Not daring to raise his mouth completely from hers for fear that he might somehow lose her, he quickly removed her bliaut and then her chemise. Not until he heard the sound of his own leine ripping did he realize she, too, was undressing him. The feel of her naked flesh pressing against his, the sensation of her light and numerous kisses all over his chest, the knowledge that she truly wanted him after all that had happened, caused his blood to boil, driving him beyond the edge of his control. In one motion, he swept her into his arms and then down on his bed.
Gone was the gentle man of her wedding night. Colin’s mouth was everywhere, hot, and sensual—branding him on her skin. Never would she be able to look at a man without thinking of Colin. Makenna needed him to feel the same about her.
Sliding her palm down his chest, past his abdomen, she closed her fingers around his masculine appendage. Feeling him large and hard in her hands, she wondered how her body could accommodate, let alone enjoy, their lovemaking. Slowly she rubbed the loose flesh up and down while using her thumb to massage the moistened tip.
“God, Makenna…” he moaned and arched his back away from the sensitive contact.
Emboldened by his reaction, Makenna pulled him back down with her free hand and captured his earlobe lightly between her teeth. “Aye, Colin. Do you wish me to stop? Or perhaps I should leave?” she teased, knowing that regardless of his answer she would do neither.
“You’re killing me, but never has death looked sweeter,” came a breathy, tight reply.
Makenna smiled and then heard herself gasp as he gently caught one hard nipple between his lips, laving it with his tongue. Makenna shuddered and squeezed the flesh in her grasp.
“Easy, I still need that,” Colin murmured, gently removing her hand. But, instead of moving it to his chest as he expected, Makenna moved her palm even lower.
Her fingertips found his warm sacks and began to knead them in a blissful and torturous way. All he could do was bury his face in her throat and fight for breath. As he’d never desired to bed loose women, only in his dreams had a woman touched him thus. Her fingers were creating a magical sensation he knew he could not endure for any length of time.
On the verge of losing his seed before ever entering her, Colin seized her torturous hand in his own. “Now it is my turn. I shall drive you mad with desire. I want to feel you writhing in my arms, needing me as much as I need you.”
Makenna was about to say that she was already insane with want of him, that she did need him—more than she thought humanly possible—but she didn’t have the chance. He cut off her words with another seductive, mind-numbing kiss.
Collecting both her hands in his left, he stretched them above her head. He wanted all her attention on his every touch, every caress. His right hand then started along the side of her thigh, gliding lightly over her silken skin. Just before he reached the heart of her own fire, he moved down the inside of her thigh. Bringing his hand up her leg again, he paused until he was inches from the hot, damp core of her. Lightly he moved his fingers through her already moist hair, refraining from actually touching her.
Makenna felt herself arch in search of his fingers. Colin used his lower body to keep hers still as he tormented her senses with his caresses. At the same time, he continued his exploration of her mouth with his tongue. No mortal being could withstand the whirlwind of sensations he was creating.
Finally, his mouth broke free of hers to nibble at her earlobe and then neck. She cried out, “Colin!”
“Aye, wife?” he replied, kissing the quick pulse at the base of her throat.
“Please, I can take no more.”
“Please what?” he asked, knowing exactly what she craved.
“Please touch me. Please,” she pleaded.
“I am,” he assured her as he lowered his mouth to her breast.
A powerful shudder reverberated through her. He wanted to drive her mad, and he was succeeding. “Colin, I need you to be inside me.”
Colin knew she was on the brink, but she had driven him even closer. He stopped his onslaught, balanced himself on his elbows, and peered into emerald pools swirling with passion. “Say it.”
Makenna licked her lips. The sudden cessation of his caress was almost as torturous as his touch. “Say what?”
He moved his lips right next to her ear. “Say it,” he whispered.
“You’re arrogant, overbearing, and a bully.”
He just stared at her with a small knowing grin. It mattered not that he was in agony with pent-up sexual tension. Colin would stay there forever waiting for her to admit that she was his. He knew it, and she knew it.
“I belong to you, Colin,” she said softly, knowing that despite everything, it was the truth.
Her avowal was like balm to his soul. Not until the words washed over him did he understand exactly how much he needed her to say them aloud. No amount of sexual torment could have forced her to make such a declaration if she did not believe it.
“Aye, Makenna, you do. And while I may be arrogant, overbearing, and a bully, I am also selfish. I will never share you with another soul. You are mine.”
Then he kissed her, this time slowly, taking his time, letting her feel the endless need for her he had inside him. Without removing his lips, he moved so that he lay on his side, giving his fingers access to the dark red curls that concealed her most intimate of secrets.
Makenna closed her eyes and forced herself to breathe. His hand seemed to take an eternity. When she felt Colin enter her softness, she felt the world begin to spin. Slowly he began to stroke her, parting her with his fingers, opening her to his caress. She heard someone cry out.
Feeling her writhe with need for even more, Colin began to draw a pattern along the sensitive flesh just below her soft, wet channel. The delicate design nearly drove Makenna over the edge. He edged two fingers deeper, exploring her with a deliberate possessiveness that caused Makenna to shriek in surprise as throes of climax consumed her.
Colin felt her honeyed flood dampen his hand and moved to straddle her hips. He stared down at her body. Her chest rose and fell with rapid breaths. Settling himself between her legs, he hesitated. “Makenna, you feel so good. I…I am afraid I might lose control and hurt you,” he warned, his voice thick and unsteady.
“You won’t, Colin. Let go. Let go and join me. I need you as I need air, and I want it all. Even the parts of you that you fear. I need them. Please.” Then she lifted herself against him.
No longer in charge of his baser instincts, Colin plunged, driving deep, seeking his own release. Instantly he was transported to another plane of existence. No experience in the past or in the future could match the exquisite feeling of being inside her.
He eased himself partway out of her channel and then entered her again with a long, sure movement. Makenna felt herself stretch to encompass him as new, even stronger sensations swept through her body. She rocked against him, taking him deeper inside her with each thrust.
Just as she felt the heavens open up, Colin cried out as he surged forward into her one last time. Buried deep within her, he felt shudders overtaking his body as he burst into a million pieces. For several minutes, his body pulsated with erotic release.
Thinking he might be crushing her, Colin mustered just enough energy to shift off her and gather her in his arms. For a long time, they lay clinging to each other.
Makenna had never been with another man, and this was only the second night she had lain with Colin. Yet she knew without a doubt that what they shared was powerful and unique. They were forever bonded together.
Raising herself on an elbow, she looked down at him, her eyes serious. “Colin…you belong to me.” It wasn’t a challenge, or an ultimatum. Just a simple statement of fact.