He laughed softly. “With passion, enough is never enough, my sweet.” He began to stroke her as he might a small cat. His hand moved down her torso until he was brushing her plump mons. She watched him, shyly fascinated, but then his palm pressed down upon that mound of flesh. A bolt of sensation shot through her, and she stiffened.
“Ahhh,” he said, seeing the look of both panic and curiosity in her eyes, “now, sweet wife, ye’re beginning to understand passion.” Leaning forward, he began to kiss her again, delighted when her lips met his eagerly.
She felt just the tiniest touch of fear as he ran a finger along the slit dividing her nether lips. She tried to distract herself from what he was doing, because she knew he would not harm her, yet that finger was unnerving. The finger pushed between the slit, seeking, seeking. Seeking what?Mother of mercy!“Ohhh!” What was he touching, and why did it feel so exciting, so wonderful? “Ohhhhh!”
He had found her love bud and caressed it gently, and then with a stronger stroke.
Her little cries excited him. Unable to help himself, he bent low, kissing that sentient nub of flesh. Her gasp was audible, but then he was burrowing his finger deeper, and finding the opening of her love passage, and gently inserted his finger to the first joint.
She gasped again, and bucked beneath him.
“Dinna be fearful, Annabella,” he reassured her as he pressed his finger into her to his knuckle. His voice was thick with his desire.
“I’m not,” she lied, pressing her lips together to keep from screaming.
He moved the finger back and forth gently. His own cock was so hard now that he feared a simple touch would shatter it into a thousand pieces. He had to take her soon. “Yer love juices have begun to flow, sweeting,” he told her. “Ye’re ready to be mounted.”
“So soon?” she whispered, realizing that the moment had come.
Without another word he withdrew his finger from her. Swinging himself over her body, he looked down into her plain little face. Her lack of beauty meant nothing to him. He wanted her as he could never recall wanting another woman. He had to have her.Now!Her eyes were squeezed tightly shut. Her beautiful body was tensed and braced for his assault. He almost wept at this last sight of her innocence. He leaned forward and began to kiss her—deep, soft kisses to distract her from what was to come.
His lips!Holy Mother!His lips were wonderful. She had never imagined kissing could be so incredible. She lost herself in those kisses, his tongue dancing with her tongue. It was heaven! Wait! What was happening? He was pushing himself into her love sheath. He was too big! Too big! Annabella’s eyes flew open. “Nay! Stop!”Oh!He was pushing himself deeper into her body, tearing her asunder, invading her very soul. “No! No! Angus! No!” she cried, struggling beneath him, her small fists beating at his chest and shoulders.
God forgive him, but he could not cease now. Her untried sheath was very tight, but it was yielding to him. Her pleading almost broke his heart. There was nothing for it. He had reached the barrier of her virginity. He could feel how tightly lodged it was. Drawing back, he quickly thrust himself through it and deep into her body. Her shriek almost brought him to tears, for he was not a man to visit pain upon a woman. Having torn her maidenhead asunder, however, he rested a moment, kissing the tears on her cheeks. “It’s done now, sweeting,” he murmured in her ear. “The worst is over, and’twill be better now; I promise ye.”
She didn’t believe him when he said it, but as he began to piston her, his long, thick cock flashing back and forth within her, the burning, stinging pain quickly dissolved, to be replaced by a new sensation that could almost be called pleasurable. Annabella made a small sound of enjoyment. When she did, his big body stiffened atop her. He groaned as she felt his seed being expelled into her. It was at that moment that Annabella realized she was no longer a bride. She was a wife.
After a few moments he withdrew from her body. “I’m sorry for the pain,” he told her. “It won’t happen again now that yer maidenhead is gone. Wi’ yer permission I should like to remain wi’ you tonight.”
Annabella nodded. “Aye, I would like it if ye did,” she admitted. “After the pain I felt the beginnings of pleasure, Angus. Will ye come to my bed every night now?”
“If it pleases ye,” he told her. “There is more, ye know.”
“What more?” she queried him.
“Ye should feel great pleasure when we come together. Tonight ye were frightened with the newness of it all, but ye say ye felt the beginnings of pleasure, which is encouraging. My own desire for ye was so great tonight that I could not take all the time ye needed to reach yer own delight. I will not let that happen again, sweeting.”
“I felt that if it went on just a bit longer,” Annabella confided, “I might fly.”
He smiled, pleased. “Next time I will see that ye do,” he promised her. Reaching for the coverlet, he pulled it up over them, and they slept in each other’s arms.
When he awoke he could see the false dawn beyond the windows of the bedchamber. He realized he was hungry for her body once again. The fire was burning low. He arose, and fed it generously. Then he attempted to sleep once more, but he could not. Her sweet bottom pressed into his groin, its cleft almost cradling his stiffening cock. He needed to satisfy his passion at least one more time this night.
Turning her about, he kissed her awake. “I need ye again,” he growled in her ear, nipping the tender lobe.
Annabella could actually feel her breasts grow firm, her nipples puckering at the sound of desire in his deep voice. “I have not the right to deny ye, my lord,” she said, meekly pressing herself against his hard body.
“I want ye as filled with lust for me as I am for ye,” he said fiercely.
“Then,” she boldly taunted him, “make me feel that lust!” What on earth had come over her? Annabella thought. But then she pushed all thoughts of propriety aside. This big, handsome man was her husband. He wanted to possess her body, and to her own surprise she realized that she was as eager to be possessed as he was to possess her. She sensed there was a great deal she had to learn from him. She knew she was going to prove to be an apt pupil. “Make love to me, my lord of Duin!” she commanded him.
Her words sent a jolt of surprise through him. To find her so suddenly eager made him more than happy to comply with her whispered wishes. Especially when she wrapped herself about him, her hands boldly stroking his back and buttocks as he had stroked hers earlier. Delighted, he rolled her onto her back, kissing her until she was gasping for breath. His knee pressed between her legs, and she opened herself to him. He groaned when she surprised him further by reaching down to cup him. Her hand began to pull away from him.
“Nay! Nay!” he almost begged her. “Dinna remove yer hand from me, sweeting. I need yer touch.” He caught the little hand, drawing it back down to his cock and balls.
“Ye’re not angry?” she said softly. “I so wanted to touch ye.” Her fingers caressed him ever so gently. “It grows bigger wi’ yer lust, doesn’t it.”
A wave of heat washed over him. “Aye,” he managed to answer. Jesu, he was getting so hard! Had he ever been this hard this quickly? What magic was it that aroused his passions so quickly, so greatly? He now regretted every moment of the last two months when he might have been making love to her—but nay. He had been wise to wait, to give her the opportunity to know him better. The loss of her virginity had opened Annabella to the passion within her.
