Chapter 28 #2
Alba melted against him, her hands fisting in the rough wool of his plaid as she kissed him back with equal fervor, her teeth nipping at his lower lip, drawing a growl from deep in his chest.
Lachlann broke the kiss only to press his forehead to hers, his breath ragged.
“Alba,” he murmured, his voice a dark caress against her ear. “I’ve waited too long fer this.”
His hands slid down her sides, his fingers tracing the curve of her waist before gripping the fabric of her gown. With a sharp tug, the laces gave way, the dress loosening around her shoulders.
Alba’s breath hitched as the cool air met her skin, the gown slipping down her arms, pooling at her feet in a whisper of fabric.
She stood before him in nothing but her shift, the thin linen doing little to hide the hard peaks of her nipples or the flush spreading across her skin.
Lachlann’s gaze raked over her, dark and hungry, his chest rising and falling with each labored breath.
“Ye’re so fuckin’ beautiful,” he rasped, his voice rough with need.
His hands followed the path of his eyes, skimming over her collarbone, down the swell of her breasts, his thumbs brushing over her nipples through the fabric.
Alba gasped, arching into his touch, her body aching for more.
His fingers trailed lower, tracing the dip of her waist before sliding beneath the hem of her shift, his calloused palms rough against the soft skin of her thighs.
He pushed the fabric up, baring her to his gaze, his breath hitching as he took in the sight of her. His fingers glide through her folds, teasing her entrance.
Alba whimpered, her hips jerking forward, seeking more pressure, but he pulled back, a wicked smirk playing on his lips.
He sank to his knees before her, his hands gripping her hips, his thumbs spreading her open.
The first touch of his tongue was a shock, a slow, deliberate stroke that had her gasping, her fingers tangling in his dark hair. His beard scratched at the sensitive skin of her inner thighs, the contrast of rough and soft sending a shiver through her.
Lachlann groaned against her, the vibration making her knees tremble.
“Fuck, ye taste like heaven,” he muttered, his lips sealing over her clit, his tongue working in slow, torturous circles.
Alba’s head fell back against the stone wall, her breath coming in short, desperate gasps. His fingers joined his mouth, one sliding inside her while his tongue continued its relentless assault.
She was so close, her body coiling tight, her thighs trembling as she rocked against his face. “Lachlann, please,” she begged, her voice hoarse with need.
He growled in response, the sound sending another wave of pleasure crashing through her. His fingers curled inside her, finding that spot that made her see stars, his tongue flicking over her clit with maddening precision.
Alba’s nails scraped against the stone wall, her body tightening, her orgasm just out of reach.
And then he stopped.
She whimpered in protest, her eyes flying open to find him standing, his plaid discarded, his body gloriously bare.
His manhood jutted out, thick and heavy, the tip glistening with pre-cum.
Alba’s mouth watered at the sight, her body throbbing with unfulfilled need.
“Are ye sure ye are ready fer this?” he asked her, his eyes dark with want. “Because I will stop if ye tell me tae”.
“Nay, dinnae stop,” she gasped. She couldn’t tear her eyes away from his manhood. “I want ye more than I have ever wanted anythin’ in me life”.
Lachlann stepped closer, his hands sliding under her thighs, lifting her effortlessly. She wrapped her legs around his waist, her arms looping around his neck as he pressed her back against the wall.
With a groan, he thrust upward, filling her in one deep stroke.
Alba cried out, her nails digging into his shoulders as her body stretched to accommodate him. The burn of it was exquisite, the fullness almost too much, but she rocked her hips, urging him deeper.
Lachlann groaned, his forehead pressing to hers as he held himself still, his breath ragged. “Ye feel so good,” he muttered, his voice strained. “So tight, so perfect.”
He began to move, his thrusts slow and deep at first, his lips crashing onto hers in a bruising kiss.
Alba met him stroke for stroke, her body arching into his, her breasts pressing against the hard plane of his chest.
The room filled with the sounds of their labored breathing, the wet slap of skin against skin, the creak of the old wooden floor beneath Lachlann’s boots as he drove into her.
His hands gripped her thighs, his fingers digging into her flesh as he quickened his pace, his cock pistoning in and out of her with relentless precision.
“Alba,” he groaned, his voice thick with need. “I’m close. Come with me.”
She tightened around him, her body coiling tight, her release just within reach.
Lachlann’s thrusts grew erratic, his breath hot against her neck as he buried his face in the crook of her shoulder. “Taegether,” she gasped, her nails raking down his back. “I want tae come with ye.”
His growl was feral, his hips snapping against hers as he drove into her one final time.
Alba cried out as her orgasm crashed over her, her body clenching around him, her vision whiting out as pleasure consumed her.
Lachlann followed with a guttural groan, his manhood pulsing inside her as he spilled deep, his body shuddering with the force of his release.
For a long moment, they stayed like that, pressed together, their breaths ragged, their skin slick with sweat. Lachlann held her tightly, his forehead resting against hers, his eyes dark with something more than lust.
“Alba,” he murmured, his voice rough with emotion. “Ye’re everything tae me.”
She smiled, her heart so full it ached, and rested her head against his chest, listening to the steady beat of his heart.
The fire crackled in the hearth, the warmth of the room wrapping around them like a blanket, the world outside ceasing to exist.
For now, in that moment, there was only them.
And it was perfect.