His hands came around her waist and steadied her as he slowly backed her toward the wall. She seemed perplexed as her eyes flicked to the bed and then back to him.
“Aye, we’ll need a bed someday, lass, but I’m nae makin’ a bairn with ye today. I’ll have ye another way.”
He pushed her down into a straight-backed chair in the corner of the room. She was panting now as she watched him, and he would have given anything to strip her bare and see her beautiful body in the flesh, but for now, he was content to give her all the pleasure she could wish for—all the pleasure she deserved.
“What are you doing?” she asked as he hovered above her.
“Takin’ what is mine,” he said reverently, and she shuddered as he buried a hand into her hair and took her mouth with his.
The angle was awkward with her sitting and him standing, but as he plundered her mouth, feeling the smooth skin of her neck beneath the intricate tangles of her hair, she melted against him with a moan.
“All the guests will be waitin’ for ye to return,” he muttered, pulling back slightly, trailing his lips over her jaw. “Do ye thinkthey ken what we are doin’?” he asked as she gripped the armrests with a groan. “I think ye like the idea that they do, lass.”
He released her then, and she watched in fascination as he went down on his knees and his hands pushed past the many layers of her skirts and trailed up the inside of her leg.
“I have thought about this for many days, Leah Shaw, and I shall have ye moanin’ beneath me before we return to the party.”
Her hands were white-knuckled as she gripped the arms of the chair, her back arching upward as he pushed his hand further toward the wet heat between her legs. As his fingers connected with her flesh, she cried out, parting her thighs for him, and he groaned as he pushed her skirts up to her waist, exposing her shapely legs.
She gasped softly as he lowered his head to the top of her thigh, licking her flesh as she trembled and moaned above him.
He flicked his tongue against the most intimate part of her as her hips bucked. Her thighs were trembling uncontrollably as he lapped at her entrance, pushing his tongue inside her as she gave a low, guttural groan of pleasure that made him harden even further in his trews.
He pulled away, looking up at her with relish as her hot gaze met his, and she watched as his hand moved to the same spot where his tongue had been. He waited until her eyes were fixed on his fingers, pushing her skirts out of the way so she could see what he was about to do.
Slowly, he pushed a single finger inside of her, and she trembled, a soft gasp leaving her lips as his knuckle came to rest at her entrance.
“Can ye feel that lass?” he asked, hooking his finger inside her as she arched against him. “I cannae wait to be inside ye, feelin’ yer heat. There is much pleasure to be had, and I’ll show ye it all.”
“Ugh,” she cried out, her hips moving relentlessly upward. “Don’t stop.”
“I willnae stop,” he said as he slid another finger into her.
In an instant, she had lowered back into the chair, her body bending forward, her hand delving into his hair as he pumped his fingers inside her repeatedly, their shuddering gasps filling the air as he sought out her lips once more and thrust his tongue into her mouth, meeting hers with a sigh of pure pleasure.
He kept pumping his fingers inside her as she began to shudder in earnest beneath him. Her hair fell between them, their foreheads resting against each other as he grunted and thrust against her, feeling her walls tighten around his fingers as she reached her peak.
As if on instinct, her hand moved between them, taking hold of his wrist, guiding his movements, taking her pleasure as she needed it, her body convulsing as she came apart, a loud shout of ecstasy leaving her lips as he felt the rush of pleasure consume her.
As she came down from her high, he slowly withdrew his fingers from her sex and ripped at his own trews, pushing them down and taking himself in hand. She was still bent forward, gasping as she came to herself, and he crushed his lips against hers, thrusting his tongue into her mouth as she met his with a groan of ecstasy.
He stroked his manhood over and over, groaning against her lips as she pulled back from him to watch him finally find his release.
He quivered as he climaxed, letting out a shuddering gasp of delighted release as they panted against one another, both of them joined in a moment of pure ecstasy.
He kissed her again, licking at her tongue and feeling her meet him stroke for stroke.
As he finally pulled back, Leah collapsed into the chair, staring at him with wonder and surprise.
Magnus smiled, gently pulling her toward him. Then he pulled her off the chair completely so that she was suspended above him, in his arms. Her hair cascaded over her shoulders, tickling his neck as he gazed up at her.
“Let us return to our weddin’, wife of mine.”
CHAPTER 17
“You looked stunning today,”Katie said as she helped Leah remove her wedding dress late that evening.
The ceremony and celebrations had finally come to an end, and Leah had been alone in her room, pondering the events that had taken place earlier in the day, when Katie had knocked on her door.
