Taken by Angeline Fortin (great books of all time TXT) 📗

Her climax was on her almost immediately, splintering through her like explosive charges and she cried out her release.

Laird bowed beneath her with a harsh yell.  “Mo ghrá!”  Sitting up, he held her tightly against him.  Cupping the back of her head, he drew her lips to his.  He kissed her deeply, swallowing her moans.

Scarlett collapsed against his sweaty, heaving chest.  His heart was pounding hard; jumping against her cheek while Laird nuzzled her ear, his soft brogue nearly incoherent with murmurings of praise and nonsensical words.

He ran his tongue along the edge of her earlobe.  “I’ve never had a woman mount me before.”

“Did you like it?” she asked, smiling against his chest as his arms tightened around her.

“Aye.  There is some merit in being at someone’s mercy.”

Scarlett drew back to look up at him curiously.  “Mercy?” she whispered, her voice surprisingly throaty.

His nod sent a tantalizing ripple through the muscles of his shoulder and chest.  “Aye, let me show ye.”

A shudder of longing rippled over her at the promise in his voice.  “Okay.”

Rotating her beneath him, Laird’s lips moved downward, nipping at her collarbone and the top of her breast before closing over her nipple.  His tongue was hot, rough against the sensitive peak.  Lacing her fingers through his hair, she held him against her but then he drew on her nipple more deeply.  With a gasp, she tried to tug him away.  Laird chuckled and suckled harder, sending bolts of pleasure/pain rocketing straight to her groin and Scarlett cried out, bowing off the mattress.

Grasping her wrists in one hand, he pinned them above her head and turned his attention to her other breast, giving it the same treatment.  Scarlett sucked in strangled breath.  “Laird!”

Laird lifted his head and grinned down at her.  “’Tis part of being taken, lass.  I only seek to ignite in ye the desperation ye rouse in me.  If ye dinnae like it, tell me to stop and I will.”

He lifted a brow and waited while Scarlett panted indecisively beneath him.  Not because she wanted him to stop but because of the way he said that.  Taken.  It sounded so primitive, so controlling to a modern woman like her.  Did she want to be taken like that by this man?

The answer came quickly.  Oh, hell yes.

Scarlett looked down the length of his body poised over her.  Every muscle was defined, flexed and bulging.  He was magnificent.  “Well, what were you waiting for?”  She had intended the words to come out as a bold dare but instead they were breathless with anticipation.

With a groan, his lips descended on hers.  His tongue swept over hers before he tore mouth away.  It was back, hot and wet, on her breast.  Picking up where he had left off.

Her breast, a small but perfect mound, rising and falling beneath his lips.  James suckled hard once more, savoring her cries of delight.  The musky scent of her filled his senses.  Releasing her hands, he cupped her other breast in his palm, rolling the nipple between his fingers until Scarlett was again fisting her hands in his hair, now urging him on.

She was glorious in her passion.  Her ivory skin flushed pink in her excitement, her flesh warm, damp with perspiration.  Tasting of salt, heat and Scarlett.  Dipping his head to her belly, he turned his head from side to side, knowing his lass loved the chafing of his beard against her delicate skin.  She stiffened and moaned, nearly tearing his hair from his scalp.

With a dark chuckle, he flipped her over onto her stomach, licking, biting, sucking as if he might devour her.  His long fingers bit into her bottom, kneading.  The hair on his chest, prickling her as his body caressed hers.  Then his mouth followed behind. Down each leg and up again until he tasted every inch of her.

Her blood was surging through her veins like fire.  Her panting breaths became shallow and frantic.  Her head was swimming but she refused to faint.  She didn’t want to miss a second of this.

She was on her back again; his hands and mouth working their way back up her legs.  Laird was not gentle with her.  In fact, he seemed utterly abandoned as if he couldn’t help himself.  Couldn’t control himself.  Couldn’t get enough of her.  The thought thrilled her even more.  Desperation, he had said.  If he was feeling anything of the feverish yearning he provoked in her, she could well understand his lack of restraint.

His hot breath blowing against her was her only warning before his mouth closed over the throbbing nub at the juncture of her thighs.  A hoarse cry escaped her as his tongue circled her, then he bit down lightly.  The orgasm came so quickly, Scarlett arched off the bed in shock as pleasure swept her like a whirlwind. Frenzied charges sparked and flared.  With his tongue, Laird soothed her with soft strokes but the moment she relaxed, he was at it again.

He let the storm build more slowly this time, the tension escalated, knotting almost painfully until Scarlett was panting desperately, begging.  Her release when it came was as blinding as a flash of lightning sending electricity cursing through her.

Then again.  This time when she came Laird lifted himself over her, hooking her leg over his shoulder until her thighs were spread wide to welcome him.  His eyes were hot, holding some emotion Scarlett couldn’t identify.  He ran his fingers through her short hair and kissed her gently, then again more deeply as he plunged within her.  He hissed as he sucked in a sharp breath.

His brogue was sensual, throaty.  “Yer so hot.  Ah, lass!”

Laird’s lips took hers as he began to move, slowly at first as if he were trying to draw it out.  His chest rocked against hers, hearts pounding as one.  Dragging over her tender nipples.  He cupped her bottom in one big hand, urging her to match his rhythm. The languor was only fleeting, however.  Desperation had its own demands.