Epilogue #2
She nodded, unable to conjure the words to respond.
When she did as she was told, her hands shook.
She wasn’t afraid of him seeing all of her; he’d already put his mouth in her most intimate place, but the moment was significant.
It was the ultimate act of trust, and she was excited to share it with him.
Lucas pushed her hair aside, kissing the nape of her neck. Involuntarily, she whimpered, the soft contact raising gooseflesh on her arms. She wasn’t aware it was possible for a person to be sensitive there.
“Yer body is so responsive for me,” he growled as his hands deftly removed the outer layer of her clothing.
The gown dropped to the floor, pooling around her feet. His fingers found the lacing of her corset, loosening it and giving her more room to take deep, shuddering breaths. Her stays went next, leaving each inch of her skin exposed to the warm air of the room.
“Ye’re breathtakin’,” Lucas said as he turned her around.
She nearly tried to hide herself away under his gaze, but the reverence in the way he looked at her was overwhelming. Her head tilted back, giving him even more of her milky skin to see.
At the sight, he leaned down, his lips finding her neck. He left a trail of kisses up the column of her throat, each one sending a new thrill through her. That same sensation from their tryst at the loch built between her legs, and she whimpered with a need she couldn’t quite voice.
“Ach, I hear ye,” Lucas said, shedding his doublet with an almost inhuman swiftness.
He moved to his kilt then, unfastening its hold and letting it drop alongside her clothing. His cock stood out from his body, hard and leaking for her already. Flora’s hand twitched at her side, wondering how it would feel against her palm.
Without another word, he picked her up by her hips. She barely had time to steady herself with her arms around his shoulders before her back hit the comforter. Her legs spread wide as if on impulse, asking him to come even closer.
He kissed her again, his fingertips dancing down to her breast. She arched up into the touch when he clamped them around her nipple, tweaking the pebbled, dusty pink nub.
Her nerves were alight, every part of her attuned to each of his movements.
She felt her hips thrust upward in search of something more.
“I told ye that ye were so responsive for me,” he observed against her lips, his hand tracing down her stomach. When he found the slickness of her folds, he groaned. “All this just from me kissin’ ye. Yer body already kens ye belong to me.”
“It does. I do,” Flora whined, bucking up into his touch. “Please, Lucas.”
“I’ll take good care of ye,” he said, dragging his fingers up, brushing the spot that sent her over the edge before. “I’m goin’ to take ye apart. Make ye forget anythin’ and anyone that isnae me.”
She was unable to respond, the feel of his cock sliding through her folds making her eyes roll back. As he pressed slowly inside, her body opening to him, stretching to accommodate the intrusion, she grabbed onto his shoulders. Her nails dug into his skin, hitting muscle.
“Ye feel so incredible,” he said, angling her face toward him as he fully sheathed himself. “It’s like ye were made for me.”
Flora whined, her head spinning with the raging storm inside of her. As he pulled his hips back, it felt as though her body was trying to hold him in place. And when he pushed back in, the coil of heat in her belly got even tighter.
He set a steady pace, leaning in to claim her with a possessive kiss. Kissing him back with all she had, Flora matched the rhythm of his hips, making each thrust he gave her reach even deeper.
The angle was everything, the head of his massive length driving into a spot buried deep inside that made her feel mad. Her toes curled, and when she opened her eyes, her vision swirled with constellations and Lucas. As the pressure built to the point of boiling over, she cried out his name.
“That’s it,” he rumbled, resting his forehead against hers as his thrusts became harder, deeper, more intentional. “Let me feel ye fall apart. Ye’re so close, Flora.”
She nodded wildly as the tidal wave of her pleasure slammed into her. Her body constricted around him, and her mouth fell open in a silent scream. Each muscle in her body contracted as her climax stole every thought, every sensation that wasn’t him delivering her this gift.
“Flora,” he groaned, his hips faltering.
His own release began just as her own was waning. He spilled inside her, only deepening the connection she felt. His mouth found hers, both of them declaring their love for one another in a messy, imprecise movement.
It was deep and possessive, acting as a testament to the enormity of their feelings. Even as her mind began to clear and Lucas pulled out of her slowly, she still felt the intense high that she’d just ridden. When he pulled her into his chest, she went easily.
“I love ye,” he said, his arms tightening around her body. “And I’m goin’ to spend every day of me life tellin’ ye.”
“I love ye, too,” she said, nuzzling into his neck. “And I will nae ever get tired of sayin’ it.”
For the first time in Flora’s life, she felt like she was home, and she had Lucas to thank for all of it.
The End?