Chapter 27 #2
Alpin broke the kiss only to trail his lips down the column of her throat, his teeth grazing the sensitive skin just below her ear.
She shuddered, her head falling back to give him better access, her fingers tangling in his dark hair.
"Alpin—" His name was a plea on her lips, a prayer and a demand all at once.
"I've got ye," he growled against her skin, his voice a low rumble that vibrated through her.
His hands slid down to her skirt, gathering the fabric in his fists before slowly, deliberately, lifting it.
The cool air of the library kissed her bare thighs, and she bit her lip to stifle another moan. She was exposed, vulnerable, but the way he was looking at her, like she was the only thing in the world worth worshipping, chased away any hint of shame.
His fingers found the damp heat between her legs, and she whimpered, her hips jerking forward of their own accord. He didn't touch her where she ached the most, not yet.
Instead, he traced slow, maddening circles around her clit, his touch feather-light, barely there.
"Ye're so wet fer me," he murmured, his breath hot against her ear. "I can feel how much ye want this."
His fingers slid through her wetness, parting her lips before dipping inside. She cried out, her nails digging into his shoulder as he curled his fingers, stroking her inner walls with slow, deliberate precision.
He started moving faster.
She was panting now, her body coiled tight, her release already curling low in her belly. But before she could tip over the edge, he pulled his hand away, leaving her empty and aching.
She whined in protest, but he silenced her with another searing kiss, his tongue plunging into her mouth as his hands gripped her hips, lifting her effortlessly onto the edge of the nearest reading table.
The wood was cool and smooth beneath her bare thighs, books scattered across its surface.
Alpin stepped between her legs, his hands sliding up her thighs, pushing her skirt higher until it was bunched around her waist. His manhood was a heavy, insistent presence against her inner thigh, the heat of him branding her even through the fabric of his breeches.
She reached for him, her fingers fumbling with the laces of his pants, her need making her clumsy.
He helped her, his breath coming in short, sharp gasps as she freed him. His manhood sprang free, thick and flushed.
She wrapped her hand around him, stroking him once, twice, before he groaned, his hips jerking forward. "If ye keep that up, this'll be over before it starts," he warned, his voice strained.
She smirked, even as her own body throbbed with anticipation.
He gripped her hips, pulling her to the very edge of the table, and positioned himself at her entrance. Their eyes locked, and for a heartbeat, the world stilled.
Then he pushed inside, slow and steady, giving her time to adjust to the stretch of him. She was tight, her body clenching around him as he filled her inch by inch, the burn of it delicious and overwhelming.
"Fuck, ye feel—" His words cut off in a groan as she rocked her hips, taking him deeper. He was fully seated inside her now, his manhood throbbing, his forehead pressed to hers. "Perfect," he finished, his voice raw.
She didn't let him stay still for long. She wrapped her legs around his waist, her heels digging into the small of his back, urging him to move. And he did.
He pulled back slowly, almost all the way out, before slamming back into her with a force that made her cry out.
The table creaked beneath them, the sound of skin slapping against skin filling the library, mingling with their ragged breaths and desperate moans.
Alpin set a punishing rhythm, his thrusts deep and relentless, each one hitting that spot inside her that made her see stars. She clung to him, her nails scoring lines down his back, her body tightening like a bowstring.
His hand slid between them, his thumb finding her clit, rubbing in tight, frantic circles.
The dual sensation, his cock pounding into her, his fingers working her most sensitive flesh, sent her hurtling over the edge.
Her orgasm crashed over her like a wave, her body clamping down around him as she screamed his name, her back arching off the table.
Alpin followed her over with a groan, his manhood pulsing deep inside her as he came, his release hot and thick.
She could feel him spilling into her, marking her, claiming her in a way no vow or contract ever could. His body shuddered above hers, his breath coming in ragged gasps as he rode out the last waves of his climax.
For a long moment, neither of them moved. The only sounds in the library were their labored breathing and the distant crackle of the fireplace.
Alpin finally lifted his head, his dark eyes soft as he brushed a sweat-damp strand of hair from her forehead.
"Ye're incredible," he murmured, pressing a kiss to her temple.
She laughed breathlessly, her body still humming with the aftermath of pleasure. "Ye're nae so bad yerself."
He pulled out slowly, and she winced at the loss, already missing the weight of him inside her.
He helped her sit up, his hands gentle as he smoothed her skirt back down.
She could still feel him on her skin, in the ache of her body, the taste of him on her lips.
It was intoxicating.
They straightened their clothes in silence, their fingers brushing occasionally, sending fresh sparks of desire through her.
When they were as presentable as they were going to get, Alpin offered her his hand. She took it, letting him pull her off the table and into his arms.
He held her close, his lips pressing against her hair, and she buried her face against his chest, breathing in the scent of him, sweat and sex and something uniquely Alpin.
They stayed like that for a while, wrapped in each other, hidden among the shelves.
The library had always been a place of secrets, but this one felt like the most precious of all. When they finally stepped apart, their fingers lingered, tangled together, neither willing to let go just yet.