CHAPTER FOURTEEN #2
His movements lithe and strangely graceful, Galen knelt across from her.
Neither spoke. It was as if they both knew that to do so would break the ephemeral lovers’ spell that had been cast upon them.
Caressing him with her eyes, Laoghaire’s gaze drifted across the planes of Galen’s face, discovering anew each and every feature of his staggeringly handsome face.
The broad forehead. The noble nose. The prominent cheekbones.
The firm, manly lips. Lastly, her gaze settled on the jagged scar that bisected his left cheek.
Slowly, barely making contact with Galen’s skin, Laoghaire traced the discolored welt with the tip of her forefinger.
There was a time when she reveled in the knowledge that it was her brother, the laird of Clan MacKinnon, who’d put his mark upon her husband’s face.
Now the sight of that marred flesh elicited a different reaction entirely.
Determined to put her own mark upon him, Laoghaire leaned toward Galen and, very gently, she placed her lips upon his scar.
It was no more than a whisper of a kiss. And though he remained motionless, when she pulled her head back, Laoghaire was startled to see Galen peer intently at her from beneath heavy lids, his unblinking expression so compelling that she swayed slightly.
Wrapping a steadying arm around her waist, Galen slowly pulled her toward him.
When her bare breasts came into contact with his naked body, she heard the breath catch in his throat.
Or maybe it was her own breath that she heard, for she was barely able to stifle a whimper of pleasure as her distended nipples bore into the muscles of his chest and she felt his fully erect member prod brazenly against her belly.
In that charged moment, she sensed that Galen wanted to kiss her.
Without thinking, Laoghaire moistened her lips with her tongue.
“Is that an invitation?” Galen asked in a noticeably husky voice.
She nodded her assent. In truth, she was so keen for that very thing that had he not asked, she would have wrapped her arms around his neck and initiated the kiss herself.
Her consent obtained, Galen angled his head to one side.
Leaning toward her, he covered her mouth with his own.
Like a master craftsman, he used his lips and tongue with a devastating expertise, ably awakening within her feelings so vibrant, so powerful, she experienced yet another heated rush.
But this time the warmth was centered in her pelvic region.
Even more arousing, the inner fire began to pulsate, radiating outward in tight ripples.
Moaning softly, Laoghaire parted her mouth.
Quick to seize his chance, Galen thrust his tongue between her lips, titillating her with playful darts and more sensuous entwinings.
When he cupped her breast and began to rub his thumb back and forth over her nipple, she felt the blood surge wildly through her body.
Acting purely on womanly instinct, she grabbed hold of Galen by the biceps as she pressed herself more fully against the palm of his hand.
He groaned into her mouth, while his other hand found its way to her buttocks, enabling him to hold her firmly in place as he brazenly rocked his hips against hers.
Long moments passed before they finally pulled apart. In the wake of that shattering kiss, both of them trembled.
“God’s heart, your lips are a sweet morsel,” Galen rasped, his thin nostrils flared like a stallion’s. “But I crave a more exotic delicacy.”
Wondering what he could possibly mean by that, Laoghaire offered no protest as Galen urged her to lie back and place her head upon his folded cloak.
Once she had comfortably situated herself, he proceeded to leave a trail of warm kisses along her jaw before he nibbled softly on her earlobe.
His mouth then roamed lower, blazing its way along her neck.
When he took a rigid nipple into his mouth and laved it with his tongue, she shuddered in response.
But evidently that was not the “morsel” he sought, for his lips continued to move down the length of her body.
Without warning, Galen slid a hand between her legs and pried them apart. When he suddenly insinuated himself between her splayed thighs, she began to squirm uneasily, startled at having his broad shoulders wedged between her legs.
“Ye mustn’t do that,” she protested, as she tried to wiggle free.
Galen easily held her in place, his heavily muscled arms pressing into her upper thighs. “But I am hungry and a lovely feast awaits me,” he crooned. As he spoke, his warm breath fanned her inner folds.
Sweet Mary!
At feeling that heated warmth against her exposed, sensitive skin, her entire body began to tingle with excitement. Now, instead of trying to squirm free of Galen, she unthinkingly arched her hips in his direction.
Bracing his hands on either side of her woman’s mound, Galen very gently strummed the tip of one blunt finger along the moistened slit just before he set his mouth upon her. Stunned by the bold caress—which was akin to tossing spirits on an already raging fire—Laoghaire gasped aloud.
’Tis shameful, she thought guiltily when his tongue circled her tender opening and he lapped at her womanly juices.
Nay, ’tis wondrous, she thought in the next breath.
The pleasure that Galen wrought was so keenly felt, she writhed wantonly against him.
Undeterred, he held her steady in his hands.
Continuing to kiss her in that most shockingly intimate manner, he used his tongue to jab and lick, to poke and prod.
Suddenly experiencing an exquisite tightening, she sensed that she was being hurtled toward something.
And though her body had become as hot as the seven hells, what she felt was more akin to the glories of heaven. A splendid tumult of pure sensation.
When Galen began to suckle her hidden nubbin, the pleasure became so acute that she had but a second’s warning before the fire within her exploded.
Bombarded with tiny shards of intense sensation, Laoghaire arched wildly against him, caught in the throes of an ecstatic burst unlike any she had ever known.
In that instant it was as if a fiery pleasure thundered down upon her.
Startled by the force of her reaction, Laoghaire cried out as she continued to ride an unexpected but extremely pleasurable crest.
Once the throbbing finally subsided, Galen licked Laoghaire’s folds one last time before he slid his body up and over hers. “Did you enjoy your woman’s peak?” he asked with the hint of a knowing smile.
Still reeling in the aftermath of that astonishing experience, she weakly nodded her head. “’Twas most pleasurable,” she told him, secretly thrilled by the fact that she could smell her essence upon his lips.
Taking hold of his engorged shaft, Galen lightly caressed her with it. “Does this hurt?” he asked as he began to ease himself into her wet passage.
“Aye, there is some pain,” she whispered, suddenly feeling an uncomfortable fullness as Galen’s organ slowly stretched her inner chasm. “Perhaps if ye went about it quickly, the pain will not be long in duration.”
With a rueful expression, Galen said, “In other words, you wish to get it over and done with.” Abiding by her request, he surged into her with such power that Laoghaire felt nigh impaled upon his manhood.
Hit with a burst of pain, she dug her fingers into Galen’s shoulders. When he began to pull out of her, she was greatly relieved. But it was a short-lived relief; in the next instant, he again drove deeply into her.
A rhythm soon developed. And though Laoghaire’s inner muscle’s continued to cling snugly to Galen’s rod, the pain began to dissipate, replaced with a pleasurable tension.
It was so pleasurable that Galen’s manroot—heavy, hot, and unrelentingly hard—made her feel as though her body had merged with his.
I am burning for him, she thought, just before the inner flames burst in a shattering pulsation.
Convulsing around him, Laoghaire succumbed to a sudden and powerful urge to scream Galen’s name aloud.
“Sweet Jesu,” Galen rasped. Throwing back his head, he thrust deeply into her.
A heartbeat later, his entire body shuddered and his face contorted as though he were in agony.
Overwhelmed, words, indeed even thoughts, eluded her. She sensed that Galen experienced a similar reaction, for he rolled onto his side with an exhausted grunt.
Filled with a radiant languor, Laoghaire extended a hand in Galen’s direction and gently caressed his scarred cheek.
When he peered over at her, she smiled dreamily and said, “I didn’t know . . .”