Chapter 25
Keegan tasted like heaven on her tongue, a now familiar and still bewildering taste that left Willow nearly at a loss of breath. She could remember the taste she had had in his study, the way he’d made her feel, and Willow’s body roared to life in a way that was incredibly intoxicating.
Keegan shifted forward, kneeling over her as she lay back against the bed as their lips still tangled together in a maddening kiss. His length brushed against the thin fabric of her shift, and Willow shivered. Oh God, I feel as though I’ve waited me whole life for this.
At once, the laird’s grip became demanding, and he pressed Willow against his chest with his arm firmly wrapped around her.
The loose fabric of the shawl slid down her shoulder.
Without breaking the kiss, Keegan unwrapped it from her shoulders.
Her breath shuddered in as Keegan at last parted from her lips to pull the long swath of fabric from her and toss it to the floor.
Before returning, Keegan pulled his shirt over his head, and Willow’s eyes widened at the sight of him. He must have been chiseled from stone for how stark his muscles stood out from his frame, and arousal pooled in Willow’s core.
In a flash, he was back atop her, running his tongue across the seam of her lips, and Willow eagerly let him in, a soft moan escaping her.
“Keegan,” she whispered, her body humming with desire.
“Aye, lass. I feel it as well. It is like I might perish should I nae have ye at once.”
As he shoved the thin fabric of her shift off her shoulders, Willow gasped, trying to mumble his name once more.
But the word was quickly stolen away, and all she could do was give herself over to the bliss as Keegan kissed down her neck and found the peaked buds at the tip of her breast with his lips. Willow arched against him, whimpering.
The delicate, smooth fabric of her shift warmed as Keegan worshipped her nipple through it, and he took her with him as he guided them farther onto the bed.
Guiding her down once more, Keegan pushed Willow to lay flat as he stripped the shift that hid her from his hungry stare, and she trembled with nervous excitement.
Getting her shift off was uncomplicated, and still, Keegan made it a sort of dance, slowly pulling on the lace that kept the wide neck secured around Willow’s shoulders. She could hardly stand the way he dragged out each moment until the bow was finally undone.
The nearly transparent fabric, so very fine and well-spun, slipped from her should, and then Keegan yanked it down her legs.
“Och,” Keegan stared down at her as if he were about to devour her, “ye are bonnier than anythin' I’ve laid me eyes on, lass.”
He grinned down at her, and Willow’s cheeks heated, undoubtedly turning a bright pink as self-consciousness and flattery consumed her like a flame. She’d never been seen like this before, and Willow’s heart put up a furious beat against her ribcage, all her body thrumming with ecstatic energy.
“Keegan, I—” He leaned down over her again, then circled her bare nipple with his tongue, nibbling gently, and her eyes rolled closed. “Oh, God.”
“That’s it, lass. I cannae wait a moment longer to claim ye as mine. Mine for always.”
Her husband—a wondrous and strange thought right then—started again with his caresses on her breasts, and Willow arched into his mouth at the alluring sensations. The motion allowed Keegan the perfect opportunity to slip his hand under her, firmly holding the curves of her rear.
As her back lowered down to the bed, he squeezed, rolling her nipple between his teeth. Willow reeled, her head spinning from the maddening touches, and Keegan dragged his lips down her chest and stomach until he hit the swell of dark curls between her legs.
“Keegan! What are ye—”
His lips kissed the inside of her thigh, soft and featherlight. “Shh, lass. Allow me the joy of tastin' ye.”
Willow whimpered, but there was something so alluring and wicked about the prospect. Keegan reached under her arse to lift her hips, and Willow simply let herself enjoy. He lay between her legs on the bed; the angle he maneuvered her into forced Willow to balance on her shoulders.
Keegan’s breath dusted over her center, and then his mouth met her sensitive skin. Warmth melted into her as he smoothed his tongue through her slit, desire blooming through her like a fever as he feasted on her.
“Keegan!” she cried before burying her moans behind her arm.
Swirling his tongue through her most intimate flesh, his ministrations brought Willow right to the edge of a release, her legs trembling around him.
It was so similar to the feeling in the study but so much more intense.
