Bonus Scene
After finally being alone in the chamber with Eoin Breana could relax and focus on the man in front of her. She moved to the large, comfortable bed as Eoin closed and locked the door behind them. When he was done, he turned to her, smiling.
"Dream achieved," he said proudly. "An' what do ye dream of now?"
Her heart hammering, Breana kept his gaze as she shuffled out of her dress, leaving only her thin tied petticoat underneath. Eoin's eyes widened, but he didn't speak. Breana said, "I thought… well, I thought perhaps I should change into me nightwear. Ye dinnae mind, do ye?"
The way he was looking at her altered the air around them, and Breana's skin tingled under his gaze. A new kind of hunger lingered there, and Breana felt it echoed back inside her, deep in places she hadn't known existed.
"I dinnae mind," he replied, his voice low. "But ye didnae answer me question. What do ye dream of?"
"I dream," she told him. "Of bein' kissed by ye again."
Eoin moved forward, unhurried, until he stood before her. They stared into each other's eyes for a long moment, that charged atmosphere building, until he leaned down, and their lips met once more.
There was no softness this time, but a sudden urgency from both sides.
His body pushed against her, and Breana fell backward onto the bed, Eoin following her down.
His muscled chest pressed against her breasts, and when she wrapped her arms around his neck to pull him even closer, his hardness pushed against her leg.
Breana gasped at the sensation, and when her mouth opened, Eoin's tongue sought entry.
She moaned, deepening the kiss, arching her body against him, losing all inhibition.
Eoin grunted, breaking the kiss to draw in air, then moved his mouth to her neck. He pressed himself back just a little, his hands now exploring her, running up her sides, brushing over her breasts, while Breana closed her eyes and lost herself to the sensations.
His fingers found the tie of her petticoat bodice and he paused. "We can wait. If ye want, we can—"
Breana opened her eyes and, impatient, quickly undid the ties herself.
Her breasts spilled free, and Eoin simply stared at her, unspeaking, for a long moment.
Too caught up in the moment to even begin to feel embarrassment, she reached down to push the skirt away from her hips.
As she did, Eoin's hands gently explored her breasts, his thumb stroking her nipple and causing new pulsing sensations which Breana had never even dreamed of.
She moaned again, biting her lip, and finally managed to wriggle free of the petticoat until she lay fully bare before him.
Eoin took her nipple in his mouth and Breana gasped out his name.
His other hand gripped her, moving achingly slowly down her side.
She found herself impatient, eager for him to traverse further.
Her hands reached up, desperate to remove his shirt too and lessen even more of the barrier between them.
As she touched his chest, though, he winced and moved back. Alarmed, Breana sat up instantly as Eoin stumbled back a little.
"Did I hurt ye?" she asked, getting to her feet. "I'm sorry, I forgot about yer wound. I—"
"I'm fine," he replied hastily. "It's nothin'. I'll just go slowly."
Breana hesitated.
"I'm fine," he promised gently, moving back toward her and kissing her gently. "Trust me. I want ye more than I've ever wanted anythin'."
"I trust ye," she said. "And I want ye as well. But I dinnae think ye're fit tae lead."
Eoin's lips pressed together, but she saw it in his eyes—he couldn't argue.
Breana had, thankfully, no experience of such things firsthand, but the maids had prepared her before her first unconsummated marriage for what might await her.
She understood that the act of lovemaking could be a physical strain, no matter how willing the body might be.
"Breana, I—" he started.
She interrupted him with a deep kiss, her hands very gently reaching for the bottom of his shirt. When she ended the kiss, he seemed confused, but pleased, as he helped her remove it. She stared at his muscled chest for a moment, pleased to see no blood on the clean bandage.
"Me brave warrior," she whispered, pressing her lips against the other side of his chest. She ran her fingers down his spine, stopping at the top of his riding trousers. He shuddered, letting out a deep breath that set Breana's nerves on fire.
"If ye want tae stop, ye cannae do this," he murmured into her hair. "Ye'll drive me insane."
She moved back, her fingers moving to the front of his trousers and loosening the ties there. As she helped him step out of them, she said, "Stop? I dinnae think I could if I tried."
