He pulled up the blankets around them, noticing her shiver. Then, he trailed his hand down her hip and thigh and stroked her wet folds.
She cried out when she felt his fingers tease her entrance, biting her lip roughly. “Ah…”
“Soon,” he promised, watching her intently as her hips bucked.
He then smirked down at her, capturing her lips and pinning her hands above her head.
“Mmm,” she moaned against his lips, accepting his tongue one more time before she felt him press against her entrance.
She cried out when his manhood slid inside her. It pinched and burned, and she hissed in pain. Alexander moved slowly, staring deeply into her eyes.
“It will feel good soon, I promise,” he whispered, kissing her passionately.
“It’s… it’s too much… Alexander…” she panted against his lips.
“Relax. Breathe, lass…”
Helena tried to do as he said, and when she did, allowing him to tease her bud, it eased the pressure. It was a growing sensation, building inside her as she slowly began to rock in tandem with his hips. And when it turned into full-blown pleasure, she kissed him back fervently.
Alexander was breathing hard, gasping softly against her skin as his whole body shook and then went rigid. Helena felt her legs quiver, rocking and squirming helplessly as pleasure cascaded over them both.
It was unlike anything she’d ever experienced before, both of them crying out before collapsing on the bed.
CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE
Helena woke up with Alexander’s arm draped over her protectively, his chest rising and falling steadily beneath her cheek. For a moment, she lay still, her fingers lightly trailing through the dark hair on his chest.
Her lips curled into a soft smile as she glanced at his sleeping face, his features soft in repose. She felt different, fulfilled, as if the final piece of the puzzle had fallen into place. She traced the scar on his cheek before moving down to his jaw, wondering how a man so strong and fearsome could be so gentle with her.
As if sensing her gaze, Alexander stirred, his hazel eyes fluttering open. His lips curled into a sleepy smirk as he looked down at her.
“Ye’ve been starin’ at me a while now, have ye nae?” His voice was gravelly with sleep, sending a shiver through her.
Helena laughed softly, propping herself up on his chest. “Aye, I couldnae help meself. Ye look peaceful when ye’re sleepin’.”
He chuckled, the sound reverberating through her. “Peaceful, eh? That’s a first. How are ye feelin’, lass?” His expression grew serious as his hand came up to tuck a strand of her hair behind her ear. “Was it too much for ye last night?”
Her heart swelled at his concern.
She shook her head, leaning down to kiss him softly. “Nay, it was wonderful, Alexander. Truly.” She blushed as she added, “Even the ache this morning feels… like a memory I’ll cherish.”
His smirk returned, and he pulled her closer, his lips brushing against hers. “Good. I dinnae want ye to regret a single moment of last night.”
He kissed her more deeply, his hands sliding down her back as she melted into him.
Their passion was interrupted by a sudden knock at the door.
Alexander groaned, dropping his head back on the pillow. “Who in their right mind is knockin’ at this hour?”
“Apologies, but it’s important,” came Michael’s voice through the door. “It concerns Laird MacPherson.”
Helena froze, her eyes meeting Alexander’s. Concern flickered between them before she reluctantly slid out of his embrace.
She put on her long chemise and wrapped herself in a robe, tying it tightly around her waist. “I’ll add wood to the fire,” she said softly, moving toward the hearth.
Alexander grumbled, wrapping the linens around his waist and striding toward the door. He swung it open, glaring at Michael. “This had better be worth interruptin’ me morning, Michael.”
Michael held up a sealed envelope. “A messenger from MacPherson Castle delivered this nae long ago. It’s from Laird MacPherson.”
