enjoyable.”
A soft sound of male amusement shook his chest. He grasped her other hand and unhooked the cuff first before lowering his mouth toward the skin eagerly awaiting its turn to be kissed. Instead he nipped her. A short, delicate bite that sent a jolt of pleasure through her entire arm.
“I am no gentle woman, trained to serve ye with hands soft as whispers,” she said as he tugged the sheer chemise up and over her head. “But I promise to make sure not an inch of ye is unattended.”
With the last barrier removed, her mouth went dry as excitement continued to twist in her belly. A rustle of unease tried to invade her mind, an uncertainty about whether or not she would enjoy everything he planned to do to her during this seduction. Some women didn’t care for the way a man’s length felt when lodged inside them. Some whispered of pain.
But others talked about pleasure so intense, they cried out with it.
“Perhaps I shall attend to you.” Reaching out, she boldly ran her fingers along the length of his cock. It was smooth and hot to the touch, her fingers sliding easily over its length.
“Sweet Christ …” Hayden spoke through clenched teeth. His expression turned harsh but his eyes brightened with enjoyment, giving her confidence.
“Ye may tend to me as much as ye like, lass.” Low and harsh, his voice sounded like she felt. Full of excitement and anticipation. Her confidence swelled up, banishing the nagging doubts that had been nibbling on her.
She had only stroked him with her fingertips, but she swiftly changed that, trying to clasp the entire length in her grasp.
“You mean like this, Hayden?”
It was overbold to voice such a question, but Elspeth did not care. She was not meek and he’d been warned about it. But there was something wickedly wonderful about the way his words made her feel, and she wanted to rise up to equal footing with him. There was a quiver of timidness flowing through her and it spurred her into action because standing still was a torment that she discovered she could not endure. Moving her hand on his cock, she stroked it and fingered the slit that sat on top of its head.
“Aye, lass …”
He groaned, and although she had never imagined that such a noise would sound enjoyable in that moment, it surely did. Pleasure shone in his expression, a deep enjoyment that she’d also never considered she might give to a man.
“But I can nae be so selfish as to take and not return the pleasure.”
His eyes opened and there was a wicked slant to them now. He scooped her up and off her feet in one swift motion. Her weight didn’t seem to cost him any effort; he held her cradled against his chest while walking toward the bed. It shook as he lowered her weight onto it. She lost her grasp on his rod and was pressed fully onto her back. Hayden lay down next to her but he remained on his side.
“Now that I have ye in my bed, I plan to feast on ye.”
He rolled over her, his larger body pressing her down into the softness of the goosedown bed. The ropes groaned but Hayden made a sound that was more interesting to her. It was deep and harsh but filled with male enjoyment. One of his knees parted her thighs, drawing a gasp from her lips. A kiss smothered it, trapping it between his lips and hers. He didn’t rush the kiss but lingered in place while his mouth teased hers. She needed to touch him, her hands smoothing over his sides and toying with the hard muscles of his arms.
But she was growing restless too. Her body was twisting and seeking something that had moved beyond a want, and had become a need. One that chewed on her belly, her clitoris, the center of the longing. Her thighs moved farther apart, the motion in harmony with the need churning in her belly.
“Not yet, lass. First I will prove that there is pleasure in having a husband, not just duty.”
He slid down her body, not stopping until his head was centered over her spread sex. She suddenly recalled her
A soft sound of male amusement shook his chest. He grasped her other hand and unhooked the cuff first before lowering his mouth toward the skin eagerly awaiting its turn to be kissed. Instead he nipped her. A short, delicate bite that sent a jolt of pleasure through her entire arm.
“I am no gentle woman, trained to serve ye with hands soft as whispers,” she said as he tugged the sheer chemise up and over her head. “But I promise to make sure not an inch of ye is unattended.”
With the last barrier removed, her mouth went dry as excitement continued to twist in her belly. A rustle of unease tried to invade her mind, an uncertainty about whether or not she would enjoy everything he planned to do to her during this seduction. Some women didn’t care for the way a man’s length felt when lodged inside them. Some whispered of pain.
But others talked about pleasure so intense, they cried out with it.
“Perhaps I shall attend to you.” Reaching out, she boldly ran her fingers along the length of his cock. It was smooth and hot to the touch, her fingers sliding easily over its length.
“Sweet Christ …” Hayden spoke through clenched teeth. His expression turned harsh but his eyes brightened with enjoyment, giving her confidence.
“Ye may tend to me as much as ye like, lass.” Low and harsh, his voice sounded like she felt. Full of excitement and anticipation. Her confidence swelled up, banishing the nagging doubts that had been nibbling on her.
She had only stroked him with her fingertips, but she swiftly changed that, trying to clasp the entire length in her grasp.
“You mean like this, Hayden?”
It was overbold to voice such a question, but Elspeth did not care. She was not meek and he’d been warned about it. But there was something wickedly wonderful about the way his words made her feel, and she wanted to rise up to equal footing with him. There was a quiver of timidness flowing through her and it spurred her into action because standing still was a torment that she discovered she could not endure. Moving her hand on his cock, she stroked it and fingered the slit that sat on top of its head.
“Aye, lass …”
He groaned, and although she had never imagined that such a noise would sound enjoyable in that moment, it surely did. Pleasure shone in his expression, a deep enjoyment that she’d also never considered she might give to a man.
“But I can nae be so selfish as to take and not return the pleasure.”
His eyes opened and there was a wicked slant to them now. He scooped her up and off her feet in one swift motion. Her weight didn’t seem to cost him any effort; he held her cradled against his chest while walking toward the bed. It shook as he lowered her weight onto it. She lost her grasp on his rod and was pressed fully onto her back. Hayden lay down next to her but he remained on his side.
“Now that I have ye in my bed, I plan to feast on ye.”
He rolled over her, his larger body pressing her down into the softness of the goosedown bed. The ropes groaned but Hayden made a sound that was more interesting to her. It was deep and harsh but filled with male enjoyment. One of his knees parted her thighs, drawing a gasp from her lips. A kiss smothered it, trapping it between his lips and hers. He didn’t rush the kiss but lingered in place while his mouth teased hers. She needed to touch him, her hands smoothing over his sides and toying with the hard muscles of his arms.
But she was growing restless too. Her body was twisting and seeking something that had moved beyond a want, and had become a need. One that chewed on her belly, her clitoris, the center of the longing. Her thighs moved farther apart, the motion in harmony with the need churning in her belly.
“Not yet, lass. First I will prove that there is pleasure in having a husband, not just duty.”
He slid down her body, not stopping until his head was centered over her spread sex. She suddenly recalled her
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