Chapter Twenty #2
Kade’s hands moved to my breasts, jerking aside the shredded covering of my gown and my cape, pushing the velvet fabric over my shoulders and letting it fall to the ground, baring my skin, which gleamed pale in the darkness.
I was naked before him. His hands cupped my breasts and he leaned down, his mouth seeking the tip, stroking with his tongue, drawing the tight nub into wet heat.
I almost wept as the firm, damp tugs sent jolts of pleasure to the low pit of my stomach, and lower still.
He moved to my other breast, heightening the need with his ferocious, lush intent.
I couldn’t get enough of him. I was pinned against the mossy rock wall, and my hips writhed forward, tilting against him, cradling his hardness with the soft, rhythmic pressure of my plea.
He felt the furtive invitation, and stood to take my mouth in another demanding kiss.
Biting, licking, tasting. And it wasn’t enough.
I reached up to weave my fingers through his wild hair, pulling him closer.
My breasts pressed against him, dragging sensually through the light pelt as his hands moved down my body, gripping me from behind, kneading into me.
I knew I’d wear the bruised marks of his lust tomorrow, and I was glad of it.
I had never been so wild with need, so desperate for something, anything.
I moaned into his mouth as his fingers touched me, parting damp flesh so sensitive I could only cry out as he delved deeper, stretching me deliciously.
His thumb found the delicately bundled nerves at my center, skating in a bold, fluid design, expertly coaxing the untamed pleasure.
I was almost lost to it. I could have let myself succumb to his lush caresses.
But I was determined to stave off my release until we were fully joined.
I reached beneath his kilt, gasping at the sheer size of him, rigid and immense.
Kade’s fingers slid from my body. He lifted me with shocking ease.
I gripped his flexed arms, astounded by the raw strength of him, which excited me beyond belief.
His power was primal and potent. I wanted him to use it on me.
I wanted him to possess me with it unconditionally.
My arms were wrapped around his neck and I was kissing his lips, slipping my tongue just between them.
I felt him. The broad head of his shaft was pushing into my snug entrance, forcing entry, and the stretching burn of his invasion was simply the most profound sensation I had ever endured.
I was so wet that his impossible thickness began to glide deeper despite my forbidding tightness, and I writhed at the unfamiliarly thrilling torment, which caused him to sigh with a spoken oath.
He tore through my innocence with one forceful drive, and the sharp burn burst instantly into a sumptuous, pain-flicked pleasure.
I knew this promise. He had imprinted my body with his compelling, stormy seduction.
I understood that behind the notes of pain was a higher, fiercer pleasure.
My body locked tightly around his hot, thrusting flesh, pulling him deeper.
“Stella, Stella,” he was murmuring, “So sweet, so soft. You feel too good, lass. I’ve wanted you for too long. I love you. I love you. Since that very first day. Oh, God, ’tis too much. I love you.”
He lowered my legs, holding my weight entirely but allowing my feet to lightly touch the ground, opening me to his erotic assault.
This big, hard warrior husband was all around me, holding me, devouring me, plunging deeply and repeatedly into the slippery, tight constriction of my body.
I gave myself over completely to his dominating demand.
The pain was shaded and low-lying, upholding the pleasure, intensifying it relentlessly.
I tried to hold it back, but the glow flared, rippling in a flowering surge, overwhelming me entirely.
I gave in to it, unable to control myself, riding the overflowing, rippling torrent of pleasure.
Kade’s grip on my hips tightened, and he bucked upward, sinking himself deep within me, groaning as he gave in to his own deluge.
My inner muscles clenched around him in welcoming pulls, calming gradually into a dreamy, lulling delirium.
We stood there for some time, both of us unwilling to disengage.
He held my head against his shoulder in a protective, shielding embrace.
Then he gently took my face between his hands and looked into my eyes.
Behind his stoic relief, I could read there wonder and unbound elation.
“I love you,” he whispered, and I repeated his words over and over, kissing him, until the kisses grew in intensity once again.
And my husband’s expansive presence deep within me had not abated.
