She tilted her face forward to brush her lips over his once more. And again and again and again. Her core pulsed with desire, but more than the need for satiation was the craving for his touch on all of her.
Her fingers moved over his belt, pulling it free. It clunked to the ground and was soon joined by his doublet and leine. Faye paused in undressing him to marvel at his body. Her hands glided over his bare skin, taking note of every detail of him, learning every scar, every swell and valley of hard-won muscle.
Through it all, he watched her, not saying anything, his expression soft with regard that settled into an unfamiliar part of her soul. He put his hands on her shoulders and gently turned her around. She gathered her hair in one hand to allow him access to the ties at the back of her gown.
His mouth swept over the sensitive dip between her shoulder and her neck. Ripples of delight teased over her skin. She pressed back against him as a sigh escaped her lips. He was hard against her bottom, the thick column of his arousal jutting with a need that was echoed in her own core. He continued to kiss her as he unlaced her dress. First pressing his lips to her neck, then her shoulder as it was bared, then the nakedness of her back as the kirtle and sark slid away.
Every kiss was a spark that left her skin humming with delicious heat. Her clothing pooled at her feet in a soundless heap, followed by the soft pop of the ties of his trews being undone and the rustle of leather pushed free from his legs.
He curled an arm around her chest and drew her back against him as he cupped her left breast in one large hand. Though they had been naked many times together, the meeting of skin to skin was even more euphoric. Like the heat of sun spreading over one’s face on a cold day.
He kissed her neck again, light passes of his mouth as the hardness at her back swelled. His free hand eased over her waist, her hips, her stomach and down between her thighs. The first connection of his fingers at her center elicited an eager gasp that nearly knocked her knees from beneath her.
He gave a low growl in her ear and curled his finger inside her, stroking her as his lips played over her skin, and his thumb swept over her nipple.
Faye’s legs went weak as her body ignited under his ministrations. She arched toward him, yearning to be with him wholly and completely. Slowly, he turned her around and lifted her into his arms.
She gave a little laugh. “Are ye taking me somewhere?”
His eyes locked on hers, and he gave a half-smile that made her heart go soft. “I’m taking ye to bed, wife. But no’ like before.”
She put her hand to his chest as he carried her and trailed her fingertips over the powerful muscles of his shoulders. His was a body sculpted by the life of a warrior.
“Not like before?” she asked in a husky voice.
“Nay.” He settled her on the bed and caressed her in sweeping touches from shoulder to navel. “I want to take my time with ye, to explore every inch of yer body.”
She closed her eyes to relish all her senses better. She wanted to lose herself in the spiciness of his masculine scent, in the whisper of his fingers causing waves of tingles over her entire body. She wanted her ears filled with the quiet huff of his breath hitched with excitement. She longed for the saltiness of his skin on her tongue and to watch the shadows play over his powerful body. She craved all of it, all of him. All of them.
The bed shifted beneath her, and she realized he was no longer at her side. She opened her eyes to find him crawling down her body. He stopped when his face was near her navel and traced his fingers down her inner thighs.
The delicate muscles there trembled as her legs parted for him, revealing herself to him. He gazed at her center, and heat rose in her cheeks. Then he ran his thumb down her sex in a slow, sensual stroke. A low groan sounded in the back of his throat.
Pleasure rippled through her, not only at his intimate petting but at the delight he took in seeing her. Yet for the first time, she wasn’t relishing in the power her body had over him, but in the gratification that she took from knowing he found her so desirable.
His eyes met hers with an intensity that made her bones go soft, then he lowered his head, his mouth hovering over her sex. The tip of his tongue followed the same path his thumb had: gliding over her sex.
Her breath caught.
Before she could protest, before she could even register the bliss of such an intimate kiss in her shocked mind, he licked her again. Her hands clenched into the bedclothes as she suddenly feared she might slide off the earth.
He flicked his tongue over her, probing inside her, circling the little sensitive bud, now swollen with the brazenness of his ministrations. Everything in her went tighter still as an impending release caught her in its grip.
He shifted slightly and eased a finger inside her, stroking her within as his tongue teased over her. It was all too much in the most exquisite way. Faye tumbled away from any element of control and climaxed with an unrestrained cry.
Ewan lapped at her even as she gave way to her crises. Her hips jerked away at the sensitivity of her sex. She laughed lightly. “’Tis too much,” she gasped.
He delivered one final lick, then kissed her lower stomach and up her body as he crawled over her once more. She squirmed underneath him,
