Chapter Seven #2
She was equally unhappy with his shirt, her fingers pulling on it as they searched for the skin she’d only glimpsed.
He broke their kiss, trailing his lips across her cheek and along her jaw.
Sweet delight flowed along with her racing blood and she arched her back to be closer to him.
He kissed her neck, softly, tenderly, once and then twice.
He cupped her nape, holding it still as he applied his teeth to the delicate skin.
A mutter of pleasure left her mouth as she pulled on his shirt.
The wide shoulders her eyes had admired felt so good in her grasp.
His legs were bare, his knee-high boots missing.
With her wearing only the chemise, their legs slid against one another, heightening her enjoyment.
His hands left her to press down on the bed beside her head.
He raised his face to watch her. Their lower bodies connected, the presence of his hard cock solid against her belly.
She shuddered, need raking its claws across her. Hidden between her thighs, her sex was hot and needy. The glow from the dying fire cast a ruby hue across her lover, bathing them in more heat.
“I like the way we talk without words quite a bit.”
His voice was husky but also demanding. He sat back on his haunches, pulling his hands across her belly and over her thighs until he reached the bottom of her chemise. He watched her face as he pressed his hands onto her bare skin.
“Do ye feel that, lass? The passion is alive between us.”
He moved up her body, pushing the fabric slowly upwards.
She didn’t care that it bared her to his stare; her skin was begging to be free.
She had never longed to be naked but it took root in her soul as an absolute necessity.
His hand smoothed over her hips, removing the barrier of her clothing.
Higher still until her belly was clearly in sight.
One thick leg pressed down on the bed between her thighs while he worked the chemise over her breasts.
“Ye’re lovely indeed, lass. A vision.”
She didn’t get to see his expression because he was pulling the garment over her head and up her arms. But she heard the satisfaction in his tone.
“And ye would have sent me to a lonely bed.” His gaze roamed down her length, hunger tightening his jaw until a muscle twitched along one side. “I think not.”
He ripped his shirt up and over his head, baring his chest in one swift motion.
A hard jerk on his belt and he threw it behind him.
The folds of his kilt fell away from his lean waist, now that the belt was no longer holding it.
He lowered his weight back onto her before the fabric revealed the cock she’d felt pressing against her.
“I think that I shall have ye.”
He cupped her breasts, drawing a whimper from her as pleasure spiked through her. His thumbs brushed across her nipples, surprising her with how much she liked being touched.
“And I think that ye will enjoy being taken.”
His mouth sealed out any further comments.
A hard kiss taking command while his tongue thrust deeply.
It was an invasion, a breaching of her defenses.
Yet one she did not protest. Pleasure rose up from every point of contact.
She was swept along by the powerful current, willing and eager to discover how much more delight there might be.
She toyed with his tongue, teasing it with the tip of her own.
Her hands sought out his shoulders, gliding along the sculpted ridges.
“That’s it, lass, touch me.”
His shoulders shook as she ran her hands along the hard ridges.
His chest was coated in crisp hair that felt very male to her.
He pressed a kiss against her neck as his hands gripped each soft breast. She’d never once noticed how sensitive the globes were.
His hands sent sensations through her. They flowed down her body to her sex.
But her nipples begged for him to keep his promise to taste them.
He worked his way lower, kissing her neck and along her collarbones.
His hands gently kneaded each mound as his mouth arrived over one.
Her eyes grew round as her breath caught in her throat.
Anticipation drew her as tight as a bow, her gaze fastened on his head.
“I’ve been wanting to discover what yer nipples taste like for too long.”
“We only met two days ago.”
His lips thinned with hunger as his thumb brushed across the tip of one hard nipple. “Aye, as I said—too long.”
His hair hung down on either side of his head, brushing the side of her breast. A harsh gasp escaped her lips when he opened his mouth and closed the remaining distance.
It was almost too hot. Sucking her nipple deep inside his mouth, the heat singeing the delicate skin.
Her fingers made their way into his hair.