Kade seemed adamant about keeping himself thoroughly wedged inside me, and the light softening that had taken place after his release now gave way to a joyful, skewering revival.
He lowered us to the ground, somehow maneuvering us so he lay on top of me.
And he was still firmly rooted inside me.
Now that the ecstasy had subsided, he felt larger even than he had before.
His body seemed to vibrate with a warm, febrile animation that lurked just under the surface of his skin.
He kept himself still, touching his lips to my face in nibbling caresses. He pushed back the unruly strands of my hair, watching my half-closed eyes. Then he began to move again, just barely, with a subtle grind of his hips. “You’re going to burn again for me and with me, wife,” he said softly.
I was limp and fully, massively impaled.
My hair was damp at the roots, my skin flushed.
I shook my head back and forth. I couldn’t find that level of pleasure again; I felt utterly shattered, beatifically used.
I didn’t think I could survive another round of such intensity, let alone aspire to it.
“Nay. I can’t,” I told him, squirming against the fullness within me. I felt entirely occupied by him.
His body began to move more insistently within me. Controlled, coaxing thrusts. “Aye, you can. And you will.” His movement gained momentum, spearing me with thick, persuasive heat.
Kade held my jaw in his large, warm hand, forcing me to look him in the eye.
“Wrap your legs around me, lass.” Almost too spent to find the energy, I obeyed him nonetheless.
The edges of dawn were upon us, and his eyes were too blue, his face too severe in its beauty; the sight of him in all his turbulent glory caused a tightening in my chest that almost felt like faith.
“You,” he whispered, looking deep into my eyes, “are the most exquisite creature that ever walked this earth. Now kiss me. Open again to me, your husband. You are mine, and I am yours. We are bound, irrevocably.”
It was he who kissed me, with astounding adoration amid the passion; the kiss was hungry and sweet, transformative in its urgent, connective desire.
I kissed him back, opening to him in every way it was possible to do.
My arms and legs were wrapped around him, holding him as close as he could be.
His obsession was so complete, so extreme, that I felt as though the entire center of me was only him, as though I were merely a shell and all that was in me, from my pleasured, wanting flesh to my heavy-beating heart, was him, and his.
The wave began as a low, gentle current, stoked by his tempo, fed by his thick, silky depth.
My hands were in his hair, my tongue playing his tongue, drawing him deeper into me.
The pleasure was molten and otherworldly.
I was consumed, my body lit with seductive, all-encompassing rapture.
I cried out into his mouth as he plunged into me, my body answering his, clamping hotly around his deeply insinuated flesh, drawing out another astounding, ecstatic deliverance.
His groan was a savage, animal sound, as though all his agonies were being released.
He shuddered from the force of his own upheaval, his shaft pulsing vibrantly inside me, flooding me with life-giving warmth as the tears wet my cheeks.
’Twas done, I realized. This marriage was, at last, sealed.
* * *
IN THE LIGHT of an amber-hued morning, Kade held me close to him for a time as the sun rose upon green hills swathed in heather blooming purple and pink.
The bright sky was precisely the same color as my husband’s eyes.
“I’m going to take such good care of you,” he whispered to me.
“I’m never going to let you go.” He led me down to the loch, where we swam together.
The coolness of the water felt delicious against my sore, swollen flesh.
He came to me, washing me with the enchanting, careful brush of his hands.
His caresses continued, cleaning me, touching me with meticulous care.
Such care, in fact, that the coolness warmed and the luscious rhythm spread.
Warm fingers entered me, enticing the charmed heat, and I came again, in long, luxurious, abounding shivers that were teased and extended for endless, entranced moments.
We dried ourselves in the sun and dressed as best we could with the ripped and soiled clothing we carried.
Our fortune had taken a turn for the better, it seemed.
The keep, as we walked back to it, was overrun.
Not with Campbells; they had either fled or were likely being held captive.
These visitors were many, huge, and clad head to toe in the now-familiar green and blue tartan that caused my husband to smile widely and sweep me into his arms.
The Mackenzies had arrived.