“As ye will, my lord,” she answered him, drawing the long, loose garment over her head and dropping it to the floor.
“Undo yer hair for me, Annabella,” he next commanded, watching as she slowly unplaited the thick braid, fluffing her hair out once it was undone. Plunging his two hands into the thick, silky mass of her sable tresses, he drew her toward him so he might kiss her a deep, slow kiss. A surge of lust raced through him as her soft lips met his, and she kissed him back. Releasing her lips, he looked down into her gray eyes and smiled. Then, reaching out, he cupped one of her small breasts in his palm, rubbing the nipple with the ball of his thumb until the rosy flesh stiffened into a peak.
Annabella drew in a sharp breath. “Angus,” was all she could manage. She was absolutely fascinated by all that was happening. He was so gentle with her.
He put an arm about her, drawing her close. Their naked bodies were now fully touching, and he felt her quiver. “God’s mercy, sweeting, ye’re lovely,” he told her softly, squeezing the little breast nestled in his hand.
Her eyes filled with tears. “Don’t mock me, Angus. I could not bear it,” she whispered to him in a tremulous voice.
“Annabella,” he said, “while there is no denying that ye’re plain of face, ye have the most outrageously beautiful body. I’m already afire to possess ye!”
“I do?” She sounded honestly surprised. Then she asked him, “How can ye know that, Angus?”
He chuckled. “Because, lass, I have known many female bodies in my life,” he told her. He turned her so that they were facing the beautiful full-length mirror that had once belonged to his mother. “Look for yerself, Annabella,” he said.
Her eyes fastened on the images in the glass. It was the most erotic sight she had ever seen. He stood behind her, his big naked body pressing against her naked body. His two big hands cupped her two small breasts. Their bodies were both golden and shadowed in the light of the hearth’s dancing flames. The odd stirring she had experienced once before was suddenly filling her. Her head fell back against his shoulder, and she watched, mesmerized, as his thumbs began to rub her nipples. She shocked herself by pressing her buttocks back against him, gasping again as she felt his manhood awakening.
His dark head bent and he placed a kiss upon her rounded shoulder. His lips followed the curve of her neck. “Ye’re wickedly tempting, Annabella, Countess of Duin. I am filled wi’ my desire for ye. Are ye ready to yield yerself to me, sweeting?”
Her head was spinning from the new sensations suddenly assailing her.
“Wha . . . what do ye want me to do?” she finally managed to grate out. Her voice kept getting caught in her throat, and her mind was confused. How was it possible for a man to wreak such havoc with a touch, a kiss, a sensuous word?
“Tonight ye will do naught but accept the homage of my passion for ye, Annabella. Eventually I will teach ye the things a woman can do to pleasure a man, but not tonight. Tonight I would introduce ye to passion. I would explore every inch of yer luscious body. Finally, when ye are ready, I will join my body wi’ yers so that we may attain the ultimate pleasure.” He turned her about so she was now facing him again, his arms wrapping tightly about her. Then, before she might say another word, he began to kiss her.
He began with soft, gently playful kisses that he scattered across her mouth, her cheeks, her closed eyelids. Then he concentrated fully on her lips, pressing his against hers as one kiss blended into another and another and another as her resistance gave way, finally permitting his tongue to plunge into her mouth. Her tongue shyly retreated, but he hunted it down with his, cornering it, stroking it over and over until she could not help but respond to the flames of desire now licking at her body.
Angus could feel that the girl in his torrid embrace was near to swooning with her newly aroused excitement. Breaking off his passionate kisses, he caught her up in his arms, walked to her bed, and set her gently upon it. He stared down, briefly enchanted by the voluptuous picture she made as she lay upon her back, her body slightly curled, one arm shielding her eyes from the sight of his powerful masculine body, his manhood now engaged and fully aroused.
Then, before she might grow frightened, he joined her in the bed. He lifted her arm away from her face, saying, “Look at me, Annabella.”
She wanted to refuse, for the elegant man she had married two months ago suddenly seemed so fierce and dominating. Oh, she was very aware that he was holding himself back for her sake. That he was being kind, and patient, but still . . .
“Annabella!” The voice was now commanding.
Her eyes flew open to find his handsome face staring down at her. “Angus?”
He smiled that wonderful smile of his at her. “Kissing, sweeting, is an art. I find ye’re an excellent scholar,” he said. “Now I will show ye other places where kisses may be enjoyed by both husband and wife.” His dark head moved to one of her breasts. He covered it with little kisses, then moved to the other breast, which he kissed as ardently.
Annabella found herself sighing with genuine pleasure, but then his lips closed over one of her nipples. The tug of his mouth on that most sensitive portion of her flesh caused her to cry out softly. “Oh! Oh!”Sweet Mary!She could feel a corresponding tug in that secret place between her legs. “Angus?” she murmured questioningly.
He raised his head, his green eyes staring into hers. “Hmmm?”
“I . . . I . . .” She didn’t know what to say, too shy to ask whether the feelings overwhelming her were those that should be felt.
Again that smile lit his face. “Sweet wife,” he said, his hand caressing her face. “Ye’re surely not afraid of me, are ye?”
“Nay,” she said, shaking her head, “but everything is so strange to me.”
He kissed her mouth, a deep kiss. Then he said, “I sense that you have a talent for passion, sweeting. Let me awaken it, Annabella. Do not question; just follow as yer heart, yer body, and mind dictate,” he suggested to her as he began to kiss her naked body, his mouth moving slowly, lingering first here and then there, obviously enjoying himself. His kisses covered her torso, her belly, her legs, and her feet. He nibbled at her toes, causing her to giggle. Smiling, he turned her over and, beginning with the soles of her feet, his lips worked their way up her shapely calves and thighs and across her rounded buttocks to the small of her back.
Annabella gasped as she felt his warm tongue licking its way up her spine, across her shoulders, and finally reaching the nape of her neck, which he bit gently. “Oh! Oh!” It was all too delicious. He claimed that she had a talent for kissing? Certainly he far surpassed any budding skill she might have, Annabella thought, relaxing beneath the warm mouth that seemed to enjoy her body. When he turned her over again onto her back she hummed a small protest at the loss of his kisses.
Her eyes were closed, and he admired her lovely long, thick eyelashes.
“Surely I haven’t put ye to sleep, Annabella,” he teased her, and delighted in the color staining her cheeks. She was adorable. Delectable. He was amazed at his own patience in waiting to possess her, for his cock was hard and ready.
“Nay,” she answered him, opening her eyes again. “I find I am enjoying yer kisses and caresses perhaps more than I should.”
