Chapter Thirteen #6
I felt the sting of tears moisten my eyes.
Wilkie saw my tears, and his expression was pained, stricken. “Roses?” He looked into my eyes with total concentration, as if he might see the reason for my anguish written in their depths. “What’s the matter? Why do you weep?”
I could barely speak. My words came out muffled and sodden. “You don’t want me like you wanted them.”
He held my shoulders, and the look on his face was one of disbelief, then slow understanding.
“You want to give yourself to me... You think I don’t want you? Is that why you weep?”
I was still frowning at him, but I nodded just a little.
Wilkie exhaled a small, incredulous laugh.
He kissed my face, little tickling kisses at the corner of my mouth, my cheek.
He kissed my eyelids softly, once, and again, so my tears wet his lips.
My tears seemed to have struck something in him, some animal desire or protective allowance.
There was a new edge to his kisses that thrilled me and scared me, as well.
Something in him had turned, and there was a new desperation and a heightened ferocity in his manner that made my heart beat faster.
His hand brushed across my breasts, easing the soft fabric down to frame them from below and plump them slightly upward, exposing them to him.
He swirled each nipple between his fingers and thumbs, gently tugging and kneading.
His touches grew in their strength until they were very nearly painful, scalding me with prickling, deepening heat.
“I can’t have my Roses weeping like this, when I can soothe away her tears so very easily, if this is what she wants me to do.
” He sucked my nipples carelessly, one, then the other, only briefly tasting, almost manic in his lightness.
“I want you,” I whispered. I had never uttered a truer statement.
He kissed my cheeks and then my lips, and I could taste the salt of my own tears.
He rid himself of his unbound clothing. His hands fumbled roughly with the ties of my dress, which he loosened.
Then he bunched the folds of material up to my waist and attempted to remove my dress. “Take this off or I’ll rip it off.”
Not wanting him to ruin Ailie’s carefully made creation, I peeled the dress over my head.
Seeing that I wore nothing underneath, Wilkie fairly purred with the discovery.
I was naked with only my hair covering me.
But I was facing him, and I no longer cared if Wilkie discovered my tattoo.
I wanted him to. I would make a point of showing him.
I began to turn my body, but he held me and laid me back onto the bed, insistently, kissing my breasts but not lingering, kissing a line down my stomach and lower.
“You want me to prove to you that I want you more than I’ve ever wanted anything in my life, Roses.
Is that true, aye? Because I just can’t take this anymore. ”
I gasped as he licked into my sensitive flesh, wetting me with his soft strokes, speaking soft words against my skin.
“If you insist on doubting me, Roses, if you absolutely insist on breaking down every defense that I have with your tears and your plush, wet, ripe beauty, then that’s what I’ll have to do, lass. Is that what you want from me? Proof?”
I could only sigh a soft response, already falling, burning, wanting too much.
“And you’re ready for me to prove my love for you as I take you fully, completely, entirely as my own?” As though to emphasize his question, he licked deeper into me, using his fingers to gently open me to his insistent, exploring tongue until I cried out his name in a whispered moan.
He climbed up my body, rubbing himself against me, supporting his weight above me, positioning himself.
“You want me to take you like this, Roses?” I could feel his immense shaft pushing gently against my entrance.
His size and his strength gave him total control, and my body, too willing, throbbed with desire as he held himself just touching me.
I was afraid and drowning in desire for him, and the combined effect brought a fresh wave of tears, which still spilled to wet my hair.
He reached with his hands to roughly spread my legs wider.
“I’ve waited with you, sweet lass, because once I’m inside you, you must understand, I’ll have no choice but to spill my seed. We’ll be forever joined.”
I tipped my hips up to him ever so slightly, easing him closer, until he was pressed strongly against me.
He began to rub the head of his shaft along my intimate folds, then deeper, only barely inside me, finding a subtle rhythm in the controlled movement. My inner muscles clenched on the emptiness. I thought I might die from raw need.
“I’ve never once spilled my seed inside a woman,” he said, and his voice was low, almost crooning, as he continued to rub me with his body.
“I didn’t want to be bound to them in that way and beyond that moment.
” My body was responding to him, and his caresses became silky and honeyed from the wetness he inspired.
“With you, Roses, I won’t want to separate myself from you.
I’ll want to possess you completely, and you to possess me.
I want to burn with you, to feel you pulse around me as I fill you with everything I have to give. Is that what you want from me?”
I ran my fingers over the coiled muscles of his back, clinging to him, scratching into his skin to pull him closer.
“You’re too sacred,” he continued, and his voice was husked with emotion. “You’re the one. My sunlit angel. My Roses. Mine.”
He pushed himself a fraction deeper, still exploring his lazy rhythm. I could feel his thickness beginning to stretch me. The sensation was dizzying, and my vision blurred at the edges.
“Is this what my Roses wants from me?” he whispered in my ear, biting the soft flesh of my lobe between his teeth. “Say it to me.”
“Aye, warrior,” I gasped.
“You want me, and all of me? Once I begin, see, there’s no going back. And it will hurt you, Roses. There’s naught I can do to stop from hurting you, at first. But then everything I do will give you pleasure. I promise you that. As much pleasure as you can take. Is this what you want me to do?”
I sobbed from the wrought strung-out need of my body. “Please, Wilkie.”
He drove deeper inside me then, and there was a sharp pain as he broke through the fragile barrier of my virginity with one quick thrust. I cried out, and he caught my cry with his kiss, opening my mouth with his, licking into me with gentle, soothing pressure.
He held himself still, kissing me tenderly, until my tension began to ease.
“That’s the only pain, love,” he said, smoothing my hair back from my face. “It will ease into pleasure.”
He pushed farther into me, and I felt my body resisting him. He was too much; my unyielding body could not accommodate him.
“Are you—” I started to whimper, then he pushed farther, and I gasped at the burn of it, at the hot stretching demand.
“Not quite, lass. About halfway.”
“Half?”
“Relax for me, Roses. ’Tis me, Wilkie. Your warrior. Let me in.”
He lifted slightly, taking my breast in his hand, plumping it to his mouth.
He lapped at my nipple with his tongue, circling around the tightening nub.
Then he bit me, so very gently, scraping the edges of his teeth against my skin, kissing, biting and nuzzling his face against me.
He did the same to my other breast, until I could feel my inner muscles relaxing, loosening around him, spanning his heavy invasion bit by bit.
He pushed farther, more strongly now, easing himself out, then back in, deeper, and deeper still.
“Almost there, love.” He leaned his body over mine more heavily. He kissed me with expert, careful bites and licks, pushing himself more aggressively into my body.
I struggled for breath and thrashed slightly, trying to free myself from the feeling I was being split open. I wasn’t certain I could take any more of him. “You’re too big, warrior,” I said, and there was desperation in my voice. “You won’t fit me.”
“I’ll fit you, lass. I’ll fit you perfectly.
” He pushed my legs even wider, adjusting himself, settling deeper with a forceful thrust. Wilkie’s soft-edged groan hummed with a note of satisfaction, of finality, and I knew he was fully inside me now.
It was uncomfortable, this extreme fullness of him deep inside my body, with the pain of his initial drive still lingering.
I wriggled and clasped my hands to his backside, trying to find the pleasure.
Tilting my hips back just slightly, I could ease the sensation of being too full, too possessed.
I eased forward and back, just barely, feeling my own moisture begin to soften the tightness.