Total pages in book: 34
Estimated words: 32259 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 161(@200wpm)___ 129(@250wpm)___ 108(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 32259 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 161(@200wpm)___ 129(@250wpm)___ 108(@300wpm)
I drop to my knees, and before she can even blink, I’m shoving her hand away, gripping her firmly by the hips, and planting my mouth over that sweet, beautiful, tempting little pussy.
…I almost come just from tasting her.
She tastes like something from heaven—like an angel. Her sweetness floods my tongue as I drag it thickly over her lips, delving between them to tease at her entrance. Una goes wild, her cries filling the room so loudly I wonder if they can hear her in the palace above us. Her hips buck against my mouth, and when I roll my tongue over her little bud, she suddenly jerks and spasms against me as she comes for me hard, all over again.
This time, I slow, letting her breathe as she trembles against me. I tease my tongue over her in slow licks, tasting her arousal and hungrily drinking down her honey before I slowly stand.
“My lord…” she whimpers, panting as she sags against me. She’s shaking, and when I wrap my arm around her, she presses herself to me tightly.
“I’ve never—”
“Good,” I growl quietly. “Because you’re all mine now, Una.”
I grin. Gods, I can still see the defiance on her face—the bristling at my words—even though I’ve just rendered her almost speechless making her come, twice. Her brow creases, and I can see her starting to open her mouth when I shake my head and press a finger to her soft lips.
“Ahh but you will be mine, my little Una,” I growl quietly.
“I belong to no one and no man.”
I grin. That rebellion in her might just be my undoing.
I drop down to my knees before she can stop me, pushing my face between her thighs and groaning as I drag my tongue over her cunt a few more times—just enough to get her flushed and panting before I pull away and stand. I lick my lips slowly, my eyes locked onto hers.
“I want the taste of you on my lips when you pledge yourself to me, my queen,” I growl quietly as I pull close to her.
“And then? Then I’ll make you all mine.”
I pull her in, and when our lips crush together again, I’m fully aware that it’s not just her that’s “mine.”
…It’s me that’s hers. Wholly, completely, utterly hers.
I kiss her fiercely, letting her taste herself as my tongue dances with hers, before I pull away. I’ve gotten my taste, and I know the longer I stay, the less chance I have of ever leaving the bath chambers without plunging my cock deep inside of her virgin, untouched pussy. And I won’t have that… not until we’re wed.
“Until later, my queen,” I growl softly into her lips, kissing her once more before pulling away. Her face is pink and flushed, eyes wide but hungry as they match my gaze unblinking. The beast roars inside of me, seeing the fire I’ve lit in her—the fire I’ll be tasting again very soon.
I bring her hand to my lips, kissing it softly before I turn, gather up my kilt and shawl, and stride from the room.
Chapter 5
Una
Oh God, oh God, oh GOD.
What have I done? What did I just allow to happen?
I’m in the lavish guest suite of Dungow Castle later, after I somehow found the strength to finish bathing, dry, and clothe myself, and somehow stumbled back here without having to speak to anyone. And now, alone, with the door firmly shut and locked, and with my back against it, I’m finally able to breathe.
My face burns like fire, but there’s a different heat roaring inside of me—sizzling through my core and sending wicked tendrils of heat teasing through places it ought not to. The words “sinner” and “harlot” and “whore” rush through my mind before I shake them away, hugging myself as I slump against the big, wooden door.
What we did was wrong. Yes, it felt so right—incredible, actually. His powerful hands and wicked tongue on me felt unlike anything I’ve ever felt before, even…
I blush fiercely.
Even when I’ve touched myself down there. Even those breathless, secret moments in the dark, alone in my chambers, weren’t even close to the feelings Hamish sent blazing through my body earlier. And yet, I know it’s wrong. Yes, he’s to be my husband, and soon. But we aren’t yet. And what happened—what I allowed to happen—was sinful and wicked.
And so good it hurts.
I scowl at the teasing voice inside, shoving it away. But the fire’s been lit inside, and the man holding the match is the man I’ll be wed to within a few hours’ time. The man who just made me see pure heat back in those bath chambers. My mind slinks back there, and as the heat rises in my face, everything we did begins to replay in my mind.
My breath catches, my teeth raking over my bottom lip as I remember the way he touched me… how he kissed me, my God. I remember him yanking the cloth away from me, his fierce gaze sweeping over my nakedness as my blood turned to liquid fire in my veins. No man has ever seen me like that, and mere moments ago, lord Ballentyne saw it all.