Chapter 5
Chapter Five
T air kept kissing Lucy as he carried her over to a long, wide table.
In the process he collided with some of the floating spheres, which spun away to ricochet off the stone walls with oddly crystalline sounds like wine glasses made when tapped together after a toast. They burst inside with brighter lights as they spun away, sending beautifully colored gold and blue beams across the chamber.
In that moment Lucy didn’t care if they exploded, as long as Tair’s mouth was on hers.
This is the man I’ve wanted. Someone who doesn’t give a bloody damn who I am, only that I’m with him.
As he put her on her back on the table she pulled the laird down on top of her, spreading her legs to clasp him.
She kept kissing him as she fumbled with her clothes, and then gasped with startled pleasure as he vaulted up and straddled her, pressing the hard ridge of his erection against her throbbing sex.
Without a word he yanked up her t-shirt and bra with one hand, baring her breasts, and then climbed off the table while she unzipped her jeans and toed off her boots.
His big hands suddenly moved in fast motion.
Before she could blink three times she lay naked on the table, clad only in the firelight and the amber-blue glow from the spheres.
I must be going utterly loopy, Lucy thought. Why didn’t anyone tell me how wonderful it is to lose your sanity?
Tair’s gaze shifted over her, lingering on her full breasts and curvy hips as he tore off his tartan. Instead of climbing on top of her he took hold of her thighs and pulled her hips down to the edge of the table.
Yes, that’s it, let’s do this right now.
Her lips curved as she watched him unlace his trousers from the back and shove them down out of the way before he stepped between her legs.
He wanted her so much he wasn’t even taking the time to undress properly.
Her pussy had grown so wet he had to see it as he fisted his thick, heavy shaft and brought his cockhead to her folds.
The contact made her spine arch off the table, and her cheeks burned as she turned her face away.
“Let me see your eyes.” When she met his gaze he pressed in, his jaw tightening as he began to penetrate her, but then he stopped. “Tell me you’re no’ a maiden.”
“If you mean a virgin, no. I’ve done this before now. It’s just been some time since I have.” The thickness of his girth made her tremble as he plowed deeper into her. Could she really take him?
He bent down to brush his mouth over hers. “I shallnae harm you, Lucy.”
The unexpectedly tender sound of her name on his lips sent her perilously close to exploding with ecstasy. At the same time nerves had her all knotted up. She’d met this man yesterday. She never got naked with someone she didn’t know. What the bloody hell was she doing?
“I don’t know you,” she admitted. “I’ve never shagged anyone like you.”
“Give yourself to me, and I shall drown you in pleasure.” His long black hair brushed the sides of her face when he touched his brow to hers. “You’ve clenched me so tight I darenae move else I hurt you. Open to me and I shall give you what you need.”
He had a hard, dark face that seemed at odds with what he was saying, and those volcanic rock eyes gave away nothing of what he was thinking.
The flinty tone of his voice seemed almost cold.
Yet as Lucy looked at him, she realized how entirely in control he was—and how much he wanted her to trust him.
No man in his position would wait for her agreement, or even bother asking for it, but somehow he had that much self-discipline.
That made as much sense as coming here because of an enchanted wandering rag, but maybe she wasn’t supposed to understand this man and what he was doing to her.
Either way, she knew what she wanted.
Without another word Lucy pushed herself up, planting her hands on his shoulders and impaling herself on his stone-hard cock in one smooth motion.
The shock of taking all of him jolted through her, but there wasn’t any pain.
Tair let out a low sound of surprise and pleasure as he gripped her buttocks.
He drew out and then slid in deeper, filling her up so much that they didn’t have any room to spare.
She had never taken a man as large, long and heavy as him, and it thrilled her.
Then his cockhead nestled against the curve of her cervix, the shock of which excited her even more.
“You’re so far inside me now,” she murmured against his neck, shivering with exhilaration.
“Aye, ’tis what we desire,” Tair said, his deep voice almost crooning the words as he clamped his hands on her bottom and carried her to the oversize chair. He lifted her up as he dropped onto it, and then thrust into her pussy again. “I wished do thus when you first dropped in my arms.”
