The world fell away until the only thing left in her existence was the glorious wet heat of Duncan’s tongue.
He circled the hard nub of her desire and flicked against it, before sampling her depths only to suckle the bud into the warmth of his mouth once more.
His skill was exquisite, certainly not what she’d expected from a man so many years alone. A man who sought to impress and please his only lover.
Her body tensed and a flood of bliss pressed insistently at the dam that kept it restrained. Duncan growled and the flick of his tongue came faster, shoving her over the brink. A beast set on giving her incredible pleasure.
Evina’s body tingled with the brilliant rays of euphoria and her climax slammed over her.
He dragged his tongue over her several more times, her core now raw with sensitivity. A shudder of delight rippled through her.
“Please,” she gasped. “I want ye.”
She needn’t have said it at all, for Duncan was rising to his feet to stand between her legs. His intense stare remained fixed on her as he tugged free the belt on his trews and shoved them off. The leather pulled from his hips, revealing powerful thighs and a thick, hard cock which he gripped in his hand. Her center twitched in expectation for the fullness, the completeness.
He guided himself to her, until the swollen head of his prick pulsed thick and hot at her entrance.
“Yes,” Evina cried.
And he thrust hard into her.
DUNCAN’S SENSES whirled in a heady blur of tingling sensation and tight, gripping wet heat. Evina’s legs curled tighter on his hips, her heels at his arse as she drew him to her. Deeper into her.
The movement made her sheath flex. God, had anything ever felt so good? He gave a grunt of primal pleasure. He splayed his hands over her hips and thrust hard inside her before drawing out. She cried out again, her voice made husky by desire.
Her hips flexed up, guiding him harder, faster, until the savage slap of their joining filled the room and Duncan’s bollocks tightened. He squeezed his hands into fists and pushed his knuckles into the table so the hard surface ground into his bones.
Not yet, damn it.
He slowed his pace, letting her hips roll with the deliberate drive of his hips. Evina’s lashes fluttered and her moans faded to sighs of prolonged enjoyment. Her slender fingers eased between her legs and massaged the bud he’d licked only moments before. The erotic taste of her still lingered on his tongue, his mouth. The very thought made his cock jerk within her.
Her eyes widened and a coy smirk lifted the corner of her mouth. He let his hands roam over her body while they thrusted and flexed in deliberate movements, riding the slow building wave to what they both had to have. Her middle finger danced against the base of his cock while she pleasured herself, the action making her tighter against him until he could take it no more.
He grabbed her arse and shifted so his cock would rub the sensitive cleft for her. Her mouth fell open with a gasp. No more prolonging the building passion. He held her in place and pounded deep into her, hard and fast. Her breasts bounced with each slam of his cock into her until her sheath clenched in a telltale rhythm that sent him hurtling over the edge.
He roared with his release as he poured into her, encouraged by the throaty cry of her climax. His knees went soft with the force of their completion. He drew his hands from her bottom to the table, bracing his weight over her.
She smiled up at him, her gray eyes bright with satiated lust, her cheeks flushed. Her firm breasts rose and fell with her frenzied breath. “That was a commendable performance for a man who hadn’t been with a woman in fifteen years.”
His legs were more stable and he drew himself from her. She gave a shuddering gasp at the withdrawal. His hand skimmed up her body and grazed her nipple. “For a man who hadn’t been with a woman in fifteen years?”
“Impressed regardless of what ye’ve done or havena done these last fifteen years.” Her voice was honeyed and she pressed her breasts toward him. “What have ye done to get so damn good? I’m curious.”
“Reading.” He bent his head over her and drew his tongue over her stomach. Her skin tasted of salt and sex. Delicious. “A lot of reading.”
She stroked a hand down his hair. “I’d appreciate getting my hands on those books.”
He rose over her once more and stared down at her, transfixed by the raven black hair spilling over the desk like silk, the strong lines of her battle honed body, the tender expression softening her face.
She was the kind of woman a man would die for. As he very well might do.
She regarded him in turn, and her breathing slowed to normal. A quiet contentment nested between them, as often does when neither party regrets the unexpected sharing of mutual passion.
Her brows furrowed with a deep perception and she took in a breath as if she meant to speak. Duncan’s heart leapt. Mayhap she was falling in love. Would she break the curse? Was a certain phrase necessary to be spoken? The witch had never said…
Her lips parted, pink and soft. “Duncan.” She cast him a playful wink.
He grinned and leaned in, drawn with the cobweb-fine whisper of hope.
“Ye need to move so I can dress.” A smile warmed her words.
Duncan jumped backward and bent to retrieve his trews lest she see the blush burning his face. What a ridiculous folly, a pathetic misconception.
Seven more days.
It was too soon. Not enough time.
Clothing rustled briefly before him, and
