Page 58 of When the Laird Conquers

“Daenae ye dare.” He rocked forward and prowled toward her across the bed.

A soft gasp slipped past her lips. “But I have done as you asked. Therefore, I have upheld my end of the bargain and I⁠—”

“Daenae. Ye. Dare,” he repeated as he leaped off the end of the bed and came to stand in front of her, taking a closer look. “I’m nae even slightly done with ye yet.”

She lifted her chin. “You cannot change the terms, my Laird.”

“I won,” he replied, his arm snaking around her, pulling her hard against him. “I can do what I like.”

Before she could argue—though he would not have received much protest from her—his lips found hers in a fierce, ravenous crush. A kiss that stole the breath from her lungs and turned the flames of her desire into a raging inferno that burned hotter than the sun, scorching away her inhibitions and her nerves.

Her arms looped around his neck, her body flush against his, as she threw all caution to the wind and kissed him back just as hard.

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Ishouldnae do this. I should stop. I should put her to bed and leave.

There were many things that Gordon could have done, but stopping himself from kissing Agnes was not one of them. He needed her like he needed the air in his lungs, and if he broke away now, he would suffocate.

His rough palms skimmed over the silky smooth contours of her body, exploring the perfect hourglass of her waist, the swell of her hips, the soft and supple flesh of her backside, the give of her thighs, relishing each discovery.

It was everything he had imagined and more. She was temptation and perfection personified, and he was helpless against the pull of her warmth, her vitality, her passion.

Just daenae do anythin’ too stupid, his mind warned, giving up on getting him to pull away.

“I told ye nae to provoke me, Sunshine,” he murmured as he dipped his head and kissed the slender curve of her neck all the way up to her ear. His teeth grazed the soft lobe, his loins pulsating as she cried out, her nails digging into his shoulders.

“I merely… gave you what you… requested,” she panted, her back arching so that her ripe breasts pressed against him.

He laughed darkly against her throat. “Ye kent what ye were doin’, unwrappin’ yerself for me.”

“I have no… idea what you mean,” she said coyly, stirring him up even more.

Grasping beneath the swell of her buttocks, he hoisted her up into his arms. A growl rumbled in his chest as her legs locked around him, bringing her closer to his manhood, testing the limits of what little discipline remained within him.

With his arm wrapped around her and his other hand cradling the back of her neck, he kissed down the column of her throat to the ledge of her collarbone.

Her ragged breaths and the light scratch of her fingernails through his shirt spurred him on, his kiss tracing the valley between her breasts before he dared to seek out a pert pink nipple. Teasing her as she had teased him. Taking his time as she had taken hers.

Indeed, he did not intend to rush a single moment.

Agnes had not known it was possible to feel so much all at once. Her body of simple flesh and blood had been transformed into something else, a vessel of pleasure and wonder and awe and lightning that felt more like it was crafted from the fabric of heaven or woven from magic.

She was no longer confused as to how Gordon’s kiss could make her heart beat faster or how his touch could make her stomach tighten and send shivery pulses throughout her veins, pleasure pooling between her thighs. It all made complete sense when seen through a lens of magic. Clearly, he was a sorcerer, and she was only too happy to be under his spell.

But what she relished the most was how he seemed to make the ordinary extraordinary.

His kiss across her skin made it electric; the grip of his arms made her whole being feel armored against all troubles; the touch of his rough palms made her tingle and tremble as if she were attuned to him, while the sound of his impassioned breaths made her feel powerful, even if he was the one in control.

But when his mouth closed over her nipple and gently sucked, it was the first time in her life that she had felt on the verge of exploding.

A ricochet of pure bliss forked through the very center of her, causing her back to arch and her breath to catch. Her hand slid into Gordon’s hair, the fingernails of her other hand sinking into his back.

“Oh! Oh God!” she cried out as he sucked again.

Her hips bucked against him, and for a moment, she felt his hardness between her thighs, brushing over a sensitive spot. She gasped and writhed, eager to feel that sensation again.

As if sensing what she wanted, Gordon whirled around with her in his arms and laid her down on the bed. He held her there for a moment, gazing deeply into her eyes, and as a wily smirk curved his beautiful lips, he began to kiss downward.