That illicit confession sent another, darker burst of sensation through her, and Lucy put her lips next to his ear. “Why didn’t you?”
Her teasing destroyed his self-control, as suddenly he was plunging in and out of her like some unholy machine set on maximum thrust. He filled his hands with her bouncing breasts, and watched her face as he massaged and squeezed them without an ounce of finesse or shyness.
No man had ever dared to touch her like this big, lusty beast, and she was going to come now, come screaming as he stroked her into a cataclysm of bliss.
“I’m terrified of this,” she said, gasping out the words. “Of you.”
Tair leaned in, his voice dropping so deep it resonated in her bones. “You should be, wench.”
His voice and the way he bit the lobe of her ear after that made her climax burst. It went off like detonations deep inside her belly, rumbling through her and then breaking her apart.
He’d shown her what sex should be, and that smashed her to pieces.
She writhed and gripped his shoulders and bit her bottom lip to keep from screaming.
“Aye, mine.” Somehow he got hold of her bottom lip, taking it from her teeth and licking and sucking it.
Lucy tasted a trace of blood, but she didn’t care what he did for the next week or two.
Pleasure enveloped her like a thousand enchanted silk shawls, utterly inescapable, and when he pulled her off his cock and whirled around with her, putting her on her hands and knees on the rug before the fireplace she shook like she had a fever.
More? Could she handle him, and what was he going to do to her now? Everything inside her answered with More.
The laird crouched over her, coming into her from behind as he slid his hands over her sides and rubbed his palms over her breasts.
He thrust into her as if he meant to punish her with his cock, and the lovely friction and glove-tight fit made her passion rise again.
At the same time the tender caressing of his fingers on her mounds made her want to cry.
He fucked her like a madman but touched her as if she were made of glass.
How could he be so barbaric and gentle all at once?
“I shall take you to my bedchamber, wench,” Tair said, grunting with every pump of his thick shaft into her wet softness.
“There I shall keep you for my pleasure each night.” He nuzzled her hair, breathing in deeply as if her scent intoxicated him.
“You must sleep away your days hereafter, mo bhana-bhuidseach òir .”
This is heaven, Lucy thought, shuddering as he thumbed her nipples and stroked in and out, faster and harder. “Just the nights? You might get lonely. Why don’t you lock me in with you during the days, so we can shag whenever we like?”
He laughed, a deep sound of masculine appreciation. “Och, you shall be the ending of me.”
She lifted herself and pressed back against his chest, sitting up and straddling his thighs as she curled an arm around his neck.
Working herself on him with slower, smoother movements drew out the sweetness for her and, from the way his muscles coiled, tormented him in turn.
Never had any lover from her past lit up her body like this, or handled her so roughly and yet so perfectly.
I’m really in trouble, aren’t I? Lucy would never have been intimate with a man she’d only known for a day. Her mother had warned her that giving into men would ruin her life. I don’t care if he does.
Tair wrapped his arms around her, supporting her as he painted her skin with his heat and sweat.
The moonlit lake scent of him grew darker and cooler and heavier, as if he was taking her outside during a ferocious storm.
When Tair grazed the curve of her shoulder with his mouth before biting the side of her neck, Lucy lost it entirely, impaling herself completely on his cock as her need shattered into overwhelming pleasure for a second time, and she all but came apart.
Finally. This is what I’ve always expected, and never got. He’s the one.
Somehow Tair turned her to face him, and watched her face as she shook.
Trying to absorb all the sensations fountaining inside her pushed Lucy into the sort of satiation she hadn’t even known existed.
He smiled fiercely before he thrust into the center of her pleasure and pumped his seed into her as she came again.
Her vision blurred, turning the flames from the hearth into a blue of orange, gold and red that matched everything exploding inside her.
Her body wanted to melt all over him, as if shagging him had somehow dissolved her bones.
Her hair hung wet against her scalp, saturated with her sweat and his, and the sizzling tremors that shook her from her nose to her toes.
“That I will never regret,” she murmured, exhausted.
The laird kissed the sweat from her brow. “Nor I.”