Chapter Eight #3
The straw beneath them crunched softly as he moved for the stays on her gown.
Even as his mouth fused with hers, she could feel him removing her surcoat, pulling it down her torso and practically tearing it free of her legs.
She heard the garment land with a soft rush in the straw next to them as he went to work on the more restrictive shift.
Peyton did not even realize he had completely stripped her when he suddenly paused in his onslaught to unstrap the studded leather belt from his narrow waist. In a fury, the belt and tunics came off, and she watched him through dazed eyes as he lowered his hose.
Somewhat regaining her senses, she noticed in the weak light that he had the most magnificent chest she had ever seen.
Broad and nearly hairless, it was tanned golden and smooth and her breathing grew more rapid at the sight.
She’d seen men’s bare chests before, rarely of course, and she knew without a doubt that Alec possessed the most extraordinary form she had ever seen.
It took her breath away as she gazed up at him, absolutely flawless.
He paused in his rush when he saw that she was watching him. Suddenly, he seemed apologetic and he leaned over her, bracing his thick arms on either side of her body.
“I know…. we should not do this, sweetheart, but I cannot help what I feel. I must have you.”
“And if I were to refuse you at this moment?”
He paused. “I would put my clothes back on, I suppose.”
She brushed a stray lock from her face. “Then put them back on. I am not your wife yet and you may not do as you please with me.”
He stared at her and sat back on his heels. His gaze lingered on her a moment longer before he glanced around in search of his tunic. Just as he located the garment and reached a hand to it, she stopped him.
“You would really put your clothes back on?” she asked with a hint of regret.
“I will not force you.”
The setting sun cast a warm glow into the darkened stable, bathing her beautiful body in an orange light.
Her eyes roved over his superb form, coming to rest on his freed manroot.
It was absolutely enormous and she sat up, studying him without embarrassment.
Being a proper maiden she should have been mortified, but she found that she was not the least bit ashamed.
After all, Alec’s entire body was glorious and his manhood was simply another portion, like an arm or a leg, albeit a very personal portion.
“You say it will fit?” she asked timidly.
He looked down at himself, tunic in hand as he prepared to dress. “Undoubtedly.”
She turned her gaze to him. “I have never seen…. that is, I have seen horses and bulls rutting, but I have never seen a rutting man. Are they all as large as you?”
He smiled. “Nay, they are not.”
She tilted her head thoughtfully. “Are you sure it will fit?”
He chuckled softly. “Sweetheart, the children you bear will have heads and bodies considerably larger than my manhood. You, dear lady, are built by virtue of nature to accommodate a man between your legs. I promise you that I will fit.”
She nodded, pondering his statement and discovering that it did indeed make sense.
“Are you afraid?” he asked gently, sensing her reluctance.
“A bit,” she replied honestly, lifting her gaze to meet his and he could see a faint mottling of flush in her cheeks. “This will hurt, will it not?”
He tossed the tunic aside. Gracefully, he lowered himself and pushed her onto her back in the same motion. His great body half-covered her as he pushed bits of stray red hair behind her ear.
“I am told that it is most always uncomfortable the first time for a maiden,” he said softly. “I suppose we will find out.”
She gazed back at him, lifting a timid finger to trace the line of his smooth lips. “Have you never bedded a maiden before?”
“Never. I am quite new at this.”
“But you have learned from other women to be gentle, have you not?”
He could read her rising apprehension and sought to comfort her. Yet he, too, was apprehensive. When he said he was new to this, he meant in nearly every aspect.
“Have I ever been rough with you, Peyton? Have I ever demonstrated anything other than complete gentleness whenever we have touched?”
“Oh, Alec, you have been entirely tender always. Your touch is as gentle as a lamb’s.”
“Then I shall be gentle in this endeavor as well,” he dipped down and kissed the bridge of her nose. “Shall we continue?”
“That depends. Is your father intent on marrying me to Colin Warrington?”
Alec’s soft face tensed. “Mayhap. But the marriage will never take place, for I intend to wed you myself this very night.”
“But…. I do not understand. How can you marry me if your father would dissolve the betrothal?”