Licking up in a slow, deliberate motion, Keegan ended right at the bundle of nerves at her tip, flicking it with his tongue before pulling back just enough to speak.
“Ye are a wonder, lass. Every bit of ye better than the finest wine.” She whined, her hips squirming as she sought more contact. “God, Willow. I love how ye sing and dance for me; such a gorgeous look on yer face.”
He pressed his lips to her slick skin again, and she noticed one of his hands disappearing from her left leg. What he was doing was beyond her, but she didn’t much care. But then…
“Ugh,” he groaned, and the vibrations made her channel flutter with need.
A single hand beneath Willow’s hips kept them aloft, and she was both impressed by Keegan’s strength and consumed by the way he indulged himself on her so wonderfully.
A furious burn shot through her, and Willow crashed over that invisible edge.
The release was enormous compared to the last she’d experienced, and her entire body shook as it claimed her.
As Keegan claimed her.
As the release wound down, Keegan pulled Willow down as he crawled over her, placing his hips just above hers. She struggled for breath, the grip on her hips grounding and demanding at once. He leaned forward, his lips brushing over the curve of her shoulder as he moved her knees further apart.
“Sweet Willow,” Keegan whispered, his tone dark and husky, “are ye ready for me?”
She had no idea, but every bit of her hummed, still silently pleading for me, and she nodded.
“Please, Keegan.”
The sound of Keegan removing his kilt was a cannon blast in her mind. Willow couldn’t keep herself from looking down to where he removed the only thing separating them.
“Oh.” The surprised noise slipped out, and when she flicked her eyes to Keegan, he smirked wickedly.
“I willnae hurt ye, lass.” He took himself in hand, and arousal flared so powerfully through Willow that she thought she would break apart right then. “I will go slow.”
Her heart hammered, and Willow nodded. How he was meant to…fit within her was a notion that made her just the slightest bit nervous. But she trusted him.
“I’m ready, Keegan.” She locked her stare on his, and a small smile touched the corner of her mouth.
He grinned back, his mouth coming to hers in a passionate kiss.
At the exact moment, the thickness of him pressed into her, and Willow hissed.
The pressure and stretch were a shock but not an unpleasant one.
Keegan did move slowly, but in a seamless dance, he sheathed himself inside her up to the hilt.
Willow squeaked, and she muffled the sound by burying her face into Keegan’s shoulder. The feeling of fullness was exceedingly intense, and her core burned with strain and pleasure in equal measure.
“Daenae keep yer sounds from me, lass. I love to hear how beautifully ye sing for me.”
Keegan leaned back and rocked his hips forward and then in a circle. Willow's head flew back as she yelped from the overwhelming sensations.
“That’s so lovely, lass.” He ground himself into her, sinking as deep as he could, which made her channel seize hold of him. “I love how yer body yields so exquisitely to me. Let me feel that release claim ye again, mo dhurachd.”
The gentle pace was gone, and Keegan thrust himself into her so profoundly.
Willow clamped down around his shaft, coming undone at the way her powerful Laird took her so completely.
The pound of their bodies meeting faintly echoed in the large bed chamber, and her entire being lit up from the shattering bliss that gripped her.
Keegan balanced on his knees, taking hold of Willow’s thighs and shifting her legs up a hair.
The change drove him deeper within her, and Willow moaned wantonly as his length found new reaches that flared brightly as he stroked them.
One of his hands slipped down her leg and reached between Willow's thighs.
He rubbed over that sensitive spot at her tip once more, the brisk motion driving her mad as he claimed her all the harder.
“Oh, God, Keegan.”
Another release raked through her with the force of a wildfire, and her walls quivered around his sword, which seemed to excite Keegan all the more, making him thicken greater within her.
The knowledge that his body responded in kind with hers was a potent aphrodisiac, one Willow was quickly becoming enamored by.
“God, lass.” Keegan’s head fell back as he thrust forward. “Ye feel perfect. Better.”
He leaned forward, lifting her hips higher and sinking deeper still.
“I need to hear it, lass. I need to hear it for meself how ye feel.”
A whimper bled from her, and Willow reached for Keegan’s hands, gripping them hard enough to turn her knuckles white. Her husband brutally launched his hips forward, and Keegan was completely fit inside her. Then, Willow forgot for a moment where he ended and she began.
