CHAPTER 27 #2
The breath went out of her in a huff when the tip of his shaft pressed against her opening. On their own, her legs went round him, urging him forward.
He broke the kiss. With his eyes on hers, watching her closely, he eased forward a fraction until something inside her stopped him. Sweat broke out on his brow.
“It will hurt a bit,” he said.
“I don’t care.” She felt edgy, impatient.
“I think ye are ready,” he said, breathing hard. “Do ye think ye are? Do ye want me to wait longer?” There was a strained, pleading quality to his voice.
“I want to feel ye inside me.”
He made a strangled sound and surged forward. She felt a sharp pain, and something inside her ripped.
She must have cried out, because Ian covered her face with kisses. “Are ye all right, love?”
He called her “love.”
“I am,” she said. The sharp pain was gone, but she could feel every inch of him inside her, stretching her.
“You’re so tight,” he said.
“Too tight?” she asked, panic rising in her throat. “Will it be all right?”
“Ah, ye are perfect,” he said, squeezing his eyes shut. “Ye can have no notion how good it feels.”
Then he was kissing her, and she forgot everything except him.
She groaned when he began moving slowly inside her, causing exquisite new sensations.
His kisses were hungry, urgent, as he moved faster and harder against her.
She lifted her hips and pulled at his shoulders, wanting him closer, deeper.
So many emotions were coursing through her veins that she felt as if she might burst into tears or shatter.
Joy. Love. A closeness to another human being she had never felt before.
She never imagined it would feel like this, encompassed in his arms, their bodies joined and moving as one.
She could not tell where she ended and he began.
“Ye feel so good, Sìl.” His words came in soft bursts. “I… I can’t wait, love.”
She held onto him as he thrust into her faster and faster. She felt the pressure building inside both him and her.
“You’re mine,” he gasped. “Mine. Mine. Forever mine.”
Forever. She had loved him forever.
“Sìleas,” he cried, as he surged against her, and she shattered in his arms. Stars sparkled against her eyelids as her body squeezed around his. She called his name as waves of pleasure coursed through her.
He collapsed over her. Though he was heavy, she welcomed the weight of him, the certainty that he was here, that he was hers.
Ian had claimed her as his at last.
In truth, she had always been his. Always.
Oh God, he was a bad man and a poor husband. For certain, he’d been too rough with her—and she a virgin. But he’d never needed a woman like that. Never. At least he had stopped himself from plunging into her and taking her hard and fast as he’d wanted to.
He should have talked to her and been gentle from the start.
Ach, he probably frightened her half to death attacking her the way he did the moment the door was closed.
And then he shocked her by tasting her. He smiled to himself.
Nay, he couldn’t regret that part—and he was quite sure she didn’t, either.
When she found her release… there was nothing like it in this world, and probably not in the next one, either. He was still shaking from what making love to her had done to him. He was a blessed man to have a woman who could make him feel like that.
He pulled her close so that her head was resting on his chest, breathed in the scent of her hair, and started to drift off to sleep.
“I met the English lady ye wanted to wed.”
Her words jarred him from his stupor. “What?”
“Philippa,” she said in a soft voice. “She’s all that ye said she was.”
“I can’t remember what I said about her.” Why was she talking about Philippa?
In a small voice, she said, “Do ye still regret that ye were prevented from marrying her?”
“Sìl, I don’t want any woman as my wife but you.” After what had just passed between them, how could she be asking this? Women could be very hard to understand at times.
“I’ve told ye there will never be another woman,” he said, “but I cannot change the past.”
And that was the problem. Their past was precisely the reason she needed reassurance.
He rolled her onto her back and leaned over her. “Ye have no cause to be jealous of Philippa,” he said, looking into her eyes. “And it’s not just that ye are more beautiful than she is.”
“Ach, now I know ye are lying to me,” she said, making a face.
“Ye don’t know how lovely ye are.” She was beautiful with her hair all wild on the pillow and her cheeks rosy from their lovemaking.
She sucked in her breath when he leaned down and flicked his tongue over her nipple. It stood up for him, begging for more. He pressed his cock against her side so she would feel how hard she made him.
“Wedding Philippa would have been a terrible mistake,” he said.
She licked her lip and asked in a breathy voice. “Why is that?”
“Because ye are the woman who was made for me.” He rolled on top of her, pushing her legs apart. “If ye have any doubt, let me show ye again.”