Chapter 14 #2
Willow briskly shook her head and met his eyes. The pained expression was too lovely. “No, please. I…I need more.”
This sorcery between them was practically sinful, and Keegan’s shaft pulsed as it remained pressed against Willow’s other hip. It was a dark charm that had him locked into an unbreakable enchantment, the alchemy of their opposites coming together beyond tantalizing.
Walking his fingers right up to the sparking warmth of her seam, Keegan swept the pad of one down it from top to bottom. Willow jerked, crying out softly. He released his hold on the shelf near her head—impressed that he hadn’t dented it with his grip—and smoothed his palm over Willow’s mouth.
“Shh, now, lass. The only sounds I wish to hear coming from ye are the words I’ve asked for repeatedly. Will ye now tell me?”
He teased her slit once more, and Willow whimpered against his hand. When he opened it up enough to hear her words, she shook from head to toe.
“There isnae more truth. Ye have misjudged the—”
Keegan patted gently on her tenderness, a light smack of her skin that cut off Willow’s words.
“Tsk, tsk, tsk. Still nae willing to have out with it. Must I take things further?”
Not waiting for her to reply, Keegan angled his hand just right and slid a single finger into her. Willow moaned as he covered her mouth once more, her body surging as the fluttering breaths rippled through her. She arched back, pressing her perfect breasts up toward him as her head fell back.
Her eyes were squeezed shut, and when Keegan could feel her move her lips beneath his hand, he released her mouth, wrapping his fingers around the back of Willow’s neck.
“Oh, yesss…that.”
“Yes, what, sweet Willow? What is it that ye wish for me to do?” Keegan ached to hear her words. He throbbed with the intensity of it, and every bit of him wanted to feel this gorgeous, troublesome woman clamp down around him as he brought her body to new heights.
“Keegan, ye…ye cannae ask me what—”
He sunk his finger deeper, moving it back and forth in one long, slow motion. Willow whined, her foot now hooking around his arm. It gave him more room to work her over, but he would be patient. He wanted to savor every moment of this.
“Tell me.”
His voice was nearly unrecognizable for the gruff growl of it. Keegan was beside himself, overcome by the power of the moment.
God, how did I even come by this? Do I care?
Willow gripped his shirt and the shoulder section of his plaid tighter and tighter, her hips rocking of their own account, but he would not give her more of this until he heard her ask him for it—beg him for it.
“Please. Please touch me more. It…It is some kind of magic. I…cannae get enough.”
Keegan pulled Willow’s mouth to his with his hand on her neck.
She melted into the kiss, and he drove his finger deeper, working up a quicker pace that quickly had Willow breathing hard.
After a moment, he let her head fall back once more, pressing into the books as if they were an anchor she could cling to as much as the laird’s shirt.
“Ye do like that, daenae ye, lass. I can feel yer entire body ignitin' for me.”
Willow nodded, her eyes still closed. Keegan took her head once more, pulling her up so that she might meet his eyes.
“Look at me, lass. I will see that expression in yer eyes. I will own it for meself and nay one else.”
It took her some doing, but Willow opened her eyes just enough to look at him. Keegan devoured the way she looked drunk on the sensations, and as she held his stare, he slipped another finger into her, stretching her tight channel.
“Keegan!”
Yanking her forward as he pressed her hips back to the bookshelf, the laird claimed Willow’s lips in another kiss. He danced his tongue over hers, tasting her so profoundly he could feel it in his blood.
“Shh, lass. Ye wouldnae have us interrupted, would ye?”
Willow shook her head vigorously, moving herself against Keegan’s hand as he stroked her walls. “Nay, please. I need…I need…”
He chuckled again, the dark sound of a man so very satisfied. Despite the attention he wished to pay to himself, seeing Willow like this was more than enough pleasure to keep him going for some time.
“What? Can ye nae find the words?” He teased, pulling his fingers back out and nearly leaving her.
She tried to push her hips forward and chase after his hand, but Keegan held her firmly to the shelf behind her.
“I…I daenae ken the words…”
“Ye—” Keegan stopped himself.
Willow knew less about the world than he might have thought. Something about being the first to feel her, to taste her kiss, made Keegan’s spirit soar. It seemed wholly impossible that she would not have at least tended to herself as she grew to adulthood.
Still, her life was clearly not that of a happy and cared-for lady of a castle. He would fix that. Keegan would change that here and now. Willow would know pleasure beyond her dreams, up to a point at least. She still wasn’t his, after all.
And he was still looking for something from her.
In all the wonder, Keegan had nearly forgotten that he suspected her of holding something back. He would hear her confession, though. He knew she would not be able to stand it, and then…
Then, he would deliver her to the realm of bliss.
“Can ye feel yer nerves coilin', lass?” Keegan pressed inside, hooking his fingers into the sensitive spot he knew of at the top of her walls. “Can ye feel how yer body seems to be perched on the edge of a cliff?”
Willow groaned, relief and still more desperation filling her as Keegan started up his rhythm again. She nodded.
“It’s…everythin'. I cannae…I can…hardly think.”
“Aye, Willow.” He swirled his fingers inside her, and Willow’s channel tightened around him, gripping his digits with such a force. “That’s it. Ye are so close to the release. So verra close.”
Her hips worked in tandem with his efforts, and Keegan was nearly ready to burst himself. He was firm enough to rival a sword, and the nerves that ran from his tip to his base were on fire.
“I need it. Please, Keegan. I…I feel as though I may explode!”
Touching his forehead to hers, the laird pressed in as deep as he could, eliciting a gorgeous yelp from his lovely Willow. Her eyes squeezed tighter before bursting open. She looked up at him, blinking as if the act of keeping her lids open was too much; her mouth had fallen open.
Keegan lowered his voice to a rumbling whisper, that possessive growl filling his tone once again.
“Then, sweet lass, ye best be tellin' me the truth then.”
And then he stopped his attention, leaving Willow right on the cusp.