Page 48 of Tormented Hearts

He bathed the other with the same attention, swirling his tongue around the peak over and over again. His cock throbbed between them, and the restless rock of her hips was driving him mad.

When he skimmed a dozen kisses over her stomach, her breath came in faster pants.

“Oh god. Heath!”

He’d been craving this since he caught a glimpse of her washing in that stream.

He hitched her calf over his shoulder and buried his tongue in her sweet pussy. Juices coated his tongue and dragged a growl from him and a sharper cry from her.

As he slipped his tongue through her folds to her clit, he damn near lost it right there. He tensed, holding back, wanting—no, needing—to feel her come apart on his tongue.

He led her toward the peak slowly with soft swipes of his tongue. When her body stiffened, he took her higher, sucking on her clit and setting a pace that would send her flying in seconds.

Her thighs clamped tighter around his ears, her body trembling.

He backed off and zigzagged his tongue lower, through her folds until he reached her entrance.

One flick of his tongue had her arching off the ground. She scratched at his shoulders, raking her fingers over his nape and anchoring them in his hair as he tongue-fucked her without any intention of stopping until the birds on the next mountain heard her screaming his name.

Her heel thumped his shoulder, but he sank his tongue into her tight walls again and again. Juices flooded his tongue, and he licked a path back to her clit.

The instant he pressed on her taut nubbin, she broke apart in long, shuddering waves. Her breathless gasp mingled with his own groan of victory. He stared up the length of her body, wishing for daylight just so he could watch her shatter in his arms.

Her hips bucked, and stifled moans escaped her. When he felt her body go slack, he softened the swipes of his tongue.

But he thrust two fingers deep into her pussy.

She jerked upward and her walls clamped on his fingers in rhythmic pulses. He lifted his head hoping to catch a glimmer in her eyes in the dark, needing to remember how she looked in this moment, when she belonged to him.

A rough cry tore from her throat and she collapsed, panting hard, her stomach dipping with every breath.

In a smooth glide, he shifted his body over hers. His throbbing cock was drawn to her heated core without him needing to position it.

“Tell me you want me buried inside you.” His voice grated like sandpaper on bark.

She wrapped her arms around him and pulled him an inch closer. Her breath was warm and minty on his mouth. “I don’t want you buried inside me. I need you.”

Her words sent his heart into a wild beat as he held her gaze in the darkness, and in one swift shove, he joined them.

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Sinead’s inner walls were still contracting from the back-to-back orgasms he’d given her when he rooted himself deep.

She traced the outline of his shoulders with her palms and skated them down the hard planes of his back. Muscle rippled to meet her touch, and their lips found the other’s in a seeking kiss.

When he rocked his hips, drawing out his thick length almost to the tip, she moaned into his mouth and clung to him tighter.

Two thrusts. Three. He missed a beat, and the next thing she knew, he was rolling her to straddle him.

“Ohh. God.” She shuddered as she took him deeper and her mind swirled at the feel of him filling her.

Overflowing.

She braced her hands on his broad chest and began to move. Rocking her hips slow at first, and then faster as she saw what she could do to this hardened man who’d seen battle and still came to her with a soft confession in the middle of the night.

He gripped her hips, fingers digging in like he had no intention of letting her go, as she rode him faster.

The cords in his neck stood out as he fought for control, but she wanted to take him to the brink and beyond, the way he had her moments before.