Chapter 12 #3
“Our wedding is in mere hours,” she murmured. She couldn’t believe she was saying that, trying to persuade him to have his way with her. Kira wanted him, though. Her body had never ached in such an intimate way so profoundly, and they felt closer emotionally than they had been… ever.
“That it is,” he chuckled darkly. His fingertips reached her hipbone and brushed against its outline, sending hot prickles of need deeper into her body. He leaned down so that his mouth was against the shell of her ear. “Worry nae, half the fun is in waiting, knowing it is near.”
Another shiver traveled through her, knowing immediately what he meant. His avoidance of her questions, the previous times he kissed her, the portrait that hung on his wall… Part of him might hate her, but there was a large part that had never quite let her go either.
His touch was on her center and she gasped. As he traced her folds leisurely, he purred into her ear, “It seems ye are already aware of that fact, though.”
Her face heated in understanding, feeling the slick arousal between her thighs.
Feeling emboldened by knowing he wanted her just the same, she bucked her hips toward his.
His weight shifted so that he was on his knees and the hand that had been bracing his weight was now holding her hip to the sofa.
His eyes hungrily took her in, her shoulders and legs exposed. “I cannae wait to see all of ye,” he murmured.
It was titillating to hear his desire for her and how he was willing to wait for them to be officially married. Part of her longed to even call it romantic, but even after all that had been said, she was afraid of getting ahead of herself.
As soon as Hunter lay over her again, he flicked a thumb over the sensitive bud of her sex, earning a whimper. He rubbed her gently for a while before she felt his middle finger slide down to her heat.
“Tell me if ye need me to slow down or stop,” he whispered as he kissed her.
Stop wasn’t anywhere near the forefront of her mind.
Kira kissed him back and surrendered herself to him.
His touch was cautious and intentional, every movement skilled and patient as he inserted a finger inside her, kissing her and rubbing at her pearl as she adjusted to the feeling.
It was only when he had two fingers pressed inside of her that he finally moved to a rhythm all his own.
Her knees hitched to his hips and flexed into his movements, urging him to do more.
“God, Kira,” he murmured against her lips. “Ye’re making it difficult for me to remain a man of my word.”
A little giggle escaped her and she could feel the corners of his mouth pull up into a smile.
He buried his face in her shoulder as his hand moved relentlessly, rocking in and out of her slick center with precision and strength.
Pressure began to build in the pit of her stomach and the giggle in her throat morphed into another moan.
He bit at her chest through the fabric and she wanted to beg him to take her, that she didn’t care about being virtuous so long as it was him that she was sinning with.
But pleasure stole her ability to speak, the pressure mounting high enough that her body was tensing up.
“Good lass,” he purred. “Let me feel ye break for me.”
Her arms snaked around him, her nails digging into the skin of his bare back.
Hunter covered her neck with kisses, his hand moving at a steady pace between her legs.
And she felt it, her pleasure summiting its peak.
The feeling was electrifying, addictive, and she never wanted it to end.
Her body writhed under his touch as the ecstasy came in waves that eventually turned to ripples and left her body tingling and aching for more.
Kira hadn’t even caught her breath before she was swept up in Hunter’s arms. “Wait, no, yer shoulder,” she gasped.
“I’m fine, I promise ye,” he chuckled.
At the sight of that smile of his, one she hadn’t seen in so long, all fight left her.
She let him carry her to his bed and lay her down, though as soon as he lay next to her, she checked his bandages to make sure he truly was fine.
Then, silence came over them. It wasn’t awkward nor was it the violent kind of silence the pair seemed well acquainted with when together.
It was comfortable in a way that made Kira’s body finally relax—maybe for the first time in her life.
With her head on his broad, muscular chest, she could hear his heartbeat. It was fast and uneven, and it brought a smile to her face. She listened to it as though she could memorize its rhythm and before long, she could feel herself falling asleep.
“I should head to my chambers,” she murmured. “The servants will be arriving early to prepare me for the ceremony.”
“They will find ye just as easily here,” he answered, his own voice distant and slow. “Just rest, Kira.”
“Aye, M’Laird.”
She savored the moment as her body grew heavier and heavier, hoping that the lightness between them would last and the brush that would paint the picture of their marriage wouldn’t be harsh and heavy-handed but airy and bright like the feeling in her chest.
Before Kira knew it, she was in a sound, deep sleep.