Magick in the Mist #7
His gaze softened and he sat beside her, the feather-stuffed mattress dipping under his weight. He took her hand in his, stroking her knuckles with his thumb. “Are you nervous?”
She shook her head. “Nay.”
“That’s good to hear,” he said, kissing her hand before he released it. He bent over and removed his boots. When his hand went to his trews, Isobel quickly leaned over and blew out the candle.
Ewan’s deep laugh filled their chambers. “I thought you said you were no’ nervous?”
“Mayhap a wee bit,” she admitted, scooting over when he climbed in beside her.
“Next time doona blow the candle out, angel. I want to see your beautiful body,” he said as he drew her sheer nightgown over her head.
His low growl of appreciation drew an aroused shiver from her and he folded her into his powerful embrace.
She snuggled against him, his long, hard length jerking against her belly.
He nudged her face from his chest with his chin.
“I hope you were no’ plannin’ on goin’ to sleep just yet,” he said, his strong white teeth flashing in the darkened room.
“Nay,” she said a little breathlessly.
“Good,” he murmured against her lips before he claimed her mouth in a demanding kiss.
She wrapped her arms around his neck, bringing them closer still.
He angled his head, slanting his lips over hers, deepening the kiss.
His calloused palms smoothed over her back to her bottom and he pressed her tight against him, rocking his hips.
Isobel moaned at the heated sensation building between her thighs.
Ewan took advantage and swept his tongue past her parted lips to delve deep inside her mouth.
Tentatively, she touched her tongue to his and he groaned, kneading her bottom.
His exploring tongue grew more insistent and his manhood swelled, growing harder and longer.
Her eyes rounded, intimidated by his size.
As though he sensed her dismay, he broke the kiss and held her away from him to look down at her. His eyes glinted with amusement. “Doona worry, you’ll no’ have pain this time, only pleasure.”
“I suppose ’tis a good thing I canna remember the first time,” she said as she trailed her fingers through the crisp hairs on his chest, fascinated by his feel of his hard muscles flexing beneath her palm.
He brushed his knuckles over her cheek. “Aye, mayhap ’tis. I wouldna wish to cause you pain, Isobel.” He gently nudged her to her back.
She frowned. “Are you sure it will … fit?”
He choked on a laugh. “Aye, verra sure, my bonny wife.” Watching her, he slid his palm over her belly to the damp curls covering her mound.
“Your skin is soft, so smooth,” he murmured.
His warm breath caressed her cheek as he skimmed his hand over her inner thighs, nudging her legs apart.
She inhaled sharply as he touched her slick folds, spreading her wide.
“So hot, so wet,” he said as his thick finger probed her inner passage.
She gasped, wreathing against his hand. His lips burned a heated path down her neck to her chest. His tongue rasped then laved her breasts before he drew her straining nipple into the heat of his mouth.
The hard suction of his lips caused her belly to clench in response and she moaned, growing frantic with desire.
She clutched the bedcovers, arching her back to press her breast to his demanding mouth.
“Ewan, please,” she cried out, not sure what she wanted him to do but needing him to do something.
It was as though she was caught in a whirlpool of sensation that only he could release.
“Christ, Isobel, I was a fool no’ to come to you sooner.”
“Aye, aye you were,” she groaned.
His laugh came out a harsh rasp. “I should make you suffer for that but I ken I canna last much longer.”
“I am sufferin’, Ewan. Please,’’ she begged, “do somethin’.”
He kissed her and she could feel him smile against her lips.
His tongue delved inside her mouth as his powerful fingers probed inside her moist heat.
She closed her lips over his tongue and sucked him deep.
He groaned, thrusting his hot, hard erection against her thigh, mimicking the movement of his fingers inside her with his tongue.
He eased his fingers from her and, without breaking their kiss, pulled his body over her, holding his weight above her with his hands.
She wrapped her fingers around the rippling muscles in his arms. The thick head of his manhood nudged her opening and she stiffened.
He broke the kiss. “Easy, love,” he said and slid his hand between them.
He stroked her tight nub with practiced fingers, driving her over the edge.
She bucked against him and then he thrust inside her.
Isobel cried out. Her nails dug into his arms and he froze above her, his shocked gaze jerking to hers.
She bit her lip and blinked hard to keep the tears from flooding her eyes.
Ewan cursed and carefully eased from her body. His breathing ragged, he rolled to his back and placed his forearm over his eyes.
“I’m sorry. I didna think it was supposed to hurt. You said …”
He lifted his arm from his face and got up from the bed, his movements awkward as he pulled on his trews. “You have nothin’ to apologise for, Isobel. It hurt because you were still innocent.”
She wiped her eyes. “I doona understand, I thought—”
“Aye, we both did because that’s what he wanted us to think. I’m goin’ to kill the meddlin’ old bastard.” Ewan flung open the door and slammed out of the room.
Isobel scrambled off the bed and grabbed her nightshift, afraid this time Ewan truly meant to kill Roderick.
She didn’t think she’d ever seen him so angry.
As she tugged the chemise over her hips, she heard Ewan yelling at his grandda.
“Admit it, you set it up to stop me from gainin’ the annulment I wanted. You knew …”
The last of Ewan’s condemning words faded as Isobel darted out of the room and ran down the corridor in the opposite direction.
She didn’t know where she was going only that she had to get away from him.
As soon as he discovered she was still innocent, he’d realized what his grandda had done and he’d been furious – furious at the deception that had stolen his chance to be rid of her.
She’d been a fool to think he’d come to love her.
He’d simply decided to make the best of a situation he couldn’t change.