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“I do know,” I insisted, though his kisses were making it increasingly difficult to think. “I want you.”
“And motherhood?” His fingers tightened as he guided my head forward. “Are you ready for that?”
“Motherhood?” My brow furrowed at the unwelcome thought.
“Aye. If we come together now, there is a chance the gods will bless us with a child, even before our union.”
“You don’t need to worry about that.” I smiled at the bewildered expression on his handsome face.
“How so?”
“I have a long-term contraceptive that takes care of that worry.”
“A contraceptive?” His puzzlement deepened. “What is this thing?”
Of course, an island this remote from civilization had no need for contraception.
“It means I cannot get pregnant. For a month or so, at least.”
“Cannot?” He repeated, obviously bemused. “Only the gods decide these matters.”
“Then, let’s just say I feel certain the gods will not bless us for some time.” I had no desire to debate science and female reproductive rights with the man.
“Perhaps you are right.” Fisting my hair, he steered me toward the fire.
Electricity sparked on my scalp as I rose to my tiptoes. No man had ever treated me this way, yet I couldn’t deny how horny the primal performance was. Jeemie was like a sexy caveman, deciding where and how I should be, and for some unknown reason, my body was responding to his call.
“I also have little inclination for parenthood yet. The gods are all-seeing and powerful. They shall know our will. Kneel by the fire and warm yourself.”
Releasing my hair, he exerted just enough force to my shoulders to insist my knees grazed the fur-covered floor as he pulled the other from my shoulders. I intended to protest, but by the time I had caught my breath and lifted my gaze, he had stripped from the plaid, and his breathtaking body was on display for my hungry eyes.
“Fuck,” I mumbled, taking in the sheer size of his muscular frame. I’d always imagined he was muscular and had witnessed examples of his might, but nothing had prepared me for the spectacle of his mouthwatering frame.
“Doe bheag.” His tone was unimpressed, and reflexively, my hands went to my mouth. “This is your final warning. The next time you utter such profanity, I shall spank you again, and this time, there will be no audience to distract me.”
“I’m sorry.” And for some incongruous reason, I actually was. “I just...” My brow rose as I tried to find the right words. “You are bloody gorgeous, Jeemie.”
“I am glad you approve.” His lips curled, the impressive organ at his thigh throbbing with enthusiasm. I couldn’t wait to get my lips around it. Striding toward me, he held out his palm as if he’d read my mind. “Show me how much you appreciate what you see.”
Grasping his long fingers, I allowed him to tug me toward his growing arousal on my knees. The flickering heat of the fire warmed my back as I cupped his balls and hungrily ran my tongue around his crown.
“Leis na diathan!”
I stilled at his grumbled roar, my gaze flitting north to find his face contented.
“Do not stop,” he urged. “You are magnificent.”
Buoyed by his praise, I took the first few inches of him into my throat, permitting the taste of him to fill my senses. Yes, this was precisely what I needed. It had been months since my last satisfying sexual encounter, and while I couldn’t remember his name, he certainly had nothing on my sexy goliath lover. Swallowing him down, I gagged against his length, enjoying his satiated groans as I gently squeezed his balls.
“You are good with your mouth, doe bheag.” His voice was gleeful. “But remove your hands. They shall sit at the small of your back.”
The old version of Elodie—the woman who thought she’d had all the answers before she became her sister’s savior—wanted to offer a snide retort. I was the one in charge here—it was his genitals in my mouth, not the other way around—but I resisted the impulse to ruin the mood with the quip. Sliding my hands behind me, an odd sense of surrender washed over me. It was exciting to relinquish this much power to him, and when his hand shifted into my hair again, working his cock in and out of my mouth at his own pace, I realized it was also stimulating. I liked that he was using me for his own sexual gratification. I had presented myself for his use, and he was taking me up on the offer. Each time his cock grazed the back of my throat, and I struggled for air against his soft curls, my brain interpreted the usual panic as outright arousal. It was hot to be his, sexy to submit to his will, and when his length swelled between my lips, I acknowledged what should have been obvious—I wanted more of it.
Chapter Twenty-Four
Jeemie
HER MOUTH WAS DELIGHTFUL, each stroke inside her heat ratcheting up the eager tension another notch until I swore I could witness the will of the gods firsthand.