Eoin's breath came fast and shaky as her hands brushed against his now-naked backside. It was strange, but Breana felt no nerves now, no fear. Every second felt completely natural, like both their bodies had been designed just to be together.
"Breana," he gasped. "I want this so much. But ye were right. I'm nae fit…"
"Ye dinnae have tae be fit," Breana whispered. She looked up into his eyes, and saw the same powerful need she felt reflected back at her, making her whole body shiver. "Ye just have tae guide me."
She took his hand and indicated he should sit down on the bed in the space she had just vacated. She stood before him, staring down at him in his full nakedness, her pulse pounding so hard she was sure he could hear it.
Then a sudden shyness overcame her. What if he thought her too bold? What if he rejected her outright?
But Eoin simply stared at her as though she were some sort of ethereal vision.
Then, suddenly, he pulled at the hand he was holding and moving her closer.
Watching her carefully, Eoin's hands found her hips, guiding her.
She climbed onto the bed, knees on either side of him, and Eoin lay back, resting against the mattress, helping her to position herself atop him.
When he entered her, pressing into her slowly from below, she let out a cry.
It was a fullness unlike any she had ever known, the tiniest bit of pain immediately overwhelmed by a rush of indescribable pleasure.
She toppled forward, her hands gripping his upper arms, her knees supported by the bed.
Impulsively, she kissed him, and that movement with him already inside her was enough to set her aflame.
Steadily, his hands still on her hips to help keep the pace, they began to move.
She moved on him and his hips circled below her, first achingly slowly, then faster.
His thrusts grew stronger, their synchronized motion like a dance of aching pleasure as she bucked against him, needing more and more.
Every movement, like the crashing of waves, simply fueled her hunger and wanting. A hot, deep pressure was curling in Breana's body, her muscles growing tighter, her body getting warmer, and something deep inside grew as tense as a coiled spring.
Eoin's hands eventually moved away from her hips, touching her wherever he could reach, pressing into her back, circling her breasts, holding her close.
He murmured her name over and over, letting out little grunts whenever she leaned forward to catch him in a hungry kiss, panting and telling her over and over how beautiful she was and how much he loved her.
They moved faster, harder, deeper, whispering to one another, gasping and moaning and calling out one another's name. The coil grew tighter, the heat almost unbearable, and Breana's breathing grew unsteady.
"Breana," Eoin groaned, his eyes closing.
All at once, the coiled spring snapped open, and Breana's muscles clenched all at once, every cell in her body alight with a flaming passionate pleasure.
She let out a shout that might have been a scream, losing herself entirely, and Eoin pulled her down into a deep kiss, holding her tight against him.
As she rode out the climax, she heard him grunt and felt a new heat between her legs as he joined her in her ecstasy.
Slowly, languidly, Breana's body relaxed.
Exhausted, she rolled off him and lay on the bed by his side, enjoying the feel of the cold air against her warm, overly sensitized skin.
She blindly reached out with her hand and found his already waiting, and they lay there for a moment hand in hand, staring up at the canopy.
After a moment, Breana rolled onto her side and propped herself up on her elbow, looking down into Eoin's face. She wanted to embrace him, but she was scared of hurting him by laying her head against his chest.
He smiled up at her, seeming to know what she was thinking. He wrapped an arm around her, gently pulling her down, helping her nestle into him without irritating his wound. She lay there in his arms, more content than she had ever felt in her life.
"May I confess somethin'?" he asked, then pressed his lips against her hair.
"Tell me," she replied, snuggling into him.
"I've dreamed of that almost every day since I first saw ye."
Breana laughed, and Eoin did too. They lay there a while longer, idly talking, repeating their love for one another.
At last, when it grew too chilly, they moved so that they were laying properly on the bed, making themselves comfortable under the covers to keep the cold night air out.
They resettled in each other's arms, allowing themselves to fully relax at last.
"What's yer next dream, then?" she asked, stifling a yawn. "Because right now, all I can think of are the kind that come when ye sleep."
Eoin chuckled, kissing her forehead. "That sounds good tae me. After all, I can rest easy at last. For I ken that, with ye in me arms, all me dreams will be sweet."
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