her bra straps down. Her breasts tumbled free in his face, and he attacked them in all his raging ferocity. He squeezed one while he sucked the other. He smelled her perfumed vapors floating into his nostrils.

All the time, she squirreled her delicate fingers under his shirt. She tickled his ribs and brushed his chest until he couldn’t stand it. He yanked his shirt over his head, and her silky breasts touched his chest. He hugged her down on top of him while he mouthed her to a frenzy.

He had to get at her. He had to fill her up with himself until she exploded all over him. He lived for those moments. He ached to look into her smoldering eyes when he burrowed inside her forevermore.

She came away from his mouth moaning. She kissed down his chest to his belt. Her hair swept over his skin and electrified every nerve. She knew how to drive him crazy. That was certain. He pulled his belt open and threw his kilt and sporran on the floor. She would have sucked him in her mouth if he hadn’t stopped her.

He grabbed her by the buttocks and hauled her down on top of him. He had to get rid of that rough fabric holding them apart. He slid his hands down inside them, and the button gave way. He pushed them off her hips, and she helped him slide them down to her ankles.

She closed his shaft in her expert little hand, but he had better ideas. When she straddled him to sit on it, he scooted down between her legs. He lay down with his head where her ripe fruit hung directly above his face. He seized her hips and guided her down onto his mouth.

She froze in astonishment. The next instant, she collapsed into him. Her sugary nectar dissolved on his tongue. He drank her to the dregs and mauled her to a sodden mass on his face.

Her heavenly aroma filled his whole consciousness. He devoured her in greedy mouthfuls. Her satiny thighs muffled the cries drifting into his ears. She rocked on his bones, and the creamy honey gushed down his throat. He could live here. He could die here. He could take his nourishment on her.

All too soon, she slowed to a gentle swaying motion. He knew her well enough by this time to know what that meant. He emerged from between her legs to find her drooping in blissful sighs. A bright flush colored her cheeks, and her eyes shone in deep satisfaction.

He loved her like this. He wanted nothing but to fill her with that beautiful bliss. He leaned back against the pillow and took hold of her hips. He drew her down on his lap. “Aye, lassie. Aye.”

Her eyes locked on his face. Oh, the rapture of watching her eyes roll back in her head when she sat down on his stiff member. She grabbed it in wanton ecstasy and aimed it where she wanted it. Her puffy tissues swallowed it in all its raw raging power, and he disappeared inside her.

His heart ached, and his body convulsed from the pressure of her contracting muscles all around him. Her inner anatomy stroked him in rhythmic pulses. She sealed her hot flesh against his skin, and he almost died of happiness.

He threw back his head and closed his eyes, but her mesmerizing face always drew him back. He had to stare at her. He had to watch her undulating in sinuous pleasure on his shaft. How could any man survive this heady mix of torture and bliss?

She tightened her fingers on his chest. She thrust him home to her deepest recesses until he thought he would explode. Her beauty enthralled him. He had to touch her all over. He had to cradle her swaying breasts and follow the majestic curve of her hips and waist. He had to massage her ass until she moaned in orgasmic fulfillment.

Her juices dribbled around his veins. His nuts compressed into her molten fissure. Her iron muscles clenched him so tight he couldn’t stand it. All the time, her gaze held him captive. He couldn’t take his eyes off her sex-starved face. She swayed between astonishment and craven lust and spiritual attainment.

He touched her face, and she turned aside to kiss his fingers. She sucked his fingers into her mouth, and the hot wet sensation shot a lightning bolt through his guts. His midsection contracted and shoved his prick deeper into her burning channel.

That quick thrust set off a chain reaction. She pumped her hips against him in a rapid-fire beat that rocketed him into outer space. He heaved off the bed and grabbed her in both arms. He pounded up into her from below while he dropped her down on his tool from above.

She shrieked louder than ever, but she didn’t try to stop him. Her breast appeared in his face, and he took it in all his animal madness. He bit her nipple while her glorious spongy wetness welcomed his hard piston pumping into it.

She arched her back against him. Her body tensed on the brink of a massive release. She submitted to his domination. She screamed to the heavens, but he couldn’t stop. He would never stop. He would take her with him into the stratosphere before he ever let her go.

She clung to him for dear life. He split her open until the steamy cocktail flowed out of her. She screamed and screamed. Her voice ripped the silence apart and woke the spirits from their slumbers. She called on this mausoleum to release its ghosts back to life.

Jamie folded his legs under him. He launched himself onto his knees and propped her up on his lap. She stared up into his eyes in shock, but she still didn’t stop. She wrapped her body around him and accepted that wicked spike plowing into her burning channel.

He couldn’t hold back any longer. The sight of her in mortal ecstasy rocketed him over the edge of the greatest climax of his life. He howled and roared in her face. She only screamed back in torrential completion. Her hot insides welcomed his life’s essence until they both overflowed to anoint each other in heaven.