Chapter 23 #2
Hot as a flame, it flickered inside her and swirled over her folds in a teasing exploration. His lips sucked, his teeth grazed her gently, and the pleasure was so intense, she cried out and arched her back, her fingers tangling in his hair.
“Mmmh, ye taste so sweet, like honey. I always kenned ye would, me sweet Cat,” came his muffled voice, his soft laughter vibrating against her aching core. “Och, I’m goin’ tae eat ye all up.”
And he was a man of his word, driving Catriona to the edge of delirium as his mouth and tongue plundered her.
“Och, God, Malcolm, I never... what are ye daein’ tae me,” she moaned, feeling a long, thick finger sliding inside her, then out, then back in, penetrating her in slow, rhythmic thrusts.
Another entered her, widening her further, stoking her mounting need to such heights that she shamelessly spread herself wider and raised her hips to meet his fingers.
“Och, me God!” she cried, head thrown back, her back arching when his lips closed around the stiffened rosebud at the head of her sex.
Shafts of pleasure pierced her as he feasted on it luxuriously, grazing it with his teeth, toying with her until she was in such a frenzy of need, her hands tightened reflexively in his hair and pressed him into her.
“Malcolm, oh, Malcolm, more, ach, more, please!” she cried out as he thrust his tongue and fingers deep inside her again and again, his thumb massaging her stiffened rosebud all the while, until she was writhing helplessly beneath him, weak with desire.
Jolts of intense pleasure shook her, and she was caught on a rising tide of abandon, aware of nothing but Malcolm and what he was making her feel as he took control of her body.
“Och, aye, more, Malcolm, more!” she screamed, riding his hand roughly until a tidal wave of heavenly ecstasy washed over her and swept her away, leaving her shuddering convulsively, fingers grasping his hair.
“Aye, ye liked that, lass,” he murmured, rising up from between her legs, grinning at her wolfishly, eyes black, face wet with her juices.
Catriona thought he had never looked so heartstoppingly gorgeous as at that moment of naked, lustful masculinity.
And though he had just taken her to what she believed was the peak of ecstasy, she had to have more of him.
“Malcolm, I need ye inside me, I want ye, I need ye tae fill me up!” she told him in her needful frenzy, wrapping her legs around his waist. She squeezed him tightly with her thighs, her molten sex yearning for him to bury his hardness deep inside her.
“Aye, lass, yer wish is me command,” he said, moving up her body to brace himself on his forearms above her, his mouth slashing across hers fiercely, his kisses hard and demanding, his hardness probing her entrance.
When he slowly slid into her, she felt a sharp pinch of pain and cried out, tensing.
He stopped and raised his mouth from hers. “Easy, lass, easy, I’ll be gentle, it’ll pass in a moment,” he crooned, cradling her head, one hand entwined in her hair, the other holding her firmly in place.
He slowly moved deeper, and the pain did pass, to be replaced with a pleasure even more intense than before. She gripped his shoulders tightly and pressed her hips into him, letting him know she wanted him.
“There, lass, there,” he murmured, withdrawing, then thrusting back inside her with measured control, his grunt of satisfaction feeding the bonfire now blazing within Catriona as he filled her to the hilt.
Malcolm’s lips wandered hotly from her mouth to her neck, her throat, her breasts and every inch in between as the pumping of his hips gradually picked up speed, each thrust deeper and harder, his breathing growing heavier and more ragged.
Sweat dripped from his forehead onto her skin, where it burned like coals, and she tasted salt on her tongue as they kissed hungrily.
“Ach, God, ye fill me tae the brim, Malcolm,” she moaned against his lips, hands clutching convulsively at his arms and shoulders, marveling at the corded muscles rippling beneath the skin with each powerful thrust.
Soon, the rhythm of his hips grew faster, driving into her. She met his every thrust, her pleasure reaching new heights with every stroke.
“Och, Catriona, I’ve dreamed of this fer so long,” he panted, gazing deeply into her eyes as he took her once again to the precipice and sent her plunging over the edge.
She was still screaming his name when his thrusts became more urgent, his fingers digging into the flesh of her hips ever tighter, pinning her in place.
“Ye’re mine, Cat, all mine,” he murmured thickly into her mouth.
“Aye, I’m yers,” she cried out, feeling him stiffen inside her. A groan torn from deep from his throat burst from his lips as with one final thrust, his warmth spilled into her, his body shuddering against hers as he followed her over the cliff.
Spent for the moment, they held each other tight, panting against each other’s necks as they caught their breath. Malcolm raised his head and gazed into her eyes, gently cradling her chin in his hand. His voice was husky and deep as he murmured words that had her melting all over again.
“Och, Cat, I’ve imagined ye bein’ here in me bed like this and lovin’ ye so many times, but this was... incredible.”
She entwined herself around him, loving the weight of him pressing her into the bed, gazing up into his beautiful dark eyes, her heart overflowing with love.
“Och, Malcolm, it was truly wonderful... I could never have dreamed of feelin’ so much pleasure... I never kenned... thank ye fer showin’ me how it can be.”
He chuckled softly, the vibration of it passing from his chest into hers, their hearts still beating fast as they lay tangled together.
“Nay, lass,” he rumbled. “’Tis me who should be thankin’ ye, fer givin’ yerself tae me so freely, with such passion.
” He squeezed her so tightly then, she lost her breath for a moment.
Then, the whole of her being lit up as he whispered into her ear the magical, wondrous words she so longed to hear.
“I love ye, Cat, I always have, but I was too afraid tae admit it. But I cannae help it... come what may, I love ye with all me heart and soul.” He kissed her fiercely, and she kissed him back with equal fervor.
“Och, I love ye tae, Malcolm, more than ye’ll ever ken. Ye’ve made me so happy, happier than I ever thought possible in this life,” she answered when their lips briefly parted. She laughed lightly, amazed at the change she felt in herself... all because of him.
Replete with a languorous contentment, with a feeling of security she had never thought to feel, she nestled beneath his strong, encircling arm and laid her head on his chest.
Breathing in his musky scent, the dark springy hairs tickling her nose, she listened to his slowing heartbeat, reveling in the heat of their mingled juices lying slick between her thighs as their sweat-soaked bodies gradually cooled.
She knew with certainty then that she could never love another.
But still, while she listened to his breathing slow, and she too drifted into slumber, the thought of Sinclair drawing ever nearer made her wonder uncertainly if the future she dreamed of sharing with the man she loved would ever come to pass.