She simply could not resist the urge to hold him in place.
The sweetest pleasure filled her, covering her like warm sunshine.
He chuckled softly when she whimpered. It was a sound she’d never heard from herself. So needy, so hungry.
He raised his head and she moaned at the loss. He stared into her eyes, studying her for a long moment.
“Wife.”
There was heavy possession in his voice. That single word more of a battle cry than anything the church sanctioned.
He released her breasts, sliding his fingers down and across her belly. The muscles quivered as he pressed her thighs wider, spreading her sex open. One large male hand hesitated for only a moment on the top of her mons before slipping into her sex.
“Brodick.”
She sounded breathless but wasn’t sure if it was from shock or excitement. Never once had she considered being touched between her thighs.
“I told ye that we Scots are practiced in the art of warming up our women. Believe me, ye aren’t nearly warm enough to my way of thinking.”
He stroked her sex, straight down the center with one finger. The little nub hidden at the top sent a jolt of pleasure into her belly when he touched it. A whimper rose from her as he lingered for a long moment on that spot, stroking it with a firm touch.
“Exactly the right spot to start a fire.”
Her hips lifted towards his touch without her even thinking about it.
She simply responded to the pleasure. Her nipples twisted tighter as she found it impossible to remain still.
Her body twitched and pressed up towards his, seeking more.
Fluid coated his fingers, making the skin wet.
His fingers moved easily through the folds of her sex, toying with her clitoris.
Need consumed her. She reached for him, clawing at his shoulders, her hips bucking towards his hand. Pleasure tightened under his finger, twisting harder until she cried out for relief from it.
“Brodick…” She didn’t recognize her own voice. It was strained and husky. Completely uncharacteristic for her.
But he withdrew his hand and she hit him, her hand smacking his skin. He laughed at her and thrust one thick finger deep into her body. Pleasure ripped up from the penetration, her bottom tilting to take him deeper.
“Do you like that, lass?”
“Yes.” It went far beyond wanting, she craved him inside her.
He sent a second finger into her sheath, working them in and out of her body. His knee rose to push her thighs up giving him more access to her sex.
“Then ye shall have me.”
He withdrew his fingers, spreading her thighs wider with his hips.
A rustle of fabric filtered up to her ears before she felt the first touch of his cock against her opening.
He gripped her hips, shaking as he nudged his way into her.
Just a mere inch at first and her body strained towards him, every muscle taut with need.
He kept her still, refusing to fill her further. His teeth were clenched as he withdrew. “Ye’re too tight.”
“I don’t care.” Her hands slapped against his shoulder again, the craving to move overwhelming. She could not contain it all inside her body, else she’d go insane.
“You started this inside me, so finish it.”
He thrust forward but slowly. The muscle on the side of his jaw began to tic as his cock slid deeper inside her.
Her sheath was too tight, protesting the invasion, but her hips lifted, welcoming more of his length.
She dug her hands into the warm skin above her, gasping as her body adjusted.
She wasn’t sure if it was pain or not. Only that having him inside her quelled the raging need.
She wanted him to thrust deep. Her body ached as he slid deeper but it also felt good to be full.
A moan left her mouth as she arched towards him.
“That’s it, lass, take me.”
His voice was rough and demanding but it suited her mood.
He lowered his body until he was pressed against her, his hands grasping the sides of her head.
The crisp hair on his chest rubbed against her hard nipples as he caught his weight on his forearms, bracing above her shoulders.
He gripped her hair, holding her head in place as his mouth captured hers in a hard kiss.
His body moved at the same time, his back flexing.
His cock left her only to thrust solidly back into her.
This time her body burned as he filled her completely, pushing his entire length into her.
She bucked away from the pain. It was dull and burning.
But his weight held her still, his cock fully lodged inside her sheath.
Her fingers had curled into talons on his shoulders as she gasped, staring up into the canopy above her.
Her lungs hurt because she forgot to breathe.
Sucking in a deep breath, she felt the pain settle into an ache that didn’t truly hurt overly much.