Chapter 18 #2
“Have ye been thinking of this perhaps?” Dominik had the nerve to release that maddening chuckle again, the sound going straight to the core of Rose’s body, igniting still more flames that bloomed through her nethers.
“Has me sweet wife thought of things her husband might show her in these private chambers?”
As Dominik playfully pulled back, Rose whined, stamping her foot down on the floor as the frustration overwhelmed her.
She surged forward, a bold act of trying to seize hold of her husband so that he might stop this fiendish coaxing.
He grinned, holding her arms behind her, until at once, he spun her around, her back pressed to his chest. Rose could feel the straining need hidden by Dominik’s kilt as she stood right up against him, and a pained whimper left her despite any pride she might have had up until then.
“Ye are a hungry minx, lass. Me fair, bonny wanton creature.”
Her eyes squeezed shut, and without thought, only instinct and arousal driving her, Rose rubbed herself against Dominik, stirring that length that sought her out even with Dominik’s continued teasing.
“Och, lass…” A deep growl rumbled in her husband’s chest, a mark of victory that lit her up as if she were the north star in the night sky. “If ye wish for me to go further, I will hear ye ask. I will hear ye beg me, in point of fact.”
All propriety and politeness had left her, and Rose dropped her head back against Dominik’s chest, still doing what she could to gain sensation by moving against him.
“Damn you, Dominik.” She shook her head, knowing her words were inappropriate and not caring in the slightest. “Please. You cannot continue to tease me like this. I shall go mad. Please.”
A satisfied chuckle left him, and Dominik spun her around once more.
Rose stared up into his face, shock and lust driving her, and then Dominik’s lips found hers once more, his steps backing her up until her legs hit the bed behind her.
She tumbled down, Dominik landing on top of her, and he smiled.
Oh, that smile, that fiendish grin. It sent shivers along her body, the tingling landing in the most private part of her.
“Aye, lass. I believe I’d like to witness ye go a bit mad.” The green of Dominik’s eyes sparkled in the low light, emeralds reflecting the flames. “I have seen ye wield a pitchfork then a toast just as heartily. What will that bonny face look like when ye are forced to simply feel at me command?”
The notion of being under Dominik’s control, of allowing him to truly take her in whatever manner he wished, was intoxicating. Rose looped her arms around his neck once more, and she nodded.
“I am at your will. Show me what the poets sing of, what terrible ecstasy tempts even this stoic Laird.”
Dominik shook his head, a delighted squint to his eyes. “Och, lass, ye are in for it now. I have been patient. I have held me restraint. But nay longer.”
Suddenly, her husband’s mouth was on hers once more, and Rose yelped against his lips.
She could feel the change in him, how he had indeed been holding back, and how it was utterly gone now.
Dominik’s hands roamed her sides before gathering the fabric that covered her in his fingers.
In a move as quick as the lightning outside, it came up over her head, leaving Rose in nothing but her stays, petticoat, and shift.
“These blasted layers,” Dominik chuckled, hovering over her now as he worked to quickly strip her of every stitch of clothing upon her person. “Such an obstacle that keeps me from viewing me wife.”
Rose’s cheeks flared, undoubtedly a vibrant pink now, but she said nothing, only ducking her chin as a tiny smirk lifted the corner of her mouth.
Dominik began with the stays, unlacing them in slow pulls as he knelt over her on the bed.
When the garment was at last undone, he flung it somewhere in the room, and both laughed low.
In truth, Rose was entirely shocked at how comfortable she felt with Dominik.
Everything inside her called out for her, and she was aware of such a desire, the depths of which she was certain were fathoms deep.
Her husband roamed his stare across her, the thin fabric of her shift hiding very little of the pert buds that extended from her breasts.
He made quick work of the petticoats, dragging them down her legs to join her stays somewhere on the floor.
She now lay before him in only her shift, and the nervous energy built once more.
As if sensing it, Dominik leaned up, grabbing the fabric of his shirt and pulling it off over his head.
Falling to the floor as well, the shirt made a soft thump, and Rose’s lips parted in appreciative wonder.
Dominik was corded muscle and impressive strength, with a smattering of scars covering his skin.
Rose lifted her fingers to him, dusting them across the faint lines in his flesh. A flicker of unease affected his expression. She sat up some, driven by a foreign need she had never experienced before, and kissed his marred skin, one for each of the scars she could reach from her position.
Dominik took hold of her face, grinning down at her before ushering her back to the bed.
As she lay there, her husband reached for the clasp that secured his kilt.
His strong fingers freed the device and placed it safely on the small table near the bed before beginning the slow unwinding of the kilt.
Oh my.
The tartan fabric dropped to the floor somewhere unseen, and Rose could not pry her stare away from her husband.
Her eyes were wide, her lips parted as she took in the sight of him—all of him.
Rose’s heartbeat became a frenzy behind her ribs, and while tension was there, much stronger was the desire to feel him, to know how he would fit within her with his impressive stature.
“When ye look at me like that, lass,” Dominik smiled, gathering up the remaining barrier that hid her until her shift was bunched up around her waist, “I should think we will never leave these chambers.”
Rose chuckled, swallowing down her nerves as her husband at last took the shift from her and again flung the unwanted fabric behind him.
“God above, lass.” He looked so entirely shocked, and Rose’s brow furrowed.
“Am I…did I do something—”
“Ye are stunning, Rose. The most beautiful sight I’ve ever laid eyes on.”
Heat filled her, and she smiled wide, melting into Dominik’s kiss as he leaned forward once more.
His body was warm and welcoming against hers, their skin meeting for this first time, and the dance began.
Dominik roused such desire and passion within her, a slick need pooling in her core.
His length found her as his hips pushed her legs wide, and she moaned loudly enough to fill the room as he slowly worked within her.
They were at last joined, her body claimed, and Rose rode the waves of pleasure as they moved as one, a give and take that mirrored the steps of the Highland reel.
The sensations were nearly overwhelming as their bodies slid back and forth, up and down, with sweat now clinging to them as her legs wrapped around his hips.
“Dominik…I…oh…”
A blaze of heat, of some alien sensation, overtook her.
It was such a profound pleasure that she arched off the bed, taking her husband deep within her.
He moaned along with her now, a grunt leaving him as his rocking motion stuttered.
Then, still more warmth flooded her as Dominik held her shoulders up off the bed, his lips pressed to hers.
His own release. Oh, sweet heavens…
Afterward, Rose lay with Dominik in her bed, curled against him as she tried to steady her breathing. A profound exhaustion claimed her, but Rose felt an odd, wonderful sense of peace and satisfaction.
“I had thought I might feel strange,” she whispered, causing Dominik to look down at her. “But quite the contrary. It feels…right.”
Dominik stiffened against her, and when Rose looked up at him, his expression had changed, his stare distant. Before she could utter another word, he adjusted in the bed, sitting up and beginning to retrieve his clothing.
“Of course it does, lass.” Rose furrowed her brow as Dominik spoke with his back to her. “It was our duty. It always feels as such if you have honored your responsibilities.”
Hurt lanced through her chest, making Rose shift backward. “Responsibilities?”
But Dominik did not say more, and she could not bring herself to speak either. Instead, she simply watched him dress and then exit her chambers, leaving her alone in her room, tears streaming from her eyes.