Chapter Fourteen #4
His voice was cold and extremely direct.
“You’re a friend of mine, Fyfe, a longstanding member of this clan and of great value to your clansmen.
I don’t blame you for wanting to walk with her and speak to her.
But if you ever so much as touch this lass again, I’ll see to you with my own bare hands.
And I have little restraint when it comes to Roses. Do I make myself clear enough?”
Fyfe was flustered. “Aye, Wilkie. Aye.”
“Good,” said Wilkie. He slung his massive arm around my shoulders and held me against his body as he led me, at a decisive pace, away. Over his shoulder, he dismissed Fergus.
He wasn’t breathing well. We walked for some time before he spoke, and by the time he did, we were far from the orchard, in a thicker glade of trees, alone.
He released me and stood to face me.
“If I’m to live with you and your clan,” I began, hoping I was addressing the issue at hand: his jealousy and not anger over my earlier outburst at the ladies’ table. “I will need to speak to some of them upon occasion.”
He shocked me by falling to his knees before me.
I dropped to my knees beside him, taking his bloodied fist in my hands. I kissed his bruised, cut skin.
“’Tis too much,” he said.
“What’s too much?”
“My love for you. I can’t survive it.”
He looked so big, so strong, yet so defeated, kneeling there in front of me. I wanted only to comfort him, to soothe his angst. I touched my mouth to his lips. “If I can survive it, warrior, you can. Feel me here, with you. Feel my mouth on you. Taste my love for you. I’m here. Let me heal you.”
I sucked on his upper lip, touching my tongue to his tongue. He was unfastening his trews as I kissed him. “Roses?” he whispered, so softly I could barely hear him.
“Aye.”
He was laying me back on the ground, his seeking hands pushing my dress up to my waist. “I need you now, here, on this earth. My earth. I am wild for you. I can think of nothing else.”
“I’m yours, warrior. You know I’m yours.”
“Mine.”
“Only yours.”
His strength was aggressive as he pushed my knees up, so my legs were bent, and I was revealed to him fully.
He licked his tongue deep into my body. I thought briefly of our location, out-of-doors, where we could be seen if someone happened to walk by.
But the thought faded as Wilkie’s mouth did miraculous things to my receiving flesh, causing me to swell and moisten and throb with need for all he had to give.
The stubble of his face scratched against my sensitive folds, and his hair brushed against the soft skin of my inner thighs.
I could feel the wave begin, deep within me, being drawn from my body by the unrelenting ministrations of his mouth.
Then his touch was gone, but before I could protest, I felt the weight of him on me and the forceful assault of his heavy shaft plunge deeply into me.
I ached for him, and he had wet me with his artful marauding, but still my newly tried flesh resisted him, so his repeating thrusts became more powerful, assertive in their demand.
His first drives sparked pain, the soreness lingering from the night before.
But the pain, as his thickness sunk deeper and farther, gave way to a thrilling adjustment.
The friction of his forward, insistent momentum rubbed at the most intimate pleasures he had begun with his mouth.
These pleasures grew, blooming in a tidal flush that rose and rose inexorably, forced higher by the aggression of Wilkie’s need.
Then, in a long gasping moment, the pleasure peaked, erupting through my body in an explosive, all-encompassing rush.
I heard myself cry out from the force of my release.
The cascading spasms were simply too much.
Too intense in their potency. Excruciating in the sheer height of the ecstasy they enforced.
My inner muscles clenched strongly around him, milking at the length of him until I could feel the violent beat of his own release and the warmth of his seed pulsing rhythmically into my body.
He pressed his savage groan into my neck.
We lay still for many moments, our bodies still clasping intimately, locked in a secret, fluttering dance. Our gazes met in a soul-touching link.
“I’ll never have enough of you,” he whispered. “Not in this lifetime. Not in a thousand lifetimes. I love you, Roses. I love you with a ferocity that threatens my very sanity.”
I pulled him closer, whispering love words into his ear. I loved him. I loved him. He was my beautiful savior. He was my heart and my life.
I kissed Wilkie’s hair and smoothed it with my fingers. I never wanted this closeness to end. I wanted to hold him inside me, bound to him in flesh and spirit, until the end of time.
The haze of my rapture began to lift, and I noticed again our surroundings. “I hope no one has seen us.”
“If someone has, it’ll give them plenty to discuss.” He eased himself from my body and helped me sit up, adjusting my dress and fastening his own clothing. Then he stood and held his hand out to me. “I believe it’s time to announce our engagement.”