“My cousin, God assoil him, is dead, madam. You aremywife now, and you owe me, my family, a duty,” Kier said coldly.
She was startled by his words. Why was he so angry at her? “My lord,” she replied as formally, “I know my duty, and will do it.”
In response he kissed her again, but this time his kiss was fierce, demanding. But what did he want of her? he wondered. And then with startling clarity he knew. He wanted her to love him. Their kiss deepened, and then she yielded again beneath him, her mouth growing pliant and warm, returning his kisses kiss for kiss until they wereboth dizzy and breathless. His lips moved from hers down the graceful line of her throat. He buried his face between her breasts, his tongue plunging into the deep valley separating the twin orbs of perfumed flesh to lick slowly at her soft skin.
Cicely gasped softly as he began to cover one of her breasts with his kisses. When his mouth began to play with the nipple of that breast, tongue stroking, teeth grazing lightly, mouth sucking, she gave a little cry. When he moved to her other breast Cicely thought she would expire from the pleasure he was giving her. Her hands clutched at him, fingers digging into his shoulders. And then his mouth left her breasts and began moving down her torso, kissing every inch of flesh that he could reach, his warm lips, his hot, wet tongue branding her. She felt him claiming her as Ian had once claimed her, but with Kier she was afraid. He was stronger. He didn’t love her.
His head was spinning. The white-heather scent surrounding her filled his senses. He remembered their first encounter. It had been fierce and rough with the need he felt to conquer her. But he hadn’t conquered her at all. He had awakened her passions, as she had awakened his. They had feasted together that day on their mutual lust. But he would not lose his control in this hour before the dawn broke. He would be gentle, because he wanted to put Ian from her mind, and he knew that each touch, each kiss he gave to Cicely caused her to compare him with his cousin. But she was his now!
He worked his way down her torso, kissing, licking, nuzzling. He could feel her trembling ever so slightly beneath his lips. Her thick auburn bush was before him. He cupped her with a hand, pressing down upon her mons, and Cicely shuddered. Kier smiled wolfishly, and then, removing his hand, he buried his face in those tight curls, inhaling the female scent of her. Raising his dark head, he gently pushed her thighs apart. He stared down, debating what he would do next; then, deciding, he licked the soft inside of one thigh and then the other with slow, leisurely strokes of his tongue.
Cicely purred. This was something Ian had never done. The tonguecontinued to move across first one thigh, then the other, and then it was pushing between her folds.“Oh!”She gasped as the pointed tip of his tongue found her love button. Her eyes widened as he shifted his position so that his dark head now lay between her milky white thighs. The skillful tongue taunted her until Cicely was whimpering with her need, which seemed to grow and grow with every touch, every stroke of his tongue. She dug her fingers into his thick, dark hair, kneading his head.
And then he stopped, leaning back to press a finger into her sheath. The finger moved back and forth slowly, slowly, teasing her. Cicely bit her lip until it bled, but then, unable to contain herself, she whispered one word:“More!”He said nothing, instead withdrawing the single finger and pressing into her again with two fingers, which again moved slowly, slowly, finally gaining speed. She rode his fingers eagerly, and then cried out as she released her juices to him.
Withdrawing the two fingers, he cuddled her in his arms, one hand caressing her head. She squirmed within his embrace, but not to escape him. He had stoked her lust, and now she was more than ready to take him into her body.“More?”he whispered into her ear, and his tongue licked the whorl of it.
“Aye!” she said. “More!”
He pulled her to the edge of the bed so that her legs fell over the side. Rolling her onto her belly, he elevated her bottom with a pillow beneath her. Then, standing behind her, Kier levered her legs apart, grasped her hips, and thrust himself deep into her.
Cicely gasped.Blessed Mother!
Her gasp told him what he wanted to know. There would be no comparisons made within her mind between himself and his deceased cousin. A sojourn in France and Italy had taught Kier Douglas much. He began to pump himself within her now, slowly at first, then with increasing rapidity, and when he felt her near to peaking he slowed his pace. His fingers should have drawn the edge off of her lust, and he was of a mind to take his time.
Cicely’s head was spinning.Blessed Mother!He was so big, and yet she easily absorbed him. And never had she been probed so deeply. The tip of his cock touched an extraordinarily sensitive spot within her, and she felt her juices flowing again. Her sheath clasped and unclasped him, sending ripples of sensation throughout her body. He groaned, and his teeth sank into the sensitive nape of her neck briefly. Her back seemed to be arching instinctively, allowing him even deeper access.
