Keirah’s emotions tugged at his heartfelt gesture. Spread wide before him, the cool air tickled her skin, blazing after his touch. Why was this pose, which would normally cause a shying from her, suddenly okay? The deliberate way he rained her with affection showed what he spoke about their first eve at the inn the time he had described – ‘preparing a lass.’
He was doing this; her maidenhead had become damp as dew in a summer meadow awaiting the thick arousal at his thigh’s juncture. Would he claim her next? Curiously, he placed her wounded leg’s thigh onto his shoulder then carefully grasped her other long limb, the dagger still strapped on, then set this thigh onto his opposite shoulder.
She propped herself up on her elbows, looking at him. To mount her he must have their upper bodies level; why was he putting her in such an odd position? Did he mean to kiss her thighs as in the stables?
He paused, his eyes looking over her intimate curls while stating, “I shall capture your cries when we are joined, but for this moment you’d best clasp your hands over your mouth or bite your lip to stifle the urge as I continue to prepare you, my lady.”
“Urge?” She questioned the term; he gave a dark grin as his answer, which made her toes curl by anticipation. Was he planning more than at the stables?
All grew dark when she shuttered her lashes after his lips began a fresh trail of kisses from her inner knee, then thigh, then…
“Aonghus!” she gasped in a shocked whisper when he found her dewy meadow, but this time with both his lips and fingers. Oh. My. Lover.
Her head fell back against the pallet with a loud clap when both her palms slapped over her mouth after he unleashed pleasure over her whole body emanating from her one most tender spot. If it were any other time, she would have blazed red by embarrassment, but here she only blazed wanting more…His name became a muffled scream against her palms when her body shook in release at his skilled ministrations.
“Remarkable,” she heard him murmur from somewhere beyond her euphoric state before his mouth continued the journey up her tummy, taking a full sweep with his tongue upon her breasts, which were fully peaked by pleasure. Her fingers wove his salted tresses. The closer he came, the more his scent covered her: ocean, pine, and a hint of spice uniquely him.
Her knees sought his hips when he reached her neck’s curve. “I ache for you,” she begged. “Claim me, mark me as yours, my Scotsman.”
Raising above her, his fingers lowered in aiding at pressing his tip to her meadow’s edge. “Keirah” – his brow furrowed with his expression troubled by guilt – “the pain there…”
“My first,” she soothed. “’Twill pass; hold nae fear, nae remorse.”
He held steady even as his sheen-covered body trembled, most likely by the instinct wanting to thrust forward. Her giant Highland bull was afraid of hurting her. In a bold move sheraised her hips as a gasp tore her lips after her maidenhead was given.
Aonghus released a low growl at the action then arched his back slightly, entering her more.Aye, it hurt, pass…it would pass.Tenderly he eased in and out slightly; each stroke the sting held less.There it is…ohhhhh, pleasure.Her knees pressed his taut backside as he gave a low rumble from his torso after she wrapped about him more.
“Tell me,” he half groaned. “The pain?”
She panted her words as he kept a slow rhythm for her even as his face appeared marked by pain in wanting more. “Gone; I feel…” The words faded as he thrust forward again then paused a breath.
“Feel?” he asked in wonderment. “What does it bring to you, my Cluaran?”
He pulled back then rotated his hips forward again. “Free,” she sighed, her palms gripping his shoulders. “Free we are together at last.” The pads on her fingertips dug his back as she declared, her voice laden with awe, “Loved. Loved with the way you look upon me as if we would both perish if you turn away…and terrified.”
He halted. “Terrified?”
Her hand caressed up his sheen-covered arm to cup his jaw. “Terrified it shall end.”
He grinned down at her. “Nae, lass, this is only the beginning, for now comes the cries in pleasure I shall capture.” His lips took hers as his pace moved briskly. It was not only their rhythm but the instinctual tension which built through her whole self at all he unleashed.
His kiss was somehow strong enough to drown both their groans and cries and moans born by euphoria as he thrust harder, then faster, then all at once she called out for him as her body quivered about him, contracting in a release. He roared her name in her honor as his seed surged before both collapsed against each other after nature’s helm.
When he leaned back slightly, admiring her, she smiled then reflected the word back at him. “Remarkable, my Scotsman.” He gave a low chuckle which caused his member to quake slightly in her as they were still joined. She gave a low groan of delight before her lips took his with another kiss.
Aye, it had been a long wait, but…Her hands lowered, cupping his backside boldly as he was the one to give a low groan in return at her action.Ahh, remarkable.
Chapter 42
Exhaustion claimed their sleep, but somewhere a time later Keirah’s temple warmed more when a pair of lips brushed her. Her lover. Aye, wanton temptress right here…well, one in training.
“My Cluaran?”
She smiled against the bristle in his torso hair that rubbed her cheek. She purred, “Hhhhmmm?”
“Callum is silently summoning me at the tent flap.”
The dim oil lamp’s light still reigned paramount, with darkness pressing the tent’s exterior. Had she ever slept more soundly? Not in this life. How long till dawn? As she leant up with a yawn, a quick rustle sounded when Aonghus covered her chemise-clad form with the linen sheet and Callum briskly shut the tent flap while clearing his throat.
