Insolent: The Moray Druids #1 (Highland Historical) by Kerrigan Byrne Page A
Authors: Kerrigan Byrne
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in a pleasurable test.
The growl of approval he gave propelled her to a screaming climax. Morgana bowed back, submerging her head under the water and released her scream in an explosion of bubbles. It was impossible for her to drown, and so she just allowed the water to assist the unparalleled bliss to flow in, through, and around her. It was a flash flood powerful enough to shatter dams and overflow the banks created by the mere encasement of her sinew and skin. Pleasure came in wave after title wave of ecstatic sensation, and her Berserker’s worshiping mouth stayed with her until he’d wrung every last shuddering drop of bliss from her bones.
Her Berserker .
She floated back to the surface boneless and unhurried, enjoying the little pulsating aftershocks of pleasure vibrating in her core. What she saw when she broke the surface stole all sense of reason.
Hunger. Possession. Dominance. All the things she’d wanted to avoid before because of the answering intensity they released within herself.
He split her legs even farther apart and eased them down his wide shoulders, sliding her body down his torso with a diabolical slowness that both aroused and unsettled her. Once his mouth could reach her breasts, he bent his dark head to them, imprisoning her ribcage with his rough hands. Taking the tip in his mouth, he held the wet and chilly nipple in his teeth and stroked it with his tongue, again asserting just the right pressure to make her arch in ecstatic response.
She clutched at his arms, his shoulders, and finally plunged restless fingers into his length of thick hair, holding his scalp in a wordless demand. Needing the feel of his skin against her, she wrapped her legs around his hard, naked torso, surprised to feel that he must have shucked his trews before walking into the loch.
She was going to take him, or he would take her. Either way, Morgana knew that their bodies needed to join, that she needed him to fill her, to flow within her, to connect them as one. Drifting down his muscled body, she didn’t stop until the hot brand of his cock rested against her cleft.
He sealed his mouth to her once again. His kisses both rough and sweet. And she felt lost in a sea of sensation, like a vessel with no oars, adrift and out of control. Their mouths fused with a sort of ravenous compulsion, refusing to separate. Her exhale became his next breath. His groans of need suffused her lungs with life.
She let a hand drift down his chest to the obdurate muscles of his stomach, meaning to guide him exactly where she wanted him.
As usual he was faster, caressing up her thighs and then parting her slick folds beneath the water.
She gasped as he tested the clenching, demanding muscles of her sex. She writhed against him, hitching toward the hard shaft of flesh pulsing hot beneath the cool water.
“Now.” She’d meant to command, but the word escaped against his lips sounding like a plea.
He slid into her with a slow, heavy movement, his gaze alert, concerned, and amazed. Her eyes widened as he stretched her to the limit, and he withdrew at her first grimace of discomfort, only to start again, gaining a little more ground with each careful thrust.
It wasn’t the discomfort that brought a tear to Morgana’s eye, but the infinite care and restraint the Berserker showed for her. His every muscle wound tighter than a bowstring, his body trembling with the force of the bestial need surging through his veins. She could feel it, was consumed by it, and yet, the predator inside him was overcome by an awe-struck tenderness, a paradoxical sense of humble concern that she didn’t need to read his emotions to find. It shown in the brutal planes of his face, in the softness of his drugging kisses, and in the supportive, yet gentle hold as he pressed himself farther and farther into her body.
Suddenly her tense muscles released, taking him fully, and Morgana let her head fall back in pure, blissful relief.
He kissed her throat,
The growl of approval he gave propelled her to a screaming climax. Morgana bowed back, submerging her head under the water and released her scream in an explosion of bubbles. It was impossible for her to drown, and so she just allowed the water to assist the unparalleled bliss to flow in, through, and around her. It was a flash flood powerful enough to shatter dams and overflow the banks created by the mere encasement of her sinew and skin. Pleasure came in wave after title wave of ecstatic sensation, and her Berserker’s worshiping mouth stayed with her until he’d wrung every last shuddering drop of bliss from her bones.
Her Berserker .
She floated back to the surface boneless and unhurried, enjoying the little pulsating aftershocks of pleasure vibrating in her core. What she saw when she broke the surface stole all sense of reason.
Hunger. Possession. Dominance. All the things she’d wanted to avoid before because of the answering intensity they released within herself.
He split her legs even farther apart and eased them down his wide shoulders, sliding her body down his torso with a diabolical slowness that both aroused and unsettled her. Once his mouth could reach her breasts, he bent his dark head to them, imprisoning her ribcage with his rough hands. Taking the tip in his mouth, he held the wet and chilly nipple in his teeth and stroked it with his tongue, again asserting just the right pressure to make her arch in ecstatic response.
She clutched at his arms, his shoulders, and finally plunged restless fingers into his length of thick hair, holding his scalp in a wordless demand. Needing the feel of his skin against her, she wrapped her legs around his hard, naked torso, surprised to feel that he must have shucked his trews before walking into the loch.
She was going to take him, or he would take her. Either way, Morgana knew that their bodies needed to join, that she needed him to fill her, to flow within her, to connect them as one. Drifting down his muscled body, she didn’t stop until the hot brand of his cock rested against her cleft.
He sealed his mouth to her once again. His kisses both rough and sweet. And she felt lost in a sea of sensation, like a vessel with no oars, adrift and out of control. Their mouths fused with a sort of ravenous compulsion, refusing to separate. Her exhale became his next breath. His groans of need suffused her lungs with life.
She let a hand drift down his chest to the obdurate muscles of his stomach, meaning to guide him exactly where she wanted him.
As usual he was faster, caressing up her thighs and then parting her slick folds beneath the water.
She gasped as he tested the clenching, demanding muscles of her sex. She writhed against him, hitching toward the hard shaft of flesh pulsing hot beneath the cool water.
“Now.” She’d meant to command, but the word escaped against his lips sounding like a plea.
He slid into her with a slow, heavy movement, his gaze alert, concerned, and amazed. Her eyes widened as he stretched her to the limit, and he withdrew at her first grimace of discomfort, only to start again, gaining a little more ground with each careful thrust.
It wasn’t the discomfort that brought a tear to Morgana’s eye, but the infinite care and restraint the Berserker showed for her. His every muscle wound tighter than a bowstring, his body trembling with the force of the bestial need surging through his veins. She could feel it, was consumed by it, and yet, the predator inside him was overcome by an awe-struck tenderness, a paradoxical sense of humble concern that she didn’t need to read his emotions to find. It shown in the brutal planes of his face, in the softness of his drugging kisses, and in the supportive, yet gentle hold as he pressed himself farther and farther into her body.
Suddenly her tense muscles released, taking him fully, and Morgana let her head fall back in pure, blissful relief.
He kissed her throat,
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