Velvet Haven (32 page)

Pushing the edges of her panties up, he pressed them up into her crease, as his fingers slowly stroked her swollen and slick sex.

Never had she been more turned on in her life. It was as if every cell in her body was just waiting for Bran to pounce on her and take her.

“Bran, I want you so much,” she said, throwing her hips back and rubbing her bottom against him. She was drowning in excitement. If he didn’t quit teasing her, there was no telling what she was going to do.

“What will you do after I take you, Mairi?” he asked, tracing the shell of her ear with the tip of his tongue as his fingers slid slowly, playfully in her folds.

His voice was velvety dark against her ear. “No matter what happens, I’m going to remember this forever, the way you feel, the way your energy invades my body. And I’m going to keep those memories for the rest of my days.”

Mairi closed her eyes and let her head rest against the crook of Bran’s shoulder. He was hard and hot against her back as he fingered her. His free hand skated down her belly and over her hip. His touch was overflowing with that magical essence that seemed to seep out of him. She felt the hum start to travel up her body, along the nerve pathways, heating her skin, filling her blood, filling her core with him and his magic.

“That’s it. Let the energy build inside you. I can feel it drawing me in. It feels so damn good to be pulled into you. It’s a gentle tugging—no, a sucking,” he rasped. “The same sort of sucking sensation your mouth would give my cock.” He brushed his erection up against the cleft of her bottom, letting her feel how hard he was. “I can imagine it, you know, how’d you look tugging me into your mouth, sucking me into your body.”

“Bran,” she moaned, feeling her body begin to open to him.

“You cannot even imagine what it’s like to feel you, to feel all this energy coming into my body. You cannot believe how erotic it is.”

“Yes, I can.” She arched as his palm rested beneath her breast. “I know what it feels like. I can feel you inside me, too. Your energy. The hum that comes off your body, I can feel it working deep into mine.”

His breath hissed and she felt his hips press into her backside. He was hard—unbelievably hard. And that special vibration of his worked up her back and down into her sex, where it languished, teasing her with a glimpse of what it would be like to feel him deep inside her.

“Pull me deeper,” he urged, wrapping his body around hers. “Take me inside,
muirnin
, and suck me in deep.”

Pressing in, Bran reached for the delicate lace edging, then tore the white cotton in half, letting her panties fall, sopping wet, to the floor of the shower. She was now naked, the full globes of her ass beckoning his hand to rub them.

She whimpered as he grabbed for her hips and took them in his palms, angling her back toward him until he had her positioned in just the right way that her pink sex was visible and shimmering with arousal.

“What are you going to do to me?” she gasped through hurried breaths.

He lowered himself until he was kneeling behind her and looked up to meet her gaze. “What is it you want me to do to you?”

He pressed into her, moving his head to the side, so she could see everything as he let his mouth glide down her rounded bottom, until it reached the curved hollow. With a flick of his tongue, he licked an errant drop of water that had dripped onto his lips.

“C’mon,
muirnin
, tell me what you want me to do to you.”

She didn’t answer him, just twisted her body in order to watch him at work. He bit her then, a little lover’s bite, a bite that aroused her—and him.

“You want my mouth here?” he asked, parting her sex, exposing her. She nodded, as she stood beneath the water raining down from the showerhead, watching him.

“Bran,” she moaned. “I want your mouth everywhere.”

Jesus!
He loved the sound of her voice and the way the water rushed over her body and along her curves, shaping her, in an erotic rhythm that mesmerized him. Her moans burned in his ears, and the way her ass moved in his hands was more than magic.

If it was the last thing he did, he was going to lick her until she cried out his name as she came.

Pressing in, he kissed her there, the pink skin of her pussy, lapping the wetness away from his lips, savoring her taste. Her juices were flowing even more heavily for him than that first night. And the way she was trembling, her fingers scratching at the beige tiles, made him want to stretch this out, made him want her to beg for release.

So he dipped his head in again and dragged his tongue along her slick flesh and watched as her bottom moved, answering the swipe of his tongue.

He was flicking her clitoris when he saw her hand slide down the slick tiles. He moved in, sucked her clit between his lips. She tossed back her head and moaned, deep and long, and his blood sang in his veins, mixing with Mairi’s energy.

He couldn’t look away from her hand cupping her breast and the way her fingers slid over her wet nipple. She began to knead, to cup them both in her hands and press them together, teasing him with glimpses of pink nipples.

He knew then he had to get in there, between her breasts, to feel her warmth surrounding his pounding cock.

He stood up, roughly gripped her thigh and hooked it over his. She met his gaze, her lashes wet and heavy with water, her lips full and ready to commit carnal sin. Her breasts were still in her hands, but now she was tugging on her nipples, rolling them as her tongue streaked across her lower lip. He pulled her hips back, her sex already exposed and slick, and slid between her pussy, finding her clitoris with the tip of his erection.

