He withdrew his fingers and held her close, waiting until her pleasure had ebbed enough for her to regain some of her faculties. She did, a short while later, as her arms looped sluggishly around his neck, and she pushed herself deeper into his embrace.
“That was… astonishing,” she told him, smiling as if drunk.
He smiled back. “We are nae done yet, love. I have much more to show ye.”
To punctuate the point, he hoisted her up into his arms and carried her over to the bed, where further wonders awaited them both.
In all the years of her life, Heather had never known bliss like it. Even their previous, carnal encounter had not matched the sheer force of that last conclusion. Perhaps, at last, she had finally learned how to free herself from everything she had learned in her younger years. That act, in turn, had rewarded her with an overwhelming sensation of pleasure, so remarkable it should have been magic.
I do not have to be a polite, mute young lady who blushes at the mention of being alone with a gentleman. That shame does not exist here, and so it can no longer exist within me.Indeed, she wondered how anyone could feel shame, when there was delirious pleasure to be had. Particularly, in the arms of someone beloved. Someone who would be her husband.
Gently, Owen lay her down upon the bed, where his lips wasted no time in exploring the length and breadth of her naked body. There was no speck of her skin left without attention, and it was not long before her breath was caught in her throat once more, and her limbs shivered with anticipation.
“Will it be this way when we are wed?” she asked, tailing off into a moan as his tongue flicked against her pert nipple.
He peered up, smiling. “It’ll be like this and so much more, love. From dusk to dawn, I can explore ye at me leisure.” He feigned disappointment. “This time, I only have an hour ‘til dawn. It isnae nearly enough time to do all I’d like to.”
“Are you a ghoul? Can you not lay with me in the daylight?” she teased, gasping as ran his tongue up her throat.
He chuckled against her skin. “I can, love, and I will, but there’ll be duties for me to attend to in the mornin’. I would steal at least a moment of sleep before then.”
“Well, we best make the most of now, then.” Brazenly, she sat up and rocked him onto his knees. Seizing hold of his shirt, shetugged it free of his breeches and lifted it over his head, revealing the defined, bronzed contours of his sculpted body.
Next, she unfastened the buttons of his breeches, and stifled a laugh as he hopped off the bed to remove them entirely. It cheered her, in many ways, to discover that the act of coupling was not a solemn and serious affair. To find that she could laugh and smile, and they could tease one another, was almost as intoxicating as the tremors he elicited within her.
“It isnae always graceful,” he told her with a wink, before climbing back up onto the bed.
There, he caught her around the waist and pressed her down into the soft blankets and feather mattress. Her gaze flitted down to the intimidating protrusion at the peak of his thighs, as he maneuvered between hers. She still did not know how such a thing would fit within her, but she supposed she would soon find out.
“Will it hurt?” she asked, somewhat nervous.
He bent down to kiss her, letting her settle into the comfort of his mouth. All the while, however, she was aware of his hardened length, straining against her sex. Was this coupling? She did not know, but she liked the way it felt, as his manhood slid back and forth along the sodden furrows of her heat.
Whenever it slicked against the root of her pleasure—that small, intense place that she had never known about—an explosion of pulsing sparks erupted in her stomach, scattering out across herabdomen and chest. Like embers from an unchecked fire, the vibrations burned in her lungs, in the best possible way, stealing every full breath she tried to take.
“Owen… My goodness, Owen—” She writhed against the swell of his manhood, raising up her hips to feel the delicious glide of him all over again. Indeed, she could not get enough.
He stilled for a moment: the thickness of him resting at the entrance of her silken well, just as his fingers had done before. Only, they were narrow and insignificant in comparison to the pressure of his manhood, pausing there in wait.
“It might hurt,” he told her, “but it willnae hurt for long, if there’s pleasure enough to relax ye.”
She nodded. “I think there is plenty of that.”
“If it’s too much, ye can tell me to stop,” he urged: his eyes bright with desire. She would not have dared to push him away, in case it took that gleam out of his gaze, for it was a shine she hoped to see every day for the rest of her life. A look that said,“You are wanted. You are loved. You are cherished. You are my gift.”
Looking lovingly into her eyes, Owen pushed his hips forward, inching through the gateway of her pleasure realm. The shock gripped Heather first, for she had never felt anything like it. His fingers had given her a taste, but they could never have prepared her for the sensation of him sinking into her, filling an absence that she had not realized was there, inside her.
Then came the pain he had warned her about, though it was not nearly as bad as she had anticipated. A stinging sensation prickled for a moment, neither pleasant nor unbearable. It was just something to be overcome, so she could welcome the pleasure that he had promised.
“Are ye well?” he croaked: his voice thick.
She braced her hands against his shoulders. “I am, my love.”
A minute later, after he had stilled within her to let her grow accustomed to the feeling, she found that she meant it. The sting faded to nothing, and all she knew was the exquisite wholeness of him. To reassure him, she pulled his head down and kissed him hard, eager for what was to come.
Relaxing against her, and kissing her back with a renewed fervor, Owen slowly drew his hips backward. The slick friction ignited a fresh burst of showering sparks that charged through her body, making her feel invincible.
A moment later, he plunged inside her again, teaching her the rhythm of his desire. A swift study, she lifted her hips to meet him as he withdrew and pushed into her depths again. The motion and the fullness of his length drew a cry from her mouth, which she stifled against his lips, hungry for more of what he could teach her.
