Velvet Haven

She moaned, and he swallowed the sound, growling, the vibration in him getting stronger as he stole her breath.
    Mairi had never been kissed like this—so deeply, so thoroughly. Her lungs burned and she broke off the kiss, panting, arching her neck as she ran her trembling fingers through his long hair. His lips brushed her chin, then her neck. She felt the warm, wet tip of his tongue as he trailed it along the column of her throat, then flicked the fluttering pulse at the base, sending goose bumps slithering along her spine. Restlessly her legs slid along the slippery sheets as he began to suckle her throat, making her hips roll and lift in greedy anticipation.
    “That’s it.” He rocked his pelvis into her belly, making her feel how hard and long he was beneath his pants. “Show me where you want me to go, how you want me to take you there.”
    She saw through hooded eyelids that he was watching to see how her body responded to his touch. He rocked against her once more, swiveling his hips, pushing his erection into the softness of her belly. That strange current in him flowed, and her body took it in. It was like having an orgasm, feeling those extraordinary vibrations beneath his skin. It was a delicious feeling and it made her wonder how much more exquisite the sensations would be when he plunged into her.
    Mairi felt the warmth of his hand slide up to her breast, as if knowing what she desired. She felt the electric shock of his finger circling the sensitive areola. Her nipple immediately tightened. Her back arched, the vibrations stronger, more rhythmic, despite the slowness of his finger stroking against her.
    He pulled at her, pinching then brushing, heightening then soothing. She heard his breath—ragged—felt the heat of his mouth bathing her throat, and she reached for him, raking her nails down his back.
    His cock was hard and insistent, and she wanted it inside her, along with those strange vibrations that kept coming in waves off his body. She was delirious with need now. It was the only explanation for the hum she felt.
    “I want you— now ,” she demanded, clawing at his back, craving the intensity of the vibrations her body was absorbing.
    He dragged his lip across the hard tip, once, twice, then glanced up from her breast. His eyes were glinting like precious metals. In the center, where the pupil should have been, was a dot of liquid silver. It shone like a diamond, twinkling at her.
    He captured her gaze and held it while he lowered his chin and dragged his bottom lip once more across her nipple, sending shooting sparks of longing to her core. He bit her gently, teasingly. She scraped her teeth across her bottom lip. The way he watched her totally turned her on.
    In truth, she was so close, and when it happened, she was going to come like a bomb. She just knew it, the way her body was lighting up for him. Good Lord, she was panting now, as if she’d run a marathon. She couldn’t catch her breath, and every time she looked down, it was to see Bran tonguing her nipple.
    He cupped her in his palm, squeezing, watching the flesh spill out of his hand. Then he brought it to his mouth, capturing the nipple gently between his teeth. Mairi held her breath . . . waiting. He glanced up, caught her gaze, then slipped the aching bud inside, sucking her deep until she moaned and thrashed her legs on the bed.
    His fingers ran down her hip and thigh till she felt his broad fingers sliding up the inside of her leg. “I can smell your core. I want to taste it.”
    Yes! Her legs parted of their own will, allowing him more room to stroke her. He teased her by drawing his finger down her soft hair and tracing the contours of her folds. Then he parted her, drawing his thumb along her, dampening her flesh, spreading the thickening wetness.
    “You flow heavy for me, muirnin .” Then he brought his finger to his mouth and licked. “And you taste so right for me.”
    No one had ever done anything like that. No one had ever said anything so erotic, so blood-curdlingly sexy. No one had ever looked at her quite the way Bran was looking at her—like he wanted to devour her.
    The vibration in him increased, and she looked down between their bodies to find him studying her. She waited, holding her breath as he slowly slid his finger along her plump crease, watching as his finger disappeared between her folds.
    “I can hear your heart beating, Mairi, can feel it even here, at your core. It’s beating so fast,