Free Crag by Kate Hill Page A

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    Crag stepped into the cold, and after a moment’s hesitation, Lily followed. Moonlight brightened the snowy settlement, so she had no problem following Crag’s dark silhouette to the supply house. Her heartbeat quickened at the thought of the last time they’d been there together. Did he really need supplies, or had he hoped she’d follow him?
    When she stepped inside, he stood staring at the door, one of his shoulders leaning against the wall.
    “You did come.” He stepped close to her, placing his hands on her shoulders.
    “We shouldn’t be doing this, Crag.”
    “I know, but I can’t seem to stop myself, Lily.” His eyes burned into hers. A pulse beat madly in the base of his throat. He took her hands and held them to his chest. “It used to be when I had even the briefest moment to myself, I wouldn’t think at all, just sit, numb. Now, during those moments all I think about is holding you.”
    “Why are we doing this?” she sighed, closing her eyes, her fingers gripping the hard muscles of his chest. “Are we like animals taking what pleasure we can while we can? Once this is over, if it’s ever over, will we regret what we’ve done?”
    “It’s too late to take it back.”
    “I know.” Lily looked up at him, at the familiarity of his beautiful eyes, the hollows beneath his sharp cheekbones, the color of his beard, and the shape of his lips. She stood on tiptoe and kissed him. His tongue met hers while his hands caressed her face. Suddenly she wanted to give him something that he’d always remember, even after they separated.
    She parted his cloak and caressed his chest and abdomen as she sank to her knees before him, lifted his tunic, and slipped beneath it.
    “Lily, what are you doing?” he murmured, but already she sensed his excitement and desire.
    She unfastened his belt and tugged his trousers down to his knees. She sighed with pleasure upon feeling the steely muscles of his hair-roughened thighs. By the Spirit, he was built like a lean, granite statue!
    Lily lowered her face to one of his ankles and kissed it. She ran her lips over his shin while her hands kneaded his calf, loving the sensation of hard muscle beneath a mat of hair. When she reached his knee, she traced the shape of it with her tongue, then licked her way up his inner thigh to the joining of his hip and pelvis. She buried her face in the dark thatch between his legs and nuzzled him, cupping his heavy balls in one hand and squeezing.
    Crag drew a sharp breath when her tongue moved to his other leg. She lapped from thigh to ankle, then kissed her way up again. Lily cupped his smooth buttocks as her breath fanned his cock. The hard muscles of his bottom were clenched with desire. Her fingers gently parted the globes and teased his sphincter with feather-light touches. She rubbed her cheek against his cock, enjoying the smooth hardness. Burying her lips at the base, she kissed its length and took the head between her lips.
    “Lily, oh, Gods!” he panted, his bottom tightening even more in her hands. She lapped his cock head and ran her tongue along the underside. Kissing her way back down the straining rod, she moved one hand to cup his balls. Squeezing the hair-dusted globes, she continued lapping and sucking his erection. Her other hand wandered up to caress his torso. Her palm rested against his ribs, and she felt his heart slamming against bone and muscle. As she sucked deeper and harder, the rhythm beating against her palm quickened even more. His cock felt so steely that she wondered if it could get much harder. Her teeth raked the length of him and the tip of her tongue played around the little eye, tasting the first droplets of his essence. She’d never done such things with a man before, and she wondered how long she could continue before he reached the end of his tolerance? Lily slowed her pace, then sped it up. She sucked fast and deep, then licked slow and long. All the while she listened to his breath as it