Kier was having a difficult time controlling himself. She was an unknowing seductress, a witch! Her sheath wrapped itself around his cock, embracing it, clasping it tightly, as if to force his juices from him. His fingers dug into the soft flesh of her hips as he attempted to control their situation. He forced himself deeper, and she retaliated, the muscles of her sweet, hot maw enfolding his manhood, exhorting his boiling juices to come forth. He was lost! His seed ejected in a fiery explosion of pleasure.
And it swept over them both. Cicely could feel the staccato bursts of his lust filling her. She cried out his name. “Kier!Oh, Kier!” She had been well and thoroughly fucked in a manner she had never imagined.
He somehow managed to keep from collapsing on her. His legs weak, he flung himself down upon the bed and, turning his head, looked over at her. Cicely lay as he had put her, head turned to one side, eyes closed. Kier heaved a gusty sigh.
Cicely opened her blue-green eyes to meet his gaze. Then, to his great surprise, she smiled at him. “That was wonderful,” she said, dumbfounding him further. “Did you enjoy it as well? I hope you did, my lord.”
“Aye,” was about all he could manage to say as he lay breathing heavily next to her. He couldn’t think of what he might respond to her astonishing frankness.
She still lay on her belly, and she sighed gustily as she finally rolled over onto her back. “My experience is not great, but I think evena woman with a great familiarity with passion would consider you expert, my lord.” Then she sat up briefly before rising to her feet. “I see the sun is rising. I must hurry and get down to the hall, and so must you. The king will expect to hunt again today.” She walked across the floor and, fetching the pitcher of water from the hot coals of the fire, she poured some into her basin and began to wash herself quickly.
For a long few minutes he lay watching her. She seemed to evince no shyness this morning at her nakedness, although the chamber was growing light with beams of bright sun starting to push through the cracks in the wood shutters. Finally satisfied with her ablutions, she moved back to the bed and picked up her chemise from the floor, drawing it over her head, lacing it neatly. Then, flinging open the window’s shutters, she tossed the contents of her basin out the window before refilling it with warm water. “Come, my lord, you must not lay abed,” she said, and then she continued dressing herself, opening the trunk at the foot of the bed to pull out a bright yellow houpeland, which she quickly donned. “Kier, get up!” she scolded.
“I think we would be forgiven if we did not go into the hall this morning,” he said.
Cicely laughed, pleased. “Then I have pleased you too, my lord. I am glad. Hurry now, and get dressed.” Then Cicely hurried from her bedchamber.
Kier Douglas continued to lie abed, contemplating what had just happened. His bride being a widow, he had taken her roughly for his own pleasure. There was no maidenhead to have a care of, and he had fucked her once previously. Still, she had praised him. Was Cicely mocking him? Or had she really enjoyed the lustful play between them? He was totally bemused by her. What game did the bitch play with him? At least she hadn’t compared him again to his cousin Ian. That was some improvement, for the mere mention of the previous laird’s name seemed to anger him.
God’s balls!Was he jealous?Jesu!Why would he be jealous ofa dead man? Unless, of course, he was falling in love with Cicely.Never!A man in love was a weakling, and he would not allow her to weaken him, for a border lord needed his strength to keep his clanfolk, his lands safe. Ian had not been able to do either, because his love for Cicely took precedence over everything else in his life.“I will not make that mistake!”Kier Douglas swore aloud to himself as he finally arose from her bed.
Having reached the hall, Cicely was directing her servants. “Tam, make certain Mab serves a generous breakfast. The laird and the king will hunt today.” She had looked through one of the windows in the hall and saw that the day was fair.
“I’ll tell her, my lady,” Tam said, and ran off to the kitchens.
Cicely went and sat before her loom while she waited for her guests and her husband to join her. She looked at the piece she had woven so far. Its subject was Glengorm. She had finished the house on the hillside, the path leading to the village below, and some of the village cottages. She would complete it by spring. It would be hung behind the high board. And then she would begin a companion piece for it. The subject would show an antlered stag on a hillside above the loch, several does by the water drinking. She imagined herself with child as she wove the next tapestry. Aye, she would give Johanna a brother, for even if Kier didn’t like her, he liked fucking her.
The king and queen came into the hall from the new chamber behind it.
“You are up, madam,” the king said, seeming surprised.
