Chapter Eleven Patching Him Up #2
Alice was whimpering and panting for him.
Her hips bucked without her say-so, her body screaming for more.
Her eyes were glossy from tears of pleasure she wouldn’t yet let fall.
Evander experimented, seeing which movements made her whimper most. Faster.
Slower. Harder. Softer. As he moved his thumb harder and faster, he found she cried out as he pressed harder but moved his finger slower.
He slid another finger inside her, making her back arch off the wood and a scream of pleasure tear from her throat.
Alice whimpered and gasped, blinking away the tears.
He kissed her cheeks, taking away the salty liquid.
She kept creeping closer to the edge, but just when he thought she was going to finish, he felt her tense, pulling herself back again. He looked into her eyes.
“Ye dinnae have tae hold back,” Evander panted.
“But,” she whimpered.
“Nae,” he said, breathless. “Let go for me.”
He kissed her again, his fingers moving harder, his thumb pressing firmer. She cried out as she fell over the edge. All at once she was breathless, dizzy, and warm. She clung to him hard, kissing him desperately.
“Good lass,” he said against her lips before carrying her over to the bed.
He began by helping undo the arisaid, pulling the fabric away from her pale skin. Alice shivered slightly in the cold. Evander noticed, his eyes softening.
“Ye willnae be cold fer long,” he promised gently.
Alice nodded, her cheeks flushed. Reaching up, he started to undo the braids in her hair, until her blonde hair fell around her.
His fingers fumbled slightly with her undergarments, and Alice reached to help him, their fingers brushing as they worked together.
Finally, she was bare on the bed for him.
His eyes roamed over her lithe form. Alice had never felt more vulnerable before, but she was not afraid.
She had always thought she would be. Evander began working on the last of his clothes, slowly pulling them off.
Alice watched him carefully. Her eyes traced the lines of his muscles, her eyes lingering on another silvering scar on his hip.
Her eyes were then drawn inward, to where his manhood lay.
Her mouth felt dry. Evander knelt before her, gently pulling her thighs apart.
He started kissing around her stomach, down her hips, and to where he aimed to be.
She gasped as she felt his mouth and tongue against her.
His large hands kept around her thighs, not hard enough to stop her moving, but firm enough to keep her in the moment.
When she was rocking on the edge of the bed, he slowly pulled back, breathless.
She bit her bottom lip. She had never seen him looking at anything so adoringly.
Evander rose, helping her settle against the pillows. He settled between her thighs and kissed her neck gently. She whimpered, wrapping her arms around him as his manhood settled against her.
“I will be gentle,” he promised. She nodded, her hand tangling into his hair.
He groaned, the feeling sending shivers down his back.
Slowly, he pushed in, his manhood stretching her.
Alice was still slick, her core still clenching desperately.
Evander had never had someone so desperate for him before.
She gasped, her back arching into him. He grunted, resisting the urge to be hard and rough.
That would not do. She needed him to be gentle, loving, all the things he had not had to be in bed before.
He paused, letting her get used to the sensations flooding her, before pushing in a little more.
Alice whimpered again, her eyes screwed tight. He noticed and kissed her lips gently.
“Ye’re alright, I am here, willnae hurt ye,” he whispered.
“I know,” she gasped.
“Does it hurt?” he asked softly against her lips.
“No,” she shook her head. “Not pain. Pressure, I—” she whimpered. “Slower, please.”
“I will go slower,” he murmured. He did not move, kissing her forehead, her cheeks, her lips. Alice caught her breath, wrapping her arms around him. His warmth and his touch let her relax. Soon, the pressure was not as overwhelming as it had been. He could feel her relaxing underneath him.
“May I?” he whispered. She nodded. He kissed her gently and pushed in further, before setting a gentle, steady rhythm.
Alice gasped, stars exploding around her vision.
She clung to him harder, her nails pressing into the skin of his back.
He hissed at the sting, barely able to keep his mind as he moved faster, causing her to cling to him more.
She gasped, clinging to him desperately. He pulled back and kissed her neck again, feeling how she fluttered and responded to that kind of affection right now. Alice did not even realize she was doing so. All she knew was the pleasure and the need.
“Faster,” she whimpered.
“Are ye sure?” he groaned.
“I am,” she whispered.
Evander did not need to ask twice. He increased his speed, taking her harder. He shifted so he could wrap an arm around her hips so he could drive in faster. Alice gasped, arching into him.
“More!” She cried.
Evander obliged, his other arm wrapping around her hips.
He was taking her like a desperate animal, kissing and biting her neck.
Small marks bloomed on her skin. His marks.
He had never seen bruises look so beautiful before.
His hips snapped and she screamed. He pulled back, watching her face.
She wasn’t hurt. A grin crossed his lips and he hit the spot again and again, making Alice tremble, her eyes glossy again.
She was careening straight for the edge, and he adored every sweet and needy expression she made on the way there.
“Good lass,” he purred, kissing her neck again, driving into her faster.
Alice felt overwhelmed, her heart thudding hard in her chest, the sensations causing moans and gasps to tear from her throat. She had never felt something so all-consuming and pleasurable before.
“E-Evander!” she gasped as she was tipped over the edge.
Warmth bloomed in her, and she was reduced to whimpering.
It was all too much for Evander, who roared as he finished with her.
The pair of them were left panting. Evander could hardly hold himself up as he looked at the panting woman underneath him.
He had never felt this way before. Not about Sorcha or anyone else.
Slowly, he removed himself, wrapping his arms around her to hold her close and to pull the covers up.
“Ye did so well,” he panted, nuzzling into her neck.
“Thank you,” she said, breathless. He nodded and held her a little tighter.
“I really am sorry for tonight,” he whispered.
“Shh,” she said, leaning in to kiss him. “It is over now.”
“It is,” he agreed, running a hand through her hair. Words bubbled up in his chest, but he forced them back down. Now did not feel like the time for confessions or proclamations. Not when she was practically trembling in his arms.
He kissed her forehead again. Alice’s eyes fluttered closed and she snuggled deeper into his warmth.
For the first time since coming to Scotland, no, in a very long time, she felt safe.
Truly safe. Like nothing would come to hurt her.
Slowly, her breathing evened out, and her eyes closed.
Evander stayed awake, watching her sleep.
His chest was warm, his body still recovering from what had happened.
He felt his mind spinning up, but he pushed the thoughts aside.
Not tonight… Just let me enjoy tonight…