Chapter 24 #2
Elizabeth sank deeper into the soft mattress, every muscle loose and trembling as he positioned himself between her thighs. Their lips met again in a kiss that tasted of promise and urgent longing. She caught the sweet salt of herself on his tongue, a delicious reminder of their shared hunger.
A shiver ran through her as she felt the tip of him press gently at her entrance.
“I’m ready,” she whispered, her voice small but certain.
Slowly, agonizingly, he began to push inside her, inch by exquisite inch. A gasp escaped her lips as she felt herself stretch to hold him. Her fingers dug into the muscle of his back, clutching tightly as sensation exploded through her.
A split second of pain, then her eyes rolled in the back of her head, the pleasure so overwhelming it stole her vision.
“Ye daenae know how incredible ye feel, Elizabeth,” Alasdair groaned low in his throat, struggling to contain his own desire.
But she was greedy for more. More of the wild, overwhelming connection between them.
She wound her legs around his hips, pulling him closer, urging him deeper.
He responded, setting a steady, slow rhythm that made her writhe helplessly beneath him, every stroke sending ripples of pleasure to places she never knew existed.
“I—I can’t… oh, there,” she moaned, voice breathless and broken, “Yes, please…”
“So polite, so proper, wife of mine,” he chuckled against her skin, breath hot and heavy. “But I ken exactly what ye need. And I’ll give it to ye gladly.”
Her body trembled on the edge of ecstasy, the pleasure building in fierce waves that left her breathless. Her thighs shook, and her muscles clenched involuntarily, squeezing him tight as she tumbled over the precipice once again, shuddering in a fierce, shattering climax.
“Oh, yes, Elizabeth. Ye feel so perfect around my cock,” he gasped, voice raw with passion and wonder.
Not long after, his own release shook through him, warm and relentless as he spilled inside her, their bodies locked in an intimate, perfect union.
Afterward, they lay tangled and breathless, hearts pounding in quiet companionship. Alasdair held her close, the steady beat of his chest beneath her ear a soothing lullaby.
“Elizabeth, my wife,” he murmured, pressing a gentle kiss to her forehead.
She giggled softly, pressing a palm to his chest, feeling the rapid thrum beneath her hand.
“Husband,” she whispered back.
Before words could come again, their mouths met once more, hungry for more.
In the morning, Elizabeth stirred, muscles pleasantly sore but heart full. The memory of his worship still thrummed through her veins as she stretched languidly beneath the cool sheets.
Alasdair lay beside her, propped on one elbow, his forest-green eyes locked on hers, intense and unfathomable. Though sated, his gaze held a deep hunger that sent a delicious shiver curling down her spine.
“Good morning,” she murmured, voice thick with sleep.
“Mornin’, wife,” he replied, gravelly and warm. “Did ye sleep well?”
“Y-yes,” she stammered, cheeks flushing as his fingers trailed a slow path along her arm, down to her waist and settling possessively on her hip.
With a gentle tug, he pulled the blanket away, leaving her bare and exposed to him once more.
Suddenly, his question made perfect sense, and her blush deepened as she remembered the night before.
“I—yes. I slept well,” she whispered, feeling deliciously self-conscious under his gaze.
Would every morning be like this? She didn’t mind at all.
Alasdair’s smirk deepened, and he leaned closer, voice low and teasing. “Good, my duchess. Because after last night, I ken I may never be done with ye.”
A thrilling shiver rippled through her, body already responding, warm and ready again.
Before she could speak, he rolled her onto her belly with practiced ease, his strong hands lifting her hips to meet him. Vulnerable, exposed, she welcomed the weight of him pressing into her, gasping as he swept a strand of hair from her neck and planted a rough kiss on her sensitive nape.
“I want to take ye from behind, Elizabeth,” he rasped, voice thick with hunger. “Ye need to spread for me. Will ye let me?”
“Yes, Alasdair,” she breathed, nodding eagerly, body trembling with anticipation and trust. “Show me how. Please.”
He chuckled darkly, positioning himself, then gently pressed her face into the pillow to one side so she could breathe. His fingers traced teasing lines along her wetness, sliding inside slowly, testing, coaxing.
“So wet for me,” he murmured, eyes shining with satisfaction. “So eager, so responsive.”
Two fingers moved in slow rhythm before he withdrew, nudging her with the full weight of himself. She arched back, meeting him as he sank deep in two swift strokes.
“Ah, sing for me, my darlin’,” he urged. “Let them hear that ye’re mine.”
His hands gripped her hips, driving into her with steady force, each stroke setting her body alight.
“Incredible,” he breathed, voice husky. “Take me, Elizabeth. Ye’re doing so well. Let go. Let go.”
The bed creaked beneath them as he quickened the pace. Pleasure surged like an earthquake inside her, spreading through every inch, overwhelming and exquisite.
Her belly tightened, breath hitched, and she felt herself teetering on the edge again.
His hand found her breast, fingers circling her nipple with expert touch as he thrust relentlessly.
She could think of nothing but sensation, nothing but the wild, delicious waves crashing through her.
Her vision blurred, and with one last fierce thrust, she spiraled into a breathtaking climax, gripping him tight as he followed, shuddering deep inside her.
The world fell away as they collapsed together, breathless and entwined.
“Ye’re amazin’, Elizabeth,” he whispered against her skin, awe ringing in his voice.
She smiled weakly, still riding the aftershocks. “So are you.”
“This,” he murmured, voice soft and sure, “is what men and women do when they’re truly alone.”
She laughed softly, the sound light and free.
“That was quite the instruction, sir,” she teased, settling against him.
He pulled her close, her head resting on his chest, his eyes drifting to the ceiling as he murmured, “Rest now. We’ve the whole day ahead. The staff willnae be botherin’ a newlywed couple like us.”
“We have all day,” she echoed, heart swelling with hope and quiet wonder.
Would forever feel like this? She didn’t know. But in this moment, wrapped in his arms, she could only enjoy the present.