“This is what a pierced cock feels like,
muirnin
. Get ready to scream.”

She gasped as the little metal ball at the top of his cock grazed her clit and slid over the taut bud, rolling along it, sensitizing it with alternate strokes of smooth metal and hot male flesh. She felt so fucking good that Bran forgot about the fact that she was supposed to kill him.

Oh my God . . .
In her mind, that was all Mairi was able to say. Her clit was on fire, her lips stretched wide with the width of Bran’s shaft. The piercing at the end of his cock teased her clitoris, making it hard and erect. She throbbed there, aching for something she didn’t know—harder, softer, she couldn’t say. She just knew she needed
something
.

In alternating rhythms he stroked her, metal ball, then his velvety tip . . . metal ball, then tip, until she was mindless and rolling her hips for more of his touch. She was so out of control that she was pulling hard at her nipples, increasing her sensation as she moaned.

While he pleasured her with his cock, Mairi felt the glide of his fingers down her spine. Up, then down, following the same path over and over. The skin all over her body was intensely sensitized. Her clitoris throbbed between pleasure and pain and the shattering need for release.

He knew, because this time when he reached the dimples in her back, he did not stop, but went lower, between the crease of her buttocks, and stroked up and down in a teasing line of fire that he kept in time with his cock.

“You’re ready to burst, aren’t you?” he murmured darkly in her ear. “You’d probably let me in here, wouldn’t you?” Gently he pressed his finger into her. “You gonna let me in,
muirnin
?”

Yes, she would let him in. She wanted him in every way.

He slid his finger into her at the same time he stroked her clitoris with the metal ball at the tip of his cock. She fell apart then, and screamed his name. He held her tight, his fingers pressing hard into her thigh as the vibrations in her body spread out among the pathway of her nerves.

She absorbed the vibrations of Bran’s body, too, bringing them in deeper. His energy coalesced with hers, making her orgasm even more potent.

She was nearly done when he pulled away from her. “Don’t leave,” she whispered, reaching for him. But he grasped her and whirled her around so that she was facing him. His cock was huge and purple, the veins distended with need. She wanted his need, wanted to feel the length of him filling her hard as he pinned her to the shower wall with his body. She wanted it . . . but was he going to give her what she wanted?

Bran thought she had to be the most gorgeous creature her God had ever created. Long hair fell down past her shoulders and her brown eyes had grown darker with passion. Her face was a perfect oval, and her lips were full and ripe. And her body. It was a thing of beauty. Full and lush with heavy pink-tipped breasts and round hips that filled up his palms. A soft little mound of a belly beckoned him, told him she was ready to be taken and explored. And hell, he was ready to take her, even though he knew he should do no such thing. She was his enemy.

“It’s okay,” she whispered, as if she could sense the turmoil inside him. “Really, I want . . . it’s all right. Please, Bran,” she moaned, as he shifted the shower head to spray directly over her breasts, bathing them with warm water, making them all glossy and wet and slippery. He turned the ring of the shower head, changing the flow of water from a gentle spray to a hard beat, making sure the water hit her nipples. She gasped and arched.

“Take them in your hands,” he said gruffly.

She cupped her breasts, then shoved them tight together, letting the pulsing water hit her nipples. He penetrated her with his fingers, stroked her, felt her grow warmer, wetter . . . hotter.

“You take my breath away,
muirnin
.” He tried to stem the words, to hide from the strange new feelings bubbling inside him. But he couldn’t. So he said it again with all the desperation he felt.

She nodded and licked the tip of his finger as he brushed it across her lips. Unable to resist the temptation she offered, he lowered his head, nuzzling the valley of scented skin. His cock grew, and he drove it against her belly as he sucked her nipple greedily into his mouth.

Her hand slid down between their molded bodies. Her fingertip found the tip of his cock, and she flicked at the metal ball while she ran her fingers along the sigils that decorated his shaft.

His glans was on fire as she teased the piercing at the tip of his cock. Then her fingers moved down until his heavy length was in her palm. Gripping him, she stroked, softly at first, then more firmly, until she was tossing him off the way he liked it, hard and fast. He was ready to explode, but not in her hand.

Their gaze met over the mounds of her breasts, and he reached for her wrist with one hand before gently tugging her down to her knees. They were kneeling, face-to-face. Their mouths met, hot and wet, kissing hungrily as their tongues swirled and his hands worked her breasts and nipples. He was blind to every thought except that of fulfillment.

She surprised him by breaking off the kiss and leaning forward, taking the tip of her tongue and circling it around his glans, flicking the metal ball. He groaned, then fisted her hair in his hand, drawing her down lower to fill her mouth. He savored it, the sound and feel of Mairi sucking him off.