“Because I intend to take you south to Ely tonight and marry you.”
“Oh,” she looked slightly astonished by the declaration and he smiled tenderly.
“Is this not acceptable? Either that or you marry Colin Warrington. I will allow you to choose.”
She raised an eyebrow. “Some choice. Allow me to contemplate this a moment, if you would.”
He lowered his head, his lips lingering directly above her delicious mouth. “Time has expired, my lady. I have made your decision for you.”
His lips clamped down and Peyton reacted instantaneously, winding her arms around his thick neck as if she were clinging to him for her own life. Instinctively, she trusted him completely. He had always been gentle with her and she had no reason to believe that this would be any different.
She eagerly anticipated every move he made, moaning softly as his hot lips suckled her breasts eagerly.
His suckling motion created a fire between her legs, a sensation she was coming to associate with Alec’s touch.
She wondered what magic he possessed that caused her to react in such a manner when James, a man she loved, had never provoked such a wanton response.
Was it at all possible that she was coming to love Alec and not even realize it?
Alec lapped the sweetness of her breasts, his passion and lust growing by leaps and bounds. His great hand moved down the curve of her torso, delighting in the silky skin. She had the most incredible skin, silky and smooth and flawless.
When his hand reached the softness of her tender inner thighs, she reflexively startled and he caressed her soothingly, whispering comforting words in between scalding kisses.
Peyton heard the words, calmed by his gentle manner and tender touch. But she couldn’t help but stiffen when he fingered the red curls between her legs. Even with her natural fear, Alec was pleased to discover that she was slick with moisture and he plunged his tongue into her navel with relish.
Peyton gasped with surprise and he laughed low, bringing himself up to face her as the straw beneath them crackled and scratched.
He gazed deeply into her eyes, emotions such as he had never known running rampant.
He would be her first and, barring his death, her last lover. And the same would be said for him.
He was so excited that he was trembling as he slanted over her lips once again, with less force and far more emotion.
His movements were slow and erotic, all-consuming and bold as his big legs parted her thighs gently but firmly.
She opened her legs to him, her passion keeping rein on her maiden’s apprehension.
She knew she should be terrified of what they were about to do, but she found that she wanted him to touch her, to teach her the heights of passion he had promised within his feverish kisses and tender touch.
Aye, she should very well be scared witless.
But within the warm folds of his massive embrace, she could only want for more to satisfy the raging desire that surged within her.
Her mind was completely void of any feelings or thoughts other than those of Alec and his magic. When his fingers danced delicately over the thick lips of her private core, she gasped with excitement. A touch she should have shied from, she wanted desperately.
James had never worked such miracles within her soul and she should have felt guilty for giving herself so freely to another man, but she found she wasn’t guilty in the least. With each touch, with each kiss, Alec buried James deeper and deeper within the recesses of her mind.
He removed his fingers and Peyton felt his arousal pushing at her, seeking her promised treasure.
She was desperate to feel him inside her, wondering if she would find the relief she sought the moment he entered her.
Would her passion be sated? Would her desire crest, leaving her weak and satisfied?
She truly wasn’t sure what to expect, of what sort of pleasure lay in store as he entered her slowly.
She only knew for certain that she needed him within her.
Alec tried to bank his frenzy, God only knew, but when she awkwardly pushed forward with her hips, his control slipped and he drove hard.
Peyton gasped loudly into his mouth and he drove again, and again, and she cried out softly with the pain of possession.
His passionate kisses drowned out her moans, acutely aware of her tightness around his enormous manhood and he knew he had to be hurting her terribly.
But his own ecstasy was so tremendous that he almost did not care. He’d found Heaven.
She shifted underneath him in an attempt to move away, but he held her tightly and thrust one last time, seating himself to the hilt.
Never had he experienced anything more magnificent.
Peyton tore her mouth away from his raiding lips and drew in a long, ragged gasp.
The hot, stinging pain radiated throughout her groin and into her legs and she was positive that he had injured her, yet in the same breath, she had never felt anything so incredibly private or wonderful.