Crag by Kate Hill

arrived in Tanek , she would have been horrified by such a revelation from a man training for Knighthood. That was before she lived here.
    “I don’t think they’re ever going to let me leave here,” he whispered. “Not until this bloody war is over, and knowing Zaltana , that could take forever.”
    “Don’t say that.” She shook her head. The thought of the war never ending was too terrible.
    “It’s true, isn’t it?” His hand moved to her shoulder, then her neck. His eyes, glistening with frustration and yearning, bore into hers, yet for the first time she noticed another emotion.
    Once again drawn by mutual desolation, they leaned closer to one another. Her eyes focused on his full, soft-looking bottom lip peeking through his dark beard. She remembered how it felt and longed for his kiss.
    “I know we’re not supposed to mention it,” he whispered against her lips, “but I want you again, Lily. I want you so badly.”
    “I know,” she murmured, taking his face in her hands. Her eyes held his and her pulse throbbed.
    “You’re an ache, Lily, a sweet, powerful ache.” He buried one of his hands in the hair at her nape and kissed her temple then her cheek. “I could take you right here and now.”
    “Do it.” She clutched handfuls of his hair. “Do it!”
    He needed no further encouragement. His mouth covered hers, his beard rough and his lips and tongue soft and moist.
    Lily closed her eyes and untied Crag’s hair from its leather strip. She threaded her fingers through the thick waves. His arms tightened around her so his chest crushed her breasts. His strong, hard body felt so good! Disentangling her fingers from his hair, she grasped his back. Through his tunic she felt the play of muscles as he moved. Her fingertips pressed along the length of his broad shoulders, feeling the thickness of his bones. When in his arms, she found it difficult to remember he was a healer. The ones in her village had been slim, studious, and a bit condescending. While lean, Crag's muscles felt rock-hard and sculpted. Beneath her touch, his body radiated strength such as she'd never felt. Intelligence shone in his eyes, yet he was never condescending. Sullen, perhaps, and she understood why.
    "I need you, Lily," he murmured. He kissed her upper lip then her lower.
    Burying his face in her neck, he tickled her flesh with his tongue. Lily shivered at the sensation, her heartbeat quickening when he slipped down the front of her dress. His thumbs circled her nipples. He traced her areolas and her nipples tightened to tingling peaks. Her pussy grew wet and Lily fought to keep from moaning. Only the curtain separated them from the others sleeping in the longhouse. What if another Knight – Sir Wood, perhaps – decided he needed healing supplies? Lily nearly mentioned this to Crag, but his lips fastened on one of her nipples as his tongue caressed the peak, and she no longer cared who might discover them.
    Crag’s hands slid beneath her dress and stroked the curly triangle between her legs. He gently explored her pussy and a shiver of desire ran down her spine. A wet finger stroked her clit, running up, down, and along the underside.
    "Oh, Goddess!" Lily whispered, trying not to gasp too loudly.
    Two fingers slid inside her. She clenched her inner muscles and thrust against Crag’s hand. His fingers explored her hot, moist inner-flesh while his thumb circled her clit. All the while his lips and tongue continued their delightful torment on her nipple.
    Lily’s heart throbbed out of control as she approached her climax.
    Suddenly Crag's hands and lips left her. Her eyes flew open as she started to protest.
    She paused. Crag, his own chest rising and falling with agitated breathing, fumbled with his tunic and trousers. His lips parted slightly as he tried panting in silence. Within seconds, his cock was free. Though dark, Lily caught the outline of it and her pulse leapt. It was long and thick, arising from a cushion of