“I can’t,” she moans, “this is all there is.”
“Ah, there’s more. I’ll fill you full.” Moving my hips a little harder, I take her left leg, pulling it up until her knee is hooked over my forearm, opening her even wider and keeping her injured foot clear of us. “Let me in, wife. I’m going to make you scream and come.”
I feel her hand slide down my back and over my arse, feeling the muscles there tense as I thrust into her and she moans, her thighs loosening slightly. “Dig your nails in,” I chuckle, “hurt me, go ahead.”
She does, and that just drives me into her harder, slapping her ass and grinning at her yelp. Yanking out of her, I slide down and bury my face in her pussy. So pretty, red and swollen and silky with her slick and my precum. I lick her greedily, sloppy and gorgeous before I surge up and inside her again.
“Come again, I need to feel it from the inside,” I growl into her ear, and she shudders.
“I- I can’t.”
“You can,” I grind slowly down, pushing my pelvis hard against her clit, “I know you can. You want to, don’t you, wife?”
“No,” she moans, “this is too much.”
“Let go. You want to, my filthy, delicious girl. You want to come all over me, so do it. Soak my cock.” Kissing her, making her taste herself on my lips, I slide my hand between us, slowly circling her clit. “Let go, wife.”
Her back arches like she’s being electrocuted and a shriek leaves her lips. Her pussy clamps down on my cock right at the instant it swells to spurt inside her. The pressure is incredible, nothing like I’d ever felt and far past even pleasure.
“Bloody fecking hell!” I groan, frozen in place inside her, spurting into the condom.
The room’s silent, aside from our soft panting. I want to do it again. I want to fuck her until she stops thinking about running away, until she knows she belongs to me.
Finally pulling from her with a sigh, I fetch a cloth in the bathroom, wetting it in warm water, and bring it out to her. Isla’s not moved, eyes closed and nearly asleep.
“Shh,” I soothe as the cloth touches her and she startles. “Let me take care of you.” Her eyes watch me as I clean away the blood and our combined finish from her pussy and thighs. “Are you all right?” I ask when I’m finished and she’s still silent.
“I’m… not sure.”
The confession comes out quietly and I slide back into bed with her, curling behind her and fitting us back together again in that perfect way, two pieces clicking together.
“Rest now, wife. I’ve got you.”
As her body slowly softens into sleep, I stay wrapped around her, watching the shadows on the wall from the trees moving in the wind outside.
My family is wrong. The treasure is not the item Isla tried to steal. She is the treasure, and I’d stolenher.
I will never give her back.
Chapter Twenty-Three
In which Isla is conflicted.
Isla…
Waking up might be the most luxurious moment of my life.
I’m on a perfectly comfortable mattress with sheets as soft as a cloud. There’s a long, firm body behind me keeping me toasty, and a soreness between my legs telling me it was a very,verygood night.
Then, my eyes pop open and I realize I’m in Dougal’s bed. My husband’s bed. Where we had sex. Incredible, spine-melting sex.
Covering my face with my hands, I silence a groan. This was not supposed to happen. I was meant to keep my distance from this man, not leap into bed with him! And damn him for being so good! I’d heard plenty of stories over the years from friends about their first time, with comments ranging from ‘Disappointing’ to ‘meh.’ Dougal nearly dragged me kicking and screaming into coming over and over, another thing my friends had proclaimed a myth.
The long body behind me stretches, moving coiled muscles like a lynx. Dougal’s lips press against the back of my neck.
“Madainn mhath,good morning, wife.”
His voice is deep and husky with sleep and it should not be as arousing as it is.
