Chapter 9 #5
A shadow crossed over his face. “Dinna tempt me, lass. Ye dinna know how dangerous I can be. Ye have my heart, so ‘tis all I show ye. But ye’ve seen me act on violence. Dinna make this worse.”
If William expected her to cower, to be frightened, he was sorely mistaken.
He had no idea she could give as good as she got.
Did he really believe her a whimpering wife who stood by while her husband took care of everything?
Nay. That was not her. Instead, she lifted her chin higher, and the corners of her eyes pulled.
William stiffened at her reaction.
Her lips curled into a sly smile. “Oh, tempt ye I will. Show me how dangerous ye can be.”
His inhale and exhale growl of breath was hard enough to blow her hair off her face. Then he crushed her against him, ravaging her lips hard enough to leave bruises there, too.
Ailith did not pull away. Her hand curved around the back of his head, and threading her fingers into his lush hair at the base of his neck, she pulled hard.
He paused his aggressive kisses to look into her eyes, and his gaze was no longer blue – it was stone, it was iron, and it was raw.
“Ye want dangerous?” he rasped, dropping his face to the curve of her neck and biting at her tender skin as one hand grasped her breast hard enough to leave welts. She gasped but gripped his head more tightly against her. “Ye want violence?”
She slid her hand down to his cock bulging under his braies. He might be angry, but oh, he was filled with as much lust as he was rage. His fullness in her hand caused an electric thrill to course through her entire body.
“Aye, William. Show me how dangerous ye can be.”
His response was immediate and forceful. He shoved her to the bed, and when her legs lifted, he grabbed her thighs above her woolen tights. He took her knife from its place against her pale skin and shifted his eyes from her to that slender scabbard before he tossed it onto the table.
Her skirts fell to her hips as he moved, exposing her darkly crimson sex to him, and the intensity in his blue eyes flared. Every part of her body was crafted perfectly, made to fit him, and she realized his fury came from knowing he could have lost her this day.
Ailith rose on her elbows and leveled her gaze at him, green intensity meeting blue in a challenge. But her devious smile egged him on, demanding that he show her his dangerous side, to use the sword between his legs instead of the one strapped to his belt.
His engorged cock throbbed under her gaze.
He dropped her thighs and used one hand to unbuckle his heavy belt, unlace his ties, and release his pulsing member. His other hand reached for her breasts, tugging at her neckline, but she grabbed his hand and slid it upward to her neck, as if to choke her.
Her steady gaze never left his as she curled her hand around his fingers so they lightly gripped her neck.
His chest heaved as she moved his hand and then lifted her chin to give him full access. Her full breasts lifted under his arm, pressing against him. At her urging and his own forceful need, he curled his fingers around her neck.
If this was another dangerous game she was playing, then by God, at least she was playing it with him. The tip of his cock glistened with his own readiness for her.
With a heady groan and his lips in a grimace, William thrust forward, driving his pulsing cock inside her. Ailith threw her head back, breaking their gaze, and gasped at the fullness, at the sensation of stretching and entry, and at being one with him.
“Look at me,” he rasped as he drew out and thrust in again. “Look at me when I take ye.”
His voice was more of a growl, and she tilted her head and opened her eyes to mere slits. His blond hair fell over his forehead as he held her hip with his other hand. His fingertips dug into her flesh as he slid out and slammed back inside her wet sheath.
His breathing intensified, panting and grunting. With every hard thrust in and slide back out, her tender skin quivered, wanting more of his cock, driving her to her moment. The suggestion of danger between them drove her quickly, making every move more carnal as he rode her.
He moved his hand to grip her chin at her neck, forcing her to keep her face to his. The hard lines of his jaw shifted as he drove himself with his desperate need to orgasm.
“Look at me. Is this what ye want?” He slammed in forcefully again, and she moaned at the sliding motion of his cock. “Is this what ye want, Ailith?”
Her lips parted, pulling into more of a sly grin as she felt her orgasm building, tingling from her thighs outward. “More, William. I want more.”
His gaze bore into her as his entire body tensed, and he leaned over her, thrusting wildly.
Their joining was just as furious, just as violent as her battle this afternoon, as their argument after, and he pumped even harder into her wet, welcome opening.
His stiff, rigid member hitting inside her and sliding over her clit and her insides made her explode, pure ecstasy cascading through her body as she screamed out his name, and her senses fled.
William didn’t care who might hear them. Let them hear this battleground that was their bed. He lived for the sound of his name on her lips.
And when she cried out his name, it was too much for him and pushed him over the edge.
He leaned in, thrusting hard and wild, groaning as he built higher, then clenched as he came in a frenzy and poured himself inside her.
Once he was empty, he sagged, his head bowed near her breasts.
His fierce grip fell from her neck and hips as he panted out his exertion.
Had he ever ridden her this hard? This furiously? Had any joining with her been one of pure trust on the edge of violence?
Nay.
And he was spent far more than he had ever been for that dance of violent ecstasy. Almost like his world shifted under his feet and would never be the same.
A light film of sweat covered Ailith. She wiped her forehead on her sleeve, then dropped her hand to cup William’s damp head. He took a moment to gather his lost mind, then propped up on his elbows to look at her.
“I’m still angry, only no’ so vehemently.” His eyes roved over her face, down to her plump breasts, and back up to her face. His own face was tender, no longer tight or clenched. The worry for her was still there, but not the anger. That had dissipated when he poured his seed into her body.
“What am I going to do with ye, mo ruaidh?”
Ailith’s head fell back onto the bed as she giggled. “Love me. Keep me safe when ye can, and teach me to protect myself when ye can no’.”
With a deep breath, William pushed himself up so his head was right above hers. His lips thinned slightly before softening.
“Aye. I can do all that.”
Then he kissed her.