Righteous Side of the Wicked by Jennifer Bray Weber

Author:Jennifer Bray Weber
Language: eng
Format: mobi
Tags: Medieval
Publisher: 0
Published: 2018-12-17T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter Six

A LOW CHUCKLE rumbled from his throat. “Ye are a bold woman.”

“Ye only live once, Coire, and what a short life ’tis.”

His amusement reshaped, as if he sobered. A darkness fell upon him. One she recognized. And shared. Base, honest, raw.

She dropped her hold on her bodice and let the fabric fall. But he didna look down at what she offered.

His nod was near imperceptible. “’Tis a verra short life indeed. I’m eager to savor my good fortune.” He yanked her flush to him. Skin to skin, her breasts mashed against his hard chest. She didna wait for his next move but he met her kiss with an open mouth.

Treva couldna get close enough to him. Any hairsbreadth between them was a chasm.

Without breaking the connection, they twisted and stumbled but soon she was on her back in his bed reveling in the weight of him, in how he caressed her breasts. The sensations he created thickened the potent fog once more. She explored every inch of him she could reach, committing his back, shoulders, and waist with her hands to memory as if she were a blind woman. But she fell short, unable to touch him in equally tantalizing parts of his body. And taste. She had to taste him. She broke the kiss in favor of his neck. Salty, masculine, heady.

Coire pushed back on his fists. Confidence budded within her as his gaze feasted upon her. “Beautiful.”

She skimmed a finger down the rippling ridges from his chest to his navel. “Beautiful,” she answered.

“I want the rest of you naked.”

“Ye first.” Twasn’t out of modesty. Nay, she simply wanted to admire him before the power of desire overcame them.

Coire got to his knees with a devilish smirk and slipped his breeches off his hips down to his thighs.

Treva swallowed…hard. His shaft nestled in a crisp thatch stood out thick and stiff. Spellbound, she reached for him. His whole body became rigid as she touched him, tested the weight of him, stroked his velvet smooth length. He sucked in breath through his teeth. She glanced up to his pained, curious expression staring back at her.

Driven by an erratic pulse, she brought her tongue to the tip of him to capture the bead of moisture there. Never had she ever tasted a man this way, but suddenly she wanted to devour him. She slipped him into her mouth, wrapped her lips around him. Treva wasna sure what she was to do next, but she loved hearing his raspy curse and throaty moan. She withdrew, dragging her tongue along the underside of him. Coire’s breath hitched, his shaft twitched. Aye, she loved eliciting his response. She did it again, taking him further into her mouth and licking him as she pulled back. And then again. His sounds, they goaded her. She gripped him tighter, sucked faster. His hand cupped the back of her head, his fingers gripping her hair, and he guided her pace. But when she moaned, he abruptly tugged her away.

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