Free Unwanted by Kerrigan Byrne Page B

his body, his manhood remained full and strong.  
    His firm grip on her hair held Rhona immobile on her knees.   She licked his essence from her lips.   Her limbs were weak and shook with arousal and need.   Her womanhood ached and throbbed with a new intensity.   She wanted to shamelessly rub against him like a cat in frantic heat.
    Finn’s eyes, at once feral and desperate with passion, began to warm and clear as he tracked the movements of her tongue.  
    “Gods, woman,” he panted.   Eyes never leaving her lips, he bent down to her, bringing their faces so close that they shared the same air.   She rested her forehead against his, energy arcing between their bodies, as though small bits of pleasure leapt from his skin to land upon hers.
    Her nose leaned against his and she closed her eyes.   His lips were right there.   So close.   That angelic, broad, sinful mouth.   The one that had pleasured her so methodically and entranced her so thoroughly would surely claim her now.   Thank her for his pleasure with a tender kiss.   She knew he wanted to.   She could feel the desire emanating from him.   All he needed to do was to close the gap between their open mouths and…
    Rhona found herself gripped by his strong hands and suddenly facing the opposite direction, bent over on her hands and knees.   Her eyes flew open and she gasped as Finn seized her hips from behind and swiftly buried himself to the root in her throbbing depths.
    Pleasure immediately exploded from where they joined as she was stretched and invaded in this new and primitive way.   He kept his thrusts slow and strong as she shivered and convulsed in agonizing ecstasy, covering her sobs with both hands as she supported her weight with her elbows.
    His strokes increased in pressure and speed after the intensity of her climax had passed.   Rhona was certain that it took all the strength she possessed not to collapse into a puddle of boneless satisfaction.   But as he drilled into her body, the hard planes of his hips pounding against the yielding softness of her bottom, Rhona could feel another wondrous storm already brewing in her loins.  
    As his thrusts became more demanding, he bent over her and brought his arm around her to delve his fingers into her cleft and brush against the bundle of sensation that nestled there.   He plucked it with his fingers, thrumming the wet, engorged nub until another jolt of pleasure screamed through her with all the speed and strength of a lightning bolt.  
    She bucked against him, her traitorous body trying to escape the intensity of the pleasure that bordered on pain.   And yet, she reveled in it.   Knowing that it must end soon or she’d die of it.   Her blood would cease to flow.   Her heart would cease to beat.   Her chest would cease to draw breath as the strength to do so would all be drained from her by this beast burying himself within her against and again.
    Pressing her face against her mattress, she bit down, releasing her cries into the linens.   She was dimly aware of his grip on her hip becoming painful and the desperate sound of his muffled groan against her back.    
    As the storm began to pass, she wondered if there would be anything left of either of them when dawn finally decided to break, heralding the end of their night together.      
     

Chapter Nine
     
    Finn squinted down at the babe wrapped so tightly in his fur-lined cloak and frowned.   He hadn’t exactly thought this through when he’d swaddled him thus.   How was he going to slip away with it?  
    His eyes slid to Rhona , who curled tightly onto her side, hair covering her face as she breathed deeply in repose.   A tight band of sorrow squeezed the air from his chest.
    She could keep it.   Along with the gold she would find inside.   He wanted something to warm her.   Perhaps, when she put it on she would remember him fondly.  
    With a careful, painful breath, Finn crouched to retrieve his weapons from