Chapter 24 #2
As she had assumed they would, the words ignited something within the Laird. He connected his mouth to hers once again, hot and insistent. As the kiss consumed her senses, Ryan maneuvered her onto her back.
Margaret’s legs parted to allow him to lower himself between them. Even through her chemise and his kilt, she was able to feel the evidence of his arousal. A primal part of her mind screamed at her that this was not enough, that she needed more of him.
“I want to see you,” she whispered into their kiss, her hands dancing over the ridges and valleys of his muscular shoulders. “All of you.”
“And I want to see ye,” he replied, giving her one final kiss before sitting back. “But I’ll show ye first, aye?”
Not trusting her voice, Margaret nodded her assent. Without breaking eye contact, Ryan began undressing. He started with his doublet, pulling it off slowly, revealing toned, sun-tanned skin.
“What’s that?” Margaret said, leaning forward to trace her fingertips over the stark-white line of an old scar.
“I cannae tell ye what it’s from,” Ryan admitted, his voice soft as he tossed the garment aside. “I’ve got so many of them that it’s difficult to keep track.”
She hummed as she continued to let her touch roam. His body was warm and inviting, strong and comforting. There was no one on this Earth that she trusted more than him.
“You weren’t kidding about fighting for your clan,” she murmured, in awe of his protective nature.
“Nay, I wouldnae lie to ye, Margaret,” he replied as he began to shed his kilt. “Ye’re far too important to me for that.”
There wasn’t time for her to formulate a response. All at once, Margaret was faced with his length. He was long, massive, and clearly aching for her touch. Her fingers twitched at her side, unsure of what to do.
“Ye seem a little shocked,” Ryan noted with a smirk as he bent down over her to give her another kiss. “Are ye still here with me, Sassenach?”
“I… yes,” Margaret said, feeling her face burn. “It’s just…”
A beat passed as he waited for her response. When it didn’t come, he said, “Come now, Margaret. What is it?”
“Well, I just don’t see how you’ll fit,” she blurted, the words coming out in a rush.
Ryan ducked his head down, chuckling against her neck. His voice was muffled as he assured her, “I promise ye it will, but I’ll go slow, aye?”
“Don’t laugh,” she said, smiling despite herself. “I’ve never done this before.”
“I ken,” he said, still smiling as he guided her upright. “And I’ll take good care of ye. But first, let me get rid of this.”
With the precision of a skilled fighter, Ryan undressed Margaret within seconds. The cool air caressed her skin, but his gaze was hot enough that the chill didn’t bother her.
“Ye’re so beautiful,” he breathed, reaching down to run his fingers along her newly bared skin. “I already kent ye were, but ye’re breath-takin’.”
“Ryan,” she whimpered as he took hold of her pebbled nipple between his thumb and forefinger.
“Such a bonnie sound from such a bonnie lass,” he said before taking the nub into his mouth.
It was like a whip was cracked over Margaret’s nerves. His tongue was hot and slick, flicking over her nipple. She couldn’t keep herself quiet, the sounds of her pleasure spilling out and filling the room.
He was playing her body like an instrument. Margaret pressed up into his touch before pulling back. The sensations were too much, but she couldn’t deny how much she enjoyed the contact.
Eventually, Ryan let go of her breast with a low growl. His hot mouth connected with hers again. The dull head of his length pressed against her inner thigh insistently.
“I want ye so badly,” he told her as he positioned himself against her center. “I have since ye walked into me castle.”
“You have me,” she said, shifting her hips against him. “You have all of me.”
“I do, daenae I?” he said before he started to press into her.
Slowly, Margaret’s body stretched around the intrusion. He hit parts of her body that she didn’t know existed. As he completely sheathed himself in her, she let her head fall back against the pillows.
“Oh…” she began, a low whine cutting off the rest of her statement.
“Ye feel so incredible,” Ryan praised as he began the slow roll of his hips.
There was overwhelming reverence in the way he moved. Each pullout was smooth while each thrust in was calculated. His actions were both a show of devotion and a promise that he’d continue to protect her.
As the roll of his body reached a fever pitch, Margaret felt her own singing his praises. The warmth of Ryan’s affection spread through her limbs. It wound its way around her insides until it finally settled in her core.
She sought out Ryan’s mouth, needing as much connection as she could get. He gave it gladly and freely, his lips working against hers as he worked her closer and closer to her peak. She was so close to the edge, and he was coming along with her.
“Tell me how ye’re feelin’,” he commanded, the register of his voice low, vibrating straight to her very bones.
“In… incredible,” she said, the muscles in her body contracting as her pleasure reached its climax.
She couldn’t hold back, a rush of delight taking hold of her. The air was knocked from her lungs, and the only thing that was keeping her anchored to the moment was Ryan.
A few moments later, he followed her over the cliff with her name on his lips. When their shared pleasure waned, he pulled out, pressing a kiss to her forehead.
“How about ye get dressed, and I’ll get somethin’ for ye to eat sent up,” he ssuggested, still holding her close.
“I’d like that,” she murmured, more content than she thought possible in this Highlander’s arms.