Chapter 11
Kirsten’s body was flooded by desire and a deep need to be close to him, to feel the sensations that had invaded her mind and body during their wedding night.
They had been intoxicating, and over the past few days, she hadn’t been able to stop thinking about them.
Now that she was with him again, she wanted to feel the things only he could make her feel, to open herself up to him and let him explore the most intimate parts of her.
Marcas kissed back. For all his distance and brutal bluntness, she could feel the inherent desire in his lips and the way his body yielded to her. She felt the bristling arousal that swept around him, and she loved the harsh bursts of breath that rolled out of his lips.
Marcas grabbed her arm and went to pull her out of the stable, towards the house, but Kirsten resisted. She pulled him back, and he arched his eyebrow with curiosity. In the background they could hear the stablemen at work.
“Dinnae ye want tae gae somewhere private?” he asked.
“I cannae wait any longer. Surely there must be somewhere we can be alone here?” she asked. Marcas thought for a moment and then led her to an empty alcove. It was dark and dim, with a pile of hay covering the floor. They were cast in shadows. It was a dark place for dark deeds.
Kirsten found herself pressed against the wall.
Marcas kissed her all over, and his hands were everywhere, ardent and helpless in their delight.
She arched her neck back, offering him the hollow of her throat.
A guttural laugh burst out of her and a tingling sensation spread over her body, as though she was on fire.
His strength was such that she could bring her legs up and wrap them around his waist, and she was held in place by the pressure of his body.
Kirsten ran her hands down his broad back, feeling the powerful muscles.
She breathed in the intense masculine smell that burned the air and let the pleasure flow within her.
His lips scorched her as they moved down her neck, reaching her collarbone.
His hand squeezed her breast; Kirsten groaned as a swell of pleasure ached inside her, yearning to be free.
She dragged her nails across the back of his head and lost herself to the rhythm of his heavy breathing.
“I need ye,” she gasped.
Marcas backed away and glanced down at the pile of soft hay.
He took her hand and seemed ready to throw her down, but she shook her head.
Cupping his head in her hands, she kissed him deeply and pushed him back, letting him fall into the hay.
Once he was down, she tore open his shirt, revealing his glistening, manly chest. It was slick with aroused sweat, and her hunger burned for him.
Her eyes drifted down his body, and she saw the hard bulge that was meant only for her.
She lowered herself down and pulled down his pants, exposing the lower half of his body.
His manhood was long and hard and thick, as strong as the man himself. Her thighs burned with desire.
“Ye know,” she said in a soft whisper, “riding was harder than I thought. Holding on with my thighs…ye didnae tell me they would ache sae much.”
Marcas grinned and sat up. He reached up to her thighs, his manly hands spreading across her shapely legs.
He began to massage them, and under the strength of his touch, Kirsten melted.
His rough hands moved across her smooth skin as he pressed his lips against her body, brushing them across her thighs and waist, getting ever closer to the forbidden part of her body.
As he touched and kissed her all over, pulling up her dress, she groaned with sweet anguish.
A sharp gasp burst from her as he kissed her in her most intimate area.
She trembled and a light, delirious haze formed in her mind, as though lightning crackled in a distant storm.
Marcas pulled her down. She fell in a heap upon him, and they kissed fervently.
His hands rested on the small of her back, roaming underneath her dress.
Their kisses were frantic. In the back of her mind, she knew they could be caught at any moment.
All it would take was one curious stableboy to come and investigate the strange fervent moans that peppered the air, and they would be discovered, but somehow this added an extra thrilling edge to the sensations.
Kirsten loved feeling Marcas’s manhood pressing against her.
She reached down and took him in her hands, enjoying the heat and passion held within.
Her eyes grew heavy as she adjusted her body, shifting so she could be one with him.
She slowly lowered herself down, her body still getting used to him, her mind trying to brace herself against the careening sensations.
She gasped deeply as she settled on him, feeling him reach deep inside her.
