When his hands covered her breasts completely, she arched her back, thrusting the rigid tips, so deliciously sensitive, against his callus-roughened palms. She wanted to do more, to press her full length against him, until she melted into his hard-muscled form. She felt a need so palpable, it throbbed and pulsed with a life of its own.
“You’re a woman of great passion….”
Dazed, she shook her head. “Niall…”
Tenderness filled him as he watched a lush sensuality suffuse her face. “I like the sound of my name upon your lips. Perhaps we should see if I can make you cry it aloud again.”
Sabrina bit back a whimper, trying to resist the maddening games his touch was playing on her ready flesh.
“Look at me, love.”
His eyes were smoldering embers in the candlelight, his voice a velvet whisper. “How bonny you are…Your breasts are exquisite, so firm and taut, the nipples pouting like wild rosebuds eager to be kissed.”
With light erotic strokes, he caressed each peaking crest into a rigid, aching hardness, rubbing and teasing the furled buds with expert skill, filling Sabrina with a hot shameless yearning that grew with each heartbeat. Her body felt heavy and tense with wanting, with craving.
Then his dark head dipped, his mouth skimming hot and open against her bosom. A sweet blinding hunger flooded her.
“Do you ache here, sweeting? Shall I ease the pain? Let me taste you…”
His tongue was rough and wet on her tender skin as it wrapped around a budding nipple. The arrow of pleasure that shot through Sabrina made her whimper aloud. She would have collapsed against him had he not supported her.
Her fingers clung to his powerful shoulders as his lips captured the pouting crest. Her heart lurched wildly as he suckled the rigid peak. A wave of stunning sensation streaked through her, excruciatingly violent, a fire burning in her blood. Sabrina moaned again raggedly.
The murmur that sounded deep in Niall’s throat was one of approval. “Aye…let me hear your pleasure…”
Slowly, gently, he teased each peaking crest into a rigid aching hardness. Like a lash of dark fire, his tongue flickered and tormented, arousing sweet searing pleasure within her, filling her with a raw, reckless hunger, until she wanted to plead for mercy.
When weakly she tried to pull away from him, though, Niall wrapped her in the sweet prison of his arms. She wanted him, he was certain. He’d known too many women not to recognize need when he saw it, tasted it. Pulling her resisting body across his, he rolled with her, till she lay sprawled among the pillows.
“Lie back,” he commanded with a roughened voice. His lips tasting the flare of her pulse at her throat, he pushed up her skirts to her waist.
He was going to take her, Sabrina thought tensely, without even removing her clothes.
But he made no move to cover her with his body. Instead he reached down to stroke the satiny flesh between her thighs. Sabrina gasped as his maddeningly slow fingers made her body flow hot and wanton.
“Please…Niall…”
“Oh, I shall please you, sweetheart, I promise. I want to do every wicked, delightfully lustful thing we can think of.”
Shifting his body to a lower position between her legs, he bent his head. Shock swept through her as she felt his unshaven jaw scraping her bare inner thighs. When she jerked her hips in response, he held them in a gentle grip. “No, lie still. Let me taste your honey….”
She lay there breathless, rigid, as he resumed his masterful attentions. Following the path of his fingers, he found the dewy, throbbing center of her, savored her secret softness with his tongue. He smiled in satisfaction at the slick wetness he found there. Her taut body was hot and explosive with need. One thrust and she’d be twisting beneath him, breathless and ready. But he wanted to show her another side of her passionate nature, one where she cast off all shyness and restraint.
Ignoring her shocked gasp of protest, he held her open to him, his thumbs on either side of her cleft. “You’re like a flower, Sabrina…delicate, so impossibly sweet….”
Her entire body clenched with anticipation as his caressing lips found her again in a tantalizing act of primitive possession. He kissed her lovingly, as if sipping nectar, suckling gently.
She whimpered at the shameful pleasure and clutched at him, her fingers tightening reflexively in his thick hair. Yet he continued his tender, wicked assault, teasing, exploring the yielding, warm folds of her flesh, finding the aching bud of her femininity…Her heart beat wildly, her body pulsed with desire. Then she felt the silken probe of his tongue parting her…setting off a firestorm of exquisite sensation.
“Oh, God…no…” she pleaded, yet trembling with need.
“Yes,” her husband insisted. “I want your pulse wild and fast, your breath coming sweet and hot. I want you blind with passion from my tongue, my hands, my heat.”
There was no escaping the tender torment, yet she no longer wanted to escape. Each slow, drugging stroke was heaven. He went on suckling her, lapping, drinking from her essence, the erotic assault long and lingering and deliberately drawn out, tantalizing her beyond endurance. When another probing kiss invaded her, he forced a shuddering moan from deep within her throat.
“That’s it, love,” he urged hoarsely. “Let me hear every sweet gasp. Let me feel every wild leap of your pulse….”
She writhed, her hips straining under the delicate lash of his tongue, the tender plundering of his relentless mouth. A sob built inside her, catching in her throat. Quaking from the unbearable pleasure, Sabrina thrashed her head from side to side, fighting the dark magic he commanded.