Chapter 16 #2
The bed. He wasn’t claiming her on a table.
Grasping her hips, he lowered a brief second.
Grabbing her backside, he pressed the want weeping for him between her thighs against his stomach while lifting her.
Her legs wove about his back, her arms around his neck as he kissed her soundly while navigating them toward the canopy bed.
Laying her carefully onto the linens, he lowered himself, their lips still locked. Her left arm released his neck, and the purpose came clear a moment later when the pads on her fingers gently sought his want for her as she guided him toward her wish.
Slow. Gentle, on the first thrust. He clenched the sheets in a fist as he entered her. A gasp laced by a whimper met his tongue in their kiss. The veil on her maidenhead broke while he silently cursed, harming her.
Her fingers moved from his groin once they were joined to his backside as she pressed. He gave a grunt edged by a groan when she dug her nails after they moved upward onto his shoulders.
He broke the kiss, huffing the words when he carefully eased them toward a rhythm.
“Pain for pain, Nella.” She whimpered again.
Narrow, she was so very narrow. He gave a fresh groan after a new thrust. “Pleasure shall call upon us next.” Pleasure heralded him already like sun to a thousand-year night.
The grip by her nails faded in haste as he steadily increased their rhythm while she gasped her reply. “Forgive me, Callum, the pain was profound but the reward…” Her words trailed off by a moan. “The reward, oh.”
Aye. The drapes on the canopy began swaying, same as the tides on a tempest ocean, as he rode harder at her urging.
“Nella,” he huffed, “are you near?”
She darted her eyes at where they were joined while saying, puzzled, “Callum, we are already near.” A chuckle turned groan from him at her response before she stumbled over her words when the strange wave from cresting must have begun washing over her.
“Callum… I… I do know what you refer… Oh! Aye, Callum!”
The wave began crashing over him as heavy as her palms onto his shoulders. Frantically panting, she met his gaze.
He thrust twice more. “Nella!” Her name part growl with a lacing in groan echoed as his seed surged.
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Callum’s lashes burst open. Aye, he found her flushed beneath him.
Their raging breaths stole the chamber for a heavy stretch.
The scent by their mating inflicting his senses, he remained completely still, his loins against hers.
Divinity! She was. He needed a moment more in the warmth and loved and passion-filled place only she offered.
His brow on hers, the wide brown gaze bore into his soul. “Nella, you are a rose in petaled perfection.” That was a sad try at a sonnet for such a euphoric moment. “I… I should take leave of you.” His eyes darted to where they were joined. “Alas, I find a need to remain a moment more – please.”
She adjusted her backside on the sheet, and he groaned. Divine!
“A rose you may think me, my Callum.” She gave a tiny, naughty grin while her nails pressed once onto his shoulder blades again. “A few thorns I carry as well.”
He grabbed one of her hands then pressed a kiss onto her palm. “I love the thorns.” He grinned at her. “Every last one.” After he kissed each nail she bore, he slowly withdrew. Settling himself on his back, he took her with him. While nestling together she draped over his torso as he met her gaze.
His brow furrowed. “The pain, it did pass?” At the question raised by his concern, she leaned up, tracing her lips over his collarbone.
“Aye,” she replied, then looked over at the table.
“Wait here a breath.” His eyes devoured the sight as she leaned up then rustled off the bed.
The curve of her backside vanished too soon as she quickly sought his tunic off the floor.
His smile wavered. She was still trying to hide a wee bit.
Time. Give it time. A fresh inward grin arrived.
He would show her what a bonny she was over and over and over again.
“What is it you seek, Nella?” he wondered while she went to fetch something off the table.
A clean linen along with a wine bottle she held while turning back at him.
She strode toward him, clad in his tunic, and the hem reached her knees with the sleeves bunched up as his garment drowned her, causing a quickening in his blood once again. She is completely adorable.
“Would you care to halt a moment, Nella?”
Her steps paused while her brows raised.
The firelight behind her played with the silhouette in her lithe shape shown, and her tresses tumbled in a mess about her shoulders by his efforts.
Aye, flawless, and his. Any who thought different?
Well, his eyes darted at the bow across the chamber.
Those arrows resting against the granite wall would be called upon.
His eyes re-met hers. She was looking him over too. Leaning up on an elbow which naturally flexed his arm, he cocked a brow. “Care for all laid before you, my lady?” he asked, and she blushed. Was it a good sign?
“Aye.” It was, thank all. She winked then quipped in naughty fashion, “Also when laid upon me.” Divine! A chuckle from him echoed their chamber. “Forthwith, however, turn upon your front, my knight. My thorn’s scratches: I shall not have them turn into taint.”
He rolled onto his front, and the linen began caressing over his flesh with the wine cold at first but the heat from her touch and between them carried quickly.
In care she cleaned all his torn flesh. Aye, aye, aye, he would have to tell her to scratch him each time if it meant this favored tender touch after.
He almost turned when she’d completed the task with setting the bottle on the table beside the bed, but his breath caught after her lips grazed over his shoulders’ tops.
Her hair whispered across his back as her words did his ear. “Callum?”
“Aye?” He was growing hard again.
“’Twas worth the wait, all this time, for us.”
“Aye.” He turned about, captured her in his arms, then spun her onto her back, while placing himself between her thighs. His fingers raised the tunic’s hem while he sought her maidenhood again. “Nella, once more?”
“Only once more, my knight?” she asked innocently with a wicked grin while her hand found his fresh want for her between them.
He gave a growl then raised the hem – higher.