Unwilling (Highland Historical #2)

when
her other hand joined her first in their bold investigation.
    God, but he was huge, and the
thought of all this barely contained power unleashed on her body spiked with an
urgent need that had been banked by her first climax. 
    His hard stomach heaved beneath her
hands as she drew them lower.  It never occurred to her to be shy, not after
what he’d just done.  Instead, she wanted an equal part in this.  She wanted to
give what she received and claim the pride that he displayed at her pleasure. 
    When she wrapped her fingers around
his sex he growled and gripped both of her shoulders.  His preternatural eyes
rolled back and disappeared into his skull.  His lips curled away from sharpened
teeth, but she still was not afraid.  This part of him was beautiful and
mysterious.  Lindsay wondered what it felt like for him, locked and pulsing
with blood beneath her hand.  Did it please him like his touch had pleasured
her?
    She moved her hand from the thick
base of his shaft to the plumb head where she discovered a slick bit of
moisture clinging to the opening.  This was his desire for her.  This was what
he would release deep inside of her when the time came. 
    All right, maybe she feared that a
little.  He was so big, so hard and heavy and hot as a branding iron.  He could
split her in two. 
    His grip contained more pressure as
he guided her to lie back.  His lips were suddenly everywhere.  Her jaw, her
mouth, her neck, nibbling at her ear, returning to her mouth.  His urgent need
stoked the fire within her.  His lips burned her skin as though branding every
inch they touched as his. 
    And she was his. 
    Though she’d tried her best to fool
herself.  Fought it, and him, since the beginning.  Pretending she was the
mistress of her own fate.  From the moment she’d met the abysmal gaze of the
beast and he’d decided to spare her, she’d been helpless against her primitive
answer to his absolute claim. 
    A relentless throbbing had taken
residence in her sex and, as he pulled her hips closer to him to position
himself against her, the heat of his cock against her most sensitive flesh
promised satisfaction.  But he could not have what she did not expressly give. 
    “Take me, Connor,” she commanded. 
“I am yours.”
    Baring his teeth again, he joined
them with one powerful thrust. 
     

Chapter
Thirteen
     
    The berserker remained bent over
her body, soothing and distracting her with enticing licks and hungry kisses. 
He throbbed inside of her, hot and pulsing, but refused to move until she
relaxed beneath him. 
    After the stinging pain passed and
her body accepted him, she nudged at him with her hips and kissed him deeply. 
    With his inner rumble vibrating
through her, as well, Connor began to move.  Slowly at first, with absolute
care, stretching her tender flesh around him as he almost withdrew, then
plunging forward again, gaining ground within her.  She moaned his name.  He
growled his pleasure.
    She should have known that growl
was a warning. 
    The rhythm intensified then, as
though he tried to rally the last vestiges of his self-control.  But the dam
had broken and the flood of passion engulfed them both.  Before long his hips
pumped into her with wild abandon.  Some thrusts angled so deep, he touched her
womb.  The sensation rocked her, causing her to cry out each time. 
    Wild, deep, elusive pressure built
inside Lindsay until she clawed at him in desperation.  Her nails scored his
back.  Her teeth sank into his ear, his shoulder, his neck.  His grunts and
growls spurred her on as his skin stretched tight over straining muscles.    
    With a ferocious snarl, he reared
back.  Crushing her to him with one arm he lifted her leg high against his
waist with the other.  This angled his cock impossibly deeper and touched
something inside her that catapulted her into the stars.  A burning and potent ecstasy
jolted through her with such intensity it would have thrown her back had Connor
not had such a strong hold.  Her whole body convulsed, possessed by a demon of
unrelenting lust, indulgence, and bliss.  She cried his name to the skies, a
supplication for mercy or a plea for fruition, she couldn’t be sure.  She
didn’t care.  White-hot pleasure like this couldn’t go on forever.  It would
swallow her into the abyss that swirled in her lover’s eyes.  Mortals weren’t
supposed to comprehend the divine, but in that moment, Lindsay was certain she
stared