Shoulder the Skye (Skye Druids #2)(47)
Author: Donna Grant

 

She shoved the sweatshirt upward. Elias yanked off the top before claiming her mouth once more. She could get lost in his kiss. She tasted his insatiable hunger, felt his ravenous desire. Drank in his yearning. She couldn’t get enough of him. In his hands, she felt alive for the first time in her life.

 

Their tongues tangled while her hands explored his incredible body. Thick, broad shoulders. Muscular chest. Defined abs. She reached the waistband of his jeans and unbuttoned them. He sucked in a breath and stilled. She slid the zipper down slowly and reached inside his pants to cup him.

 

His groan, filled with pleasure and longing, brought a smile to her lips. Then his heat was gone as he yanked down his pants and underwear. She used the time to sit up and pull off her jumper and the tank beneath. She had been in a hurry, so she hadn’t put on a bra.

 

“Fuck. You’re the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen,” he murmured as he pulled her against him.

 

She gazed into his mesmerizing eyes and flattened her hands on his chest. Her eyes closed when he slid a hand between them and cupped her breast. The breath left her in a whoosh as he thumbed her nipple. The pleasure went straight to her center that throbbed with need as wetness flooded her.

 

“I need you inside me,” she begged.

 

His lips skimmed her ear, his warm breath fanning her neck. He lowered her to her back and met her gaze. He didn’t let her look away as he found the waist of her flannel pajama pants and tugged them down. She lifted her hips so he could remove the bottoms. Then he reached for her soaked panties.

 

She drank in the sight of him standing in the sliver of moonlight. His body was toned in a way that spoke of a lifetime of training. Her eyes lowered to his arousal. It jutted out between them, long and thick, begging for her attention.

 

 

 

 

 

Elias felt Bronwyn’s eyes on his cock. It jumped in response, eager to slide inside her, but it would have to wait. He had other plans first.

 

He rested his hands on her bare legs and gently spread them. She grinned, desire in her eyes. His breath caught when he saw her spread on the table in the soft moonlight like a decadent enticement. With a hand on her thighs, he bent and placed a kiss on her stomach.

 

Her breath hitched, causing him to smile inwardly. Elias ran his hands upward to the flare of her hips and then the indent of her waist before finding her full breasts. She arched her back when he massaged the globes. He spent some time teasing her nipples. All the while, his tongue trailed along her stomach. He retraced a path to her thighs with his hands. Kneeling on the floor, he caressed close to her sex.

 

“Elias,” she whispered in a breathy voice.

 

He smoothed his fingers over her trimmed curls, coming ever closer to her center. She shifted her hips, trying to reach him. He dodged her and kissed the inside of one thigh before moving to the other. He repeated the gesture, placing his lips closer to her center each time.

 

By the time his mouth hovered over her sex, her chest heaved with loud, ragged breaths.

 

 

 

 

 

CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR

 

 

 

 

 

Elias would be the death of her.

 

But oh, what a beautiful death it would be.

 

Bronwyn’s body vibrated with anticipation, with a longing so deep and penetrating it was like an awakening. As if her arousal had stirred her from a long, restless slumber, and Elias had removed the blinders from her eyes.

 

The instant his lips touched her center, her body went rigid, and her breath locked in her lungs. He ran his tongue along her sex, licking every part of her before swirling around her swollen, throbbing clit.

 

It had been so long since anyone had touched her that she came apart immediately. The intensity of the orgasm was such that it robbed her of voice and thought. It was the sensation of electrical currents shooting through her one after the last, coming so fast they were on top of each other. She drifted along tides of bliss that surged through her over and over again.

 

A lifetime must have passed when she sucked in a breath and forced open her eyes, her lethargic body still rocked by pulses of aftershocks. Her gaze landed on Elias, who finished sliding a condom onto his engorged rod. Her sex throbbed at the thought of him inside her. She reached for him as he leaned one hand on the table near her head.

 

He looked at her, his eyes flashing with hunger. “You have no idea how sexy that was to watch.”

 

She lifted her head in time to see him as he brought his cock to her entrance. He gently rubbed the head against her sensitive flesh, causing her to gasp at the feel of him. Then, he slowly pushed inside her.

 

Her head dropped back, and she dug her fingers into his arms as he pulled out and thrust deeper. Inch by inch, her body stretched to accept him. With one final push, he filled her completely.

 

She felt his muscles trembling beneath her hands. Bronwyn held his gaze as she undulated her hips. A muscle tensed in his neck.

 

“Doona,” he bit out in a voice roughened with longing. “You’ll finish me too soon.”

 

Unable to help it, she grinned. She’d never had such sway over a man before. It felt wonderful knowing he held on by a thread just as she had moments before. She was glad she had given in to the temptation and kissed him.

 

The muscles beneath her palms bunched and moved as he began pumping his hips in long, slow strokes. She lost herself in the rhythm. She’d known he would feel amazing, and she had been right. Bronwyn wrapped her legs around his waist again, shifting herself, which allowed him to go deeper.

 

He increased his cadence little by little until their bodies slapped together, and a fine sheen of sweat covered their skin. He never stopped, didn’t slow. It wasn’t long before desire began to tighten low in her belly again—the familiar build of pressure that she eagerly reached for.

 

 

 

 

 

Paradise. Nirvana.

 

Complete and utter rapture.

 

That was what it was like being with Bronwyn. He’d never known anything so evocative, so incredible could transpire between two people. But, somehow, he’d found it with the most astonishing woman. He never wanted the night to end.

 

The more he gave, the more she returned. Pleasure flowed easily between them, arousing them and bringing them to new heights. His body had never known this kind of hedonism, never experienced such carnal ecstasy. He’d found his match in every way with Bronwyn.

 

He felt her legs tighten around him, saw her eyes drift shut, and heard her breathing become erratic. She was close to climaxing again. He leaned on one hand and splayed the other on her stomach. Then, he found her clit with his thumb, swirling around the tiny bud until he felt her begin to tremble.