He pressed his mouth to hers as she wound her arms around his neck again. Their lips brushed, once, twice. The next time, their tongues met, and all that mattered was the beautiful, amazing female in his arms.
Chapter Fourteen
The desire that rushed through her was intoxicating, Rordan’s kiss exhilarating. His hands moved all over her, touching and caressing. She couldn’t remember the last time she had felt this sexy, this desired.
This…wanted.
The night breeze rushed over their heated skin. She slid her fingers into his hair, and his lips traveled from her mouth down her neck. She dropped her head back, giving him better access. A shiver ran through her when he touched a pleasure point.
She gasped in delight when he fisted her hair and gently tugged her head back farther as he removed their clothes with magic. His other hand caressed her from her stomach up to her breasts. Her nipples puckered instantly as she felt the sea air against her skin. His mouth closed over a turgid peak and gently suckled, causing her to moan at the rush of pleasure.
He released her hair. She sat up, and they came together in a scorching kiss filled with raw need. Rordan gripped her hips and lifted her so that she hovered over his cock. She wanted to touch him, to feel him, to put him into her mouth, but her hunger was too great. And he knew it.
She tore her lips from his as he lowered her, his thick arousal slowly filling her body. Fianna looked at Rordan to find him gazing at her as if she were something special, and her heart skipped a beat. Their mouths came together once more as their bodies began to move. His hands were all over her body, touching and caressing. He knew just how to move, just how to hold her to give her the most pleasure.
Her hands were just as busy, running over his broad shoulders and the thick sinew of his arms and chest. She couldn’t get enough of his body, his touch, his kisses. It might have been a long time since she had given in to her desires, but she still knew that there was something special happening between her and Rordan.
He moved faster, sending her tumbling toward an orgasm. It hit her suddenly, overtaking her and stealing her breath. The force of the release flung her into an abyss of ecstasy and bliss she never wanted to come back from. All she could do was cling to him as her body shattered into a thousand pieces before slowly coming back together again.
Rordan’s eyes had darkened, the desire enveloping them. She moved her hips faster, wanting him to experience the same pleasure she had. His fingers dug into her hips as their bodies moved against each other until he shouted and climaxed. She held him tightly, just as he had held her earlier during what had felt like one of the darkest moments of her life.
They remained locked together until their breaths evened out. Then Rordan rolled them to the side. Fianna wasn’t at all surprised to find a blanket beneath them. They shared a smile as he pulled out of her and gathered her in his arms as he settled onto his back. She released a long breath and stared at the landscape. She could just make out the darkened, rolling cliffs that fell away to the sea.
She had been so angry when Rordan brought her here that she hadn’t noticed anything. Even after she’d finished crying and told her story, her memories had filled her mind. No other person in the universe knew her past the way Rordan now did. Getting the words out had left her feeling as if a huge weight had been lifted from her shoulders.
He kissed her forehead, causing her to smile. She became drowsy, her eyes heavy until she could no longer keep them open. She drifted off to sleep, slumbering peacefully. Dreams of Rordan woke her.
Her hands slid over his chest as she recalled not getting to have her fun with his body. She pushed up to look down at him. His eyes opened as his lips curved seductively. As she leaned down to kiss him, one of his hands came up to cup the back of her head.
How she loved his kisses. It would be so easy to lay there and kiss him until the end of time, but she wanted a chance to get a good look at him. Fianna ended the kiss and smoothed her hands over his chest and abdomen. She marveled at his chiseled abs and trim hips. She bent and placed her lips against his skin, kissing him lightly. Everywhere her hands went, her lips followed, licking and kissing.
Only when she had covered his entire torso did she look lower. His cock was hard, straining. She gently wrapped her fingers around it, remembering how good he had felt inside her. Fianna stroked his length, coming to learn the velvety skin with steel beneath. She glanced at his face to find him staring at her with hooded eyes, his hands fisted in the blanket.
She grinned, holding his gaze as she bent toward his arousal. His chest rose and fell rapidly, his lips parted. Then she parted her lips and wrapped them around his cock. Rordan moaned and whispered her name. She lavished attention on his arousal, bringing him to the brink of release. She wanted to push him over the edge, but he had other ideas.
Before she knew it, she was on her back with Rordan between her legs. The first lash of his tongue on her sex made her eyes roll back in her head. Desire tightened something low in her belly with each flick of his tongue. When he pushed a finger inside her, she teetered on the edge of climax.
Suddenly, Rordan rose over her and thrust inside. Fianna wrapped her legs around him as he began to move faster, driving deeper, harder. With each plunge, the pleasure intensified. Until she peaked. The ecstasy was blinding, her body awash with the astonishing, incredible sensations. But she didn’t go alone. Rordan joined her, sharing in the delightful bliss.
Within moments, Fianna was asleep.
Rordan woke her by kissing her shoulder. He was snuggled behind her as she used his arm as a pillow. She rolled to face him, knowing what he needed—because it was the same thing she wanted.
They came together throughout the rest of the night, touching and kissing as they made love, each time different from before. Once they were spent, they would rest for a while, then start all over. Sometimes, she was the one to wake him. Other times, he woke her. But always they reached for each other. Always, they came together.
They lay wrapped in each other’s arms when Fianna saw the first streaks of dawn. She wasn’t ready for the night to be over. The light of day would bring the need for decisions she wasn’t prepared to make.
“Not yet,” Rordan whispered as he scooped her into his arms and jumped them inside the house to his bed.
He covered them as she rested her cheek on his chest and threw her leg over his. He wrapped an arm around her and kissed her forehead. She smiled as she fell into a deep, dreamless sleep—the kind of rest she hadn’t had in centuries.
A clap of thunder startled Fianna awake.
“Easy,” Rordan said as he rubbed his hand up and down her back.
“How long did I sleep?”
He put his other arm behind his head. “Several hours.”
She should get back to the manor and Dorcha, but she didn’t want to leave. She didn’t want any part of her family anymore. The blinders were off, and now that she saw what they had done to her—what she had allowed them to do—she wouldn’t be party to any of it again.
“How are you doing?” Rordan asked.
Fianna shrugged and blew out a breath. “Physically, I feel great. Mentally and emotionally, I’m still struggling with everything that happened last night. With Dorcha,” she added, just in case Rordan thought she meant him.
He played with the ends of her hair. “I don’t know many who wouldn’t feel as you do. What I can tell you is that there is nothing wrong with what we did last night. All night.”