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Excerpt:
"Malcolm,
I am ready," Bethoc whispered.
"To
go to Scone?" Malcolm's brows arched.
"Aye.
But more. I am ready this eve. To be yours. To share my bed with
ye."
He
didn't speak. His eyes grew wide and he stared at her. "I want to."
Malcolm took a deep breath. "Mayhaps you merely do not want to sleep
alone this eve?"
"Nay.
I am ready to be yours." Bethoc turned and bid Malcolm follow.
Sounds
of night birds and night bugs blended together into a gentle lull.
Bethoc glided down the moonlit path. She sensed his heated gaze
feasting on the subtle yet sensuous sway of her shoulder and hips.
"Bethoc,"
Malcolm called in a rough, raw tone.
Slowly,
she turned and gazed at him. They stood apart, but his hungry gaze
told her all.
Bethoc
parted her lips. Malcolm walked up to her, reached out, and took
her in his arms. She leaned her head to his. Bethoc's mouth melded
with Malcolm's, a mergence of fire and water.
He
squeezed her hand in his as they walked side by side to the rath.
Bethoc released his hand and pulled the door open. Malcolm strode
to the fire, lit a torch, and lighted candles posted around the
room. The smell of burning wax filled the air.
She
walked up to him and wrapped her arms around his strong, solid shoulders.
He
leaned his head down to Bethoc's and crushed her mouth with his.
"You taste like a honey comb stolen from a high tree. Wild and dripping
with thick sweetness."
Malcolm
lifted her into his arms; she wrapped her long, lithe legs around
his waist. Their lips rubbed against each other. Pressing. Sliding.
Pushing. Feeling.
Malcolm
rolled the back of her skirt up to her waist, so her bottom was
bare. With her arms wrapped about his shoulders and her legs wrapped
about his waist, Malcolm carried her to the kitchen. He sat Bethoc,
bare bottom down, on the hard wooden table.
She
grabbed the honey pot beside her, and dipped two fingers in the
sticky sweetness. Bethoc rubbed her fingers, dripping with thick
golden honey, across Malcolm's mouth. She spread succulent honey
all over his lips. With the tip of his tongue, he lapped the sweet
honey off his lips and swallowed it down.
Malcolm
poked his finger in and stirred the honey in a slow circular motion.
He stroked her lips then thrust his finger into her mouth. Clamping
her lips down, Bethoc sucked the thick sweetness.
Malcolm's
dark blue gaze stoked the spark in Bethoc's green eyes to an emerald
fire. She lay down on the table, her dark hair covering the wooden
tabletop.
Clutching
the hem of her dress in both his hands, Malcolm ripped the cloth
all the way up. The sight of him gazing at her breast and erect
coral teats stole all thoughts from Bethoc's head.
Malcolm
grabbed the honey pot and dipped his whole hand into the sweet smelling
gel. He pulled out his hand and spread his fingers, which were dripping
with honey. With one hard stroke, he painted both breasts with the
gold syrup. Bethoc opened her mouth wide with a throaty groan.
Malcolm
leaned down. His heavy breathing fell in time to Bethoc's shallow
gasps. He whirled his tongue across the sweet nipple, sucking all
the honey off her skin. She heaved. He clamped his teeth down harder
and tugged at her teat.
She
writhed. He cupped one breast as he took a long draw of lush honey
from the other. He pulled his mouth from one nipple and brought
his lips down full force on the other. He licked the honey in a
whirl and nudged his teeth against her erect nipple.
He
dipped his head back while his hands fumbled with his belt, untying
it as fast as he could. His braies fell around his ankles. Malcolm
grabbed hold of each of Bethoc's arched thighs with one hand and
spread her legs as wide as they would go. His swell of hard muscle
plunged into her depths. As Malcolm rammed through her thin shield,
Bethoc moaned at the breach, quivered, then burst open. Plummeting
into the pit of her fire, he pumped as she shrieked with pleasure.
Malcolm
was lost in a haze of red, then black, next red, then black again.
He churned her burning flesh into liquid heat. Rippling waves washed
over her until she was engulfed in a torrent of fiery spasms. They
erupted together.
"I
am forever yours," Bethoc said in a breathy whisper.
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