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“Christ, ye’re beautiful,” he breathed, his hand cupping her breast through the chemise. His thumb brushed against her nipple, and Sheona cried out, her back arching off the chair.

“Please,” she whimpered, the word torn from her throat before she could stop it.

“Please what, lass?” Brodie murmured, his fingers pinching her nipple gently, sending jolts of pleasure straight to her core. “Please stop? Or please daenae ever stop?”

She couldn’t form words, could only moan as his other hand slid beneath her skirts, his rough palm gliding up her calf, over her knee, along her inner thigh. Her legs parted instinctively, granting him access to the most intimate part of her.

His fingers brushed against the damp curls between her legs, and Sheona’s hips bucked upward. “So wet for me,” he growled approvingly, his thumb finding her clit and circling it slowly. “And I’ve barely touched ye.”

Sheona’s hands flew to his shoulders, her nails digging into the wool of his tunic as pleasure built within her, hot and relentless. His fingers teased her entrance, sliding through her slick folds but never quite entering, driving her mad with need.

“Brodie,” she gasped, his name a desperate plea on her lips. “Please…”

He chuckled, the sound vibrating against her ear. “Patience, me fierce lass. I want to hear ye beg properly.”

His thumb pressed harder against her clit, rubbing in tight, merciless circles as his fingers continued their tormenting dance around her opening. Sheona could hear the wet sounds of her arousal, could smell the musky scent of her desire mingling with his masculine scent.

The pressure built and built, a coiling heat in her belly that threatened to consume her entirely. She was so close, teetering on the edge of release, but he kept her there, suspended in agony and ecstasy.

“Look at me,” he commanded, his voice rough with desire.

Sheona forced her eyes open, her gaze meeting his in the dim light of the solar. His eyes were dark with lust, his face taut with restraint. She could see the strain in his jaw, the way his chest rose and fell with ragged breaths. He wanted her as desperately as she wanted him.

“Come for me, Sheona,” he growled, his thumb finally giving her the friction she needed. “Let me see ye fall apart.”

His words shattered what little control she had left. The orgasm crashed over her with the force of a tidal wave, stealing her breath and vision.

She cried out his name, her body convulsing as waves of pleasure pulsed through her. Brodie held her through it, his fingers still working her clit, drawing out her pleasure until she collapsed against the chair, limp and trembling.

As she slowly came back to herself, she became aware of the hard length pressing against her hip. Brodie was still fully clothed, but his erection was impossible to ignore, a thick, rigid presence that promised more pleasure to come.

His breathing was harsh against her ear, his body trembling with the effort of holding back. “Ye undo me, lass,” he whispered, his voice strained.

Sheona’s eyes widened at his crude words, but instead of shocking her, they sent another wave of desire through her already sated body. She reached for him, her hand sliding down his chest to the hard bulge in his breeches.

Her fingers curled around his thick shaft through the fabric.

Brodie groaned, his hips thrusting instinctively into her touch. “I promised,” he gritted out, his hands fisting in the fabric of her gown. “I promised nae to take ye until our weddin’ night.”

“Ye didnae promise anythin’ about this,” she murmured, her thumb rubbing the head of his manhood where it strained against his breeches.

His control finally snapped. With a guttural growl, he captured her mouth in a bruising kiss, his tongue delving deep to claim and possess. Sheona met his passion with her own, her hands working the laces of his breeches until his manhood sprang free, hot and heavy in her palm.

He was larger than she had imagined, thick and long with prominent veins that pulsed under her touch. She stroked him experimentally, her thumb spreading the bead of moisture gathered at his tip. Brodie broke the kiss, his head falling back as a harsh groan tore from his throat.

“Christ,” he panted, his hips bucking into her fist. “Ye’re goin’ to kill me.”

Sheona smiled, a feeling of power surging through her. She tightened her grip, stroking him from base to tip, her other hand cupping his heavy balls. His breath hitched, his body tensing as she found a rhythm that had him thrusting into her hand.

“Look at me, Brodie,” she commanded, echoing his earlier words.

His eyes flew open, dark and wild with need. The sight of him so undone, so completely at her mercy, sent another rush of arousal through her. She leaned forward, pressing her lips against his throat, her teeth nipping at his hammering pulse.

“Come for me,” she whispered against his skin. “I would like to see that.”

His answer was a strangled cry as his hips jerked erratically. Hot, thick cum spurted over her hand, his body shuddering with the force of his release. Sheona continued stroking him, milking every last drop from his trembling body until he collapsed against her, his weight pinning her to the chair.

For long moments, they stayed like that, their ragged breaths the only sound in the quiet solar. Brodie’s face was buried in her neck, his body still trembling with aftershocks. Sheona could feel his heart pounding against her ribs, a wild, frantic rhythm that matched her own.