The reach hit something far within her, and Willow yelped before the brief pain melted into a pleasure that demanded more. She could feel herself tighten around him, and Keegan gripped her firmly to begin anew with his punishing pace.
“Keegan!” Willow cried, her body trembling. “It’s so much. I—”
He grabbed her around the back of her neck, lowering his forehead to hers. “Aye, lass. It’s everythin'. Ye are everythin'. I shall never get enough of ye.”
Willow wrapped her arms around his neck, allowing Keegan to pull her mouth to his as he claimed everything she had to give. It laced fire through her veins, and she relished the way the world dropped away to leave only the two of them.
“Keegan, ye have me. All of me.” She jerked, her body arching up into his as he rocked into her.
Straightening up, Keegan took Willow with him, landing her in his lap as he leaned back onto his knees. He wrapped an arm around her waist, holding her against him as he thrust up with crescendoing force. His other hand found her breast once more, grasping her greedily.
To be wholly taken like this was a joy Willow couldn’t imagine. Everywhere Keegan touched her, her skin was set ablaze. It ached and swelled, making her chest feel like it might crack open from the overpowering joy contained within her.
Willow arched and gripped Keegan’s arms as she leaned back. The rhythm was wildly intense, and she could feel that need for release roar louder in her veins.
“Such a bonny lass ye are.” He dragged his hand down her body, sweeping over her side until he held her breast against his palm again. “I am wondrously lucky to have ye like this.”
Keegan rocked his hips, and Willow met his rhythm as they stared into each other’s eyes.
The demand for release powered higher and higher until Willow was flung over the edge, and she groaned, low and primal.
She struggled to keep her eyes open as the climax took hold of her, but Willow was desperate to see Keegan.
He dropped his forehead to hers just as his length swelled inside her, kicking against her walls as she was filled with warmth. The sound of their rushing breaths occupied every inch of the room, and then everything stilled, slowing down to a moment that hung between frenzy and exhaustion.
“Och, lass.” He smiled, reaching for her face and taking her cheek. “I have nay words.
She smiled, feeling consumed by blissed out and tiredness. “I…find I am as well.”
Keegan chuckled gently, gliding his hand down her face to pull her chest to his in an embrace. Willow wrapped her arms around his neck, and after a time, the laird carried the two of them to the top of the bed.
She sighed as he lowered her head down to the pillow, crowding over her and keeping himself sheathed inside her. Willow was overcome with warmth, never wanting them to be separated. Keegan appeared to be of the same mind, for he relaxed around her, lying over her with his towering height.
Willow smiled with her eyes closed, settling into the bed even as she still held her arms wrapped around Keegan’s neck. The feeling of him seated within her seeped into Willow’s soul, and she would hold onto it for as long as she could, the connection to him some divine and magical.
Eventually, Keegan naturally parted from her, and Willow let out a half-conscious whine. Her husband then rolled onto his side next to her, draping his arm across Willow’s ribs and idly stroking over the sensitive skin of her breast.
“A fine end to a magnificent day. Aye, lass?”
A grin spread across her face, Willow’s eyes still closed. She moaned lightly as Keegan toyed with her and lowered her head over her shoulder toward him, wanting every bit of closeness that she could get. He kissed her forehead, and Willow loved how he felt right up against her naked skin.
“Aye,” she whispered, a yawn stretching her jaw right at the end of the word.
“Sleep, lass. We have the entire evenin' still, and I shall be right here whenever ye wake.”
She smiled all the more, and slowly, her breathing evened out as unconsciousness began to drape over her like the thickest quilt. Her thoughts were quiet in her mind, but one stood out in a way that she couldn’t ignore, even as exhausted as she was.
This felt right. It felt…perfect. And she was indeed so overjoyed at being with Keegan that it nearly startled her.
Willow had not expected it or thought it possible in her entire lifetime. Still, it seemed that she’d discovered something within the walls of Castle Brahanne that both shocked and delighted her—love.
For as much as she shouldn’t have, it was undeniable. She had fallen in love with Keegan Aragain, and that love had claimed every inch of her soul just as he had.