Her eyes, no longer wide or fearful, were full of anticipation and wanting. Her round, full breasts heaved, and her pink nipples had grown hard. She was aroused, and that made him dizzy with pleasure and need.
Her waist flared to round hips, and a triangle of red hair covered the apex of her thighs. Arran itched to flip her on her stomach, squeeze her buttocks, and then pull her up onto her knees and enter her from behind.
Slow down!
He shook his head ever so slightly.
He knew such actions would most likely send his inexperienced wife running, so he took a step back. He kicked off his shoes and unfastened his belt, letting his kilt join the gown and shirt already on the floor. Skye watched, her eyes wide and round as a full moon, as his manhood was revealed.
She swallowed. “I daenae think that will fit inside me, Arran Gilroy. I think ye need to figure out somethin’ else!”
Arran tried not to laugh, but he couldn’t help himself.
“I can guarantee that it will fit, Skye,” he reassured her when she shot him an incredulous look.
“But I didnae—I didnae ken that it… that it can grow like that. I’ve never seen…”
“Did ye nae ken about this part?”
She shook her head, unable to look away from his manhood.
“Skye,” he said softly. She bit her lip. “Skye,” he repeated. She finally looked up at him. “I will never hurt ye. Ye are safe with me.”
He waited until she relaxed before continuing.
“I’m goin’ to lie down beside ye. I willnae touch ye, unless ye beg me to.” Then, with a saucy grin, he added, “And yewillbeg me to, Skye. I guarantee ye will.”
After a small nod from her, he climbed into bed.
Still sitting up, she looked up and down his body and then spoke in a hushed whisper, “Ye are powerful, and ye look stronger than any man I’ve ever seen. Ye could easily crush me with one hand.”
And there it was. The root of her fear, planted by her stepfather and cultivated over years of watching her mother suffer.
Arran chose his words carefully. “I would never do anything to harm ye, Skye. I will protect ye with me life. Always. Let me show ye that a strong man can also be gentle.”
Skye looked at Arran again. Her eyes traveled across his broad chest to his heavily muscled arms and large, powerful hands. Every inch of him embodied strength and power.
Is what he says true?
She allowed her eyes to drift down his belly. Warmth pooled in her core when her eyes landed on his member, still hard and erect. These sensations were new but not unpleasant.
“C-can I touch ye?” she asked timidly.
“Aye,” he replied in a husky voice. “As I said, lass, we are one. Me body is yers. Forever.”
Skye reached out her hand and lightly stroked his length. And then again. Feeling bolder, she closed her fingers around him and gently squeezed.
She felt him grow thicker in her hand as his eyes roamed over her face and body. Heat pooled in her belly.
She heard his sharp intake of breath as her strokes quickened, but then he gently grabbed her hand and moved it away from his shaft.
“Ye need to stop, Skye, or I willnae last much longer.”
Skye wasn’t sure what that meant, but she rested her hand on his chiseled abdomen and placed a kiss on his lips. He immediately returned her kiss with one of his own.
His mouth plundered hers, and his hand moved to her right breast, pinching and teasing her nipple. The tingling sensation in her core intensified, and she started grinding her hips against him. He responded by moving his mouth to her breast, and more warm wetness pooled between her legs.
Skye moaned as he trailed his hand down her stomach to her mound.