Her body opened like a blossoming flower for him, and she closed her eyes, feeling the lustful penetration.
She rocked back and forth on his body, while he clasped her waist and groaned.
She looked down and through the cracks of her eyelids and gazed at his muscular chest, so taut and strong.
She leaned forward slightly and rested her palms against his body, letting her fingers slide between his thick chest hair.
He was a man in every inch and in every way, and he made her feel like a woman.
His strong body lay underneath hers. She was the one in control of her body and her pleasure.
He bucked, and she smirked as she thought of him as a wild horse.
She controlled his movements even when he wanted to take control.
She made sure to keep him pinned down even when he wanted to roll over and throw her onto her back.
She was going to ride him until she broke him, until he realized that she could be his equal in life as well as in the bedroom.
Their eyes met in an intense gaze as they made love on the soft hay. She let her body be pounded by his hardness. Arousal prickled her skin, and it felt as though boiling water was being poured over her, such was the heat that captured her in a frenzy and made her insides throb.
The sensations were so powerful that all the strength in her body was drained, and she fell upon him, melting over him like honey poured over bread.
She nestled against him and his strong arms wrapped around her tightly.
Ecstasy filled her mind and flowed through her body, making every inch of her tremble and her toes curl.
She could feel his shuddering frame underneath; it was as though the entire world was shaking.
She pressed her lips to his as they reached climax together.
She was a little surprised that the stable hadn’t caught on fire as a result of their passion.
They stayed in each other’s arms for a little while as they gathered their breath.
She felt safe and comfortable, but the longer they stayed there, the more they became aware of the ambient noise elsewhere in the stable.
It was only a matter of time before they were discovered.
While they had been in the throes of passion, Kirsten hadn’t cared at all about being discovered, but now that some semblance of sanity had returned to her mind, she knew it was unbecoming of the lady and laird to be caught in such a compromising position.
After all, certain standards had to be set.
Kirsten staggered to her feet and adjusted her clothes, while Marcas got dressed. They shared sly smiles with each other.
“This marriage is getting better all the time,” he said.
Kirsten smiled broadly and couldn’t believe that he had said something like that. It made her feel as though she was making genuine progress and that he was feeling similar things in his heart as she felt in hers.
After they had straightened themselves out, they returned to the castle.
Kirsten blushed a little as she glanced at the other people near the stable, wondering if they had heard anything of what had transpired between her and her husband.
If they had, they didn’t show any sign of it, and she welcomed their discretion.
Kirsten walked beside him and gazed up at him with admiration.
He had shown her a different side of himself today, and she was grateful for it.
She was positive there was a good man in him and that this temper of his must be an aberration that could be done away with.
She was enchanted by the way he made her feel, and her body responded to him in such a way that she could not doubt her instincts.
It truly seemed as though things were going to change for the better, and she looked forward to peeling away the layers of his hesitation.
When they were in the kitchen, Marcas poured them both a drink of water.
She gulped it down, for she had worked up a thirst what with riding the horse and then with Marcas.
She had taught him much, and he might well have given her the key to unlocking his affection without even knowing it.
He was a mighty stallion that liked to push and test limits, but she had proven herself able to handle him.
“I’m gaeing tae check on the men before bed and make sure they’ve been practicing what I ordered them tae dae. I’d also better make sure that they werenae scared at seeing ye and Skye bearing down on them,” he chuckled. “And then I’ll gae for a walk with Max.”
Kirsten couldn’t deny that she was a little disappointed that he would seek to be away from her company so soon after they had been intimate.
She was tempted to ask him if she could join him on his late-night walk along the moor, but she got the sense it was a deeply personal thing, and she needed to be invited by him, rather than insisting that she go along.
But unlike other times when he announced his plans, this time he kissed her.
He placed a hand on the small of her back, and she rolled forward on her tiptoes as she reached his tall frame.
The kiss was long and lingering, and when it was over, she landed on her heels, wearing a wide smile.
Marcas strode out of the kitchen, leaving her in a state of bliss.