“I…I don’t want a baby.” He was cupping her sex with his palm now, kneading the flesh. Evelyn had the urge to push her hips into his touch.
“Mmm-hmm,” MacKerrick murmured against her skin. “Perhaps you’ll nae get one.”
Evelyn frowned, wanted to moan. If he would but stop touching her…there. Mayhap her thoughts would come to order.
“But we’re going to—”
“’Tis your first time, is it nae?” he asked easily, the kneading of her mound replaced by his palm now sliding up and down through her hair, the deliberate friction disturbing her flesh to nearly the point that Evelyn thought she could no longer keep a proper silence.
“It is,” she managed to answer.
“’Tis unlikely, then,” MacKerrick said, raising up slightly and flicking his tongue across her other nipple. “You doona get a bairn every time you make love, Eve.” He latched on to her fully.
Evelyn could not help but writhe slightly, her mind a blur of logic and reason and base, physical lust. What MacKerrick had just told her, of course she knew it was true, but so many of the young girls who’d come to the priory had sworn they’d only allowed a man to use them one time…
“I’m frightened, MacKerrick. So frightened…”
He shook his head, not breaking contact with her nipple. Lower down, his fingers were scissoring, spreading and closing the folds of her sex. She gasped and her eyes rolled back.
MacKerrick released her breast with a loud slurp. “Doona be.” His eyes bored into hers. “Eve, do you want me? If you say nae, I’ll stop. I’ll not force myself upon you.”
His movements between her legs stilled, as if proving to her that, should she but say the word, MacKerrick would leave her untouched. Her body throbbed in ghostly echoes of the rhythm he’d created deep inside her and she wanted to whimper at the emptiness she felt.
“Eve, do you want me to stop?” MacKerrick repeated.
“Nay,” she said quietly. God help her, she meant it.
Then she felt one long finger slide between the folds, where it was wet and hot and oh so very, very sensitive.
“Then trust me.”
“I do…” Evelyn did arch then, and heard her own pitiful mew as if from outside her body. Her mind let go of her fear as another of MacKerrick’s fingers joined in the play, smoothing over her firm nub and circling there. Then the pair of fingers slid further into her cleft, dipping briefly into the innermost recesses of her body. Evelyn cried out again, a gasp, a moan, and her legs spread wider, one thigh now captured between MacKerrick’s. She felt his erection hot and hard against her skin.
MacKerrick began a slow, steady, firm rhythm the length of her sex, up and down and in and around, his hand sliding faster. He latched on to her breast when Evelyn began to move her hips in time with his hand. She felt frenzied and mad and dizzy, anticipating this unknown slowly revealed by MacKerrick’s deliberate touch.
“You’ll nae hold out much longer, Eve,” he said gruffly, looking into her eyes with wild amber sparks lighting his own gaze. “Nor will I. I’d take you now—’twill make it easier on you.” He was sliding his erection along her thigh and it was slick and hot.
“Do it,” she panted. She wanted it, whatever he had to give her. All of him. “Do it now.”
MacKerrick swung over her in a swift motion, removing the hand between her legs for a moment to push her thighs wide and up.
“Hold on to your knees,” he commanded.
Evelyn did, writhing on her back as the sight of him knelt between her legs like some stone god, his erection waving heavily over her shamefully exposed sex. It felt beyond sinful, and Evelyn was transported by the wicked sight of him.
MacKerrick ran his fingertips up her cleft and then grasped his manhood, stroking it. His other hand went back to her mound, his thumb testing her elastic flesh, circling her nub once more hypnotically.
Evelyn arched her hips, pulled at her legs. “MacKerrick,” she begged, liking the pleading sound of her voice.
He leaned forward, sitting on his heels, and placed the head of his erection against her, his thumb still holding her enslaved. He let his other arm drop to dangle at his hip.
“Are you ready, Eve?” he asked in a low, dangerous voice and pushed at her slightly. His thumb quickened.
Evelyn bucked, feeling herself stretch around him. “Oh, help me,” she cried. “MacKerrick, help me!”
He pushed in farther and sank in what felt like the whole of him. Evelyn felt her flesh yield in sweet agony and then her breath, her heart, her thoughts, the world itself, stopped as her climax took her.
And ’twas only then that MacKerrick pushed his length into her fully.
