Chapter Fifteen #2
Then, her hands covered his, and she moved them to her shawl. He needed no coercing as he unclasped the paltry piece of cloth and tossed it aside, leaving her delicate shoulders bare. He lowered his head and pressed his lips to her collarbone, and she sighed.
That small sound alone nearly drove him over the edge.
With the wood crackling in the hearth, Gabriel slowly turned Paige round and began to loosen the buttons on her gown.
Once he’d reached the last one, he pushed the silky material from her, and it pooled around her feet.
Another shift, made of even flimsier cloth, still clung to her, and he pushed it away as well.
A small swath of silken cloth covered her breasts and bottom, and he sucked in a breath as he took in her slight form, so different from his own.
As tenderly as possible, he turned her round to face him, then lifted her to the bed.
With one hand, he unclasped the pin holding his plaid together, and it fell in a pool of linen atop his wife’s gown.
Paige’s eyes remained locked onto his.
Quickly, he kicked off his boots and the rest of his garb, slid her shoes from her feet, then joined her.
With one arm, he braced himself over her.
Paige’s eyes were wide and glassy, and Gabriel found he couldna stop touching her.
Skin that felt like velvet beneath his hands made him shudder with anticipation, and he dragged his fingers over her collar, down her arms, and over her flat stomach, her hips, and then, she reached for him and pulled him down.
As soon as their bodies touched, Gabriel came undone, his hands left nothing undiscovered, and the fire burning low in Paige’s stomach all but scorched her.
She ran her hands over his bare back, tracing the muscles there, and when his mouth came down on hers, she kissed him back with a fury she hadn’t known she possessed.
At first, Gabriel kissed her hard, frenzied, as though a wild and feral animal. Suddenly, he stopped, and rested his forehead against hers.
“I’m verra sorry, love,” he said, out of breath. “I canna seem to control myself.”
Paige’s own breathing was ragged, and she held on to him. “I don’t want you to,” she said.
He drew back and looked at her. A small smile pulled at his mouth. “Aye?”
She smiled and pulled his head down to her. “I want you now,” she whispered. “I can’t wait any longer.”
When Gabriel pulled back and locked his gaze onto hers, she smiled, gathered her courage, and unclasped her bra. His eyes darkened and he pushed the material aside.
“Christ, Paige,” he said, wonder in his voice. “You’re beautiful.” His eyes softened, then turned stormy. “And you’re all mine.”
Paige held her breath as he lowered his head to hers, and when their mouths met, the frenzy began again, and this time, Paige met Gabriel’s with equal passion.
He tasted every inch of her, his mouth moving erotically over her lips, her throat, and her breasts.
When his warm tongue touched the sensitive peaks, she groaned and arched into him.
Gabriel trailed erotic kisses down her stomach and ribs, and then his fingers hooked the silken panties and pulled them off.
They joined the pile of wedding clothes on the floor.
He came to her then, once more holding his weight on one arm, his other free hand skimming her skin, touching her in places and with a passion Paige had never before known.
Stretched over her, he kissed her gently, softly, his tongue tasting her lips, her teeth, her chin.
He looked like an ancient warrior, with his long hair hanging loose around his chiseled chest and broad shoulders, those sexy tattoos encircling his biceps.
With one hand, Paige wrapped her fingers through that long hair and pulled. “Now,” she whispered, and looked at him, pleading. “Please.”
Gabriel kissed her once more, then slowly lifted his head. “Dunna close your eyes, Mrs. Munro,” he said, his voice a hoarse whisper. “Watch.”
With his hips, Gabriel nudged her legs to accommodate him, and then he entered her, hot, hard, and completely delicious. Paige gasped at the tightness.
She hadn’t expected that.
Gabriel’s eyes widened, and he froze. “You’ve never?”
Although there was a slight bit of discomfort, it wasn’t nearly like what she’d heard about as a teenager. “Does that bother you?” she asked, wondering if he preferred someone experienced.
Gabriel closed his eyes, muttered something unintelligible, then looked at her. “I love you, Paige Munro,” he said, and slowly began to move inside her. “You truly are mine. Forever.” He lowered his head to her ear. “ ’Twill only hurt for a moment.”
With his eyes locked onto hers, Gabriel moved deeper, slowly at first, but when Paige wrapped her legs around his waist, twisted his hair between her fingers, pulled, and said now, his thrusts became faster, desperate, and all at once Paige exploded inside, tiny fragments of shattered glass scattering behind her eyelids as Gabriel pleasured her.
Wave after wave crashed over her as her first orgasm consumed her, and the moment she groaned and arched, he joined her, a low, deep growl emanating from his throat as he discovered his own pleasure.
Slowly, they eased, they moved together, and Gabriel rolled to his back, taking Paige with him.
He settled her atop him, still deep inside her.
Wrapping his arms about her, he brought her to his chest.
Paige felt his heart thundering beneath her ear, and his large hands skimmed her spine. He pressed his lips to her temple and cuddled her in a tight embrace.
“I am your first,” he finally said, when his breathing had returned to normal.
Paige pushed up and looked at her husband, her chin on his chest. “You are my last.”
A slow smile spread over Gabriel’s face, his dimples pitting deeply.
“Never in my wildest dreams could I have ever dreamt up such a tale as this,” he said, tracing her wedding band with his finger.
He pushed her hair behind her ears. “I would gladly wait for you again, no matter the centuries.” He brought her close.
“I love you, Paige Munro,” he mouthed against her lips. “Always.”
Paige suckled his lips, caressed his stubbled jaw with her fingertips, and gently nipped his tongue. She cupped his face, and met his gaze. “I think I was meant to be Mrs. Gabriel Munro,” she said softly. “I will love you always.”
With a grin, Gabriel turned her onto her back, lowered his head, and kissed her thoroughly. Gently at first, and then passion took over, and his hands found even more places on her body to explore.
Just as their pleasure surged again, he lowered his mouth to her ear, suckled her lobe, and whispered, “Watch, love,” that thick Highland brogue making her shudder. “Watch what you do to me.”
Paige locked her eyes to her husband’s, smiled, and did just that.