He had to tell her he knew more about her own feelings and motivations than she did. And the gall of the man, the pure gall of him telling her she needed a man with more passion? And to suggest that he was that man… Before she could garner a proper response and before she knew what was happening, she was in his arms, and he was kissing her!
And it was divine. His lips were softer than she remembered, and this kiss was different. She could feel his irritation with her as much as she could feel her own irritation with him. For a brief moment, she thought that should be enough to end the kiss, but rather shockingly, it only made her want the kiss even more.
“Dammit, Ellie,” he growled before taking her even deeper.“This hair, yer lips, yer body, yer mind; ye cannae ken what ye do tae me.” He groaned and used his tongue to beg her to open her mouth for him.
No one had ever said words to her like Aidam just did. He was making her wild with desire. She clutched his arms and pushed her body into his, taking pleasure in his admission and opening for him. All reasonable thought faded away as they became one in taste and sensation. She was astonished at the sweetness of the wine still on his tongue, yet it mixed with something heavier, more masculine. A taste she knew was unique to Aidam, and she craved more of it.How is this happening,she thought.
He moved her until her back was pressed soundly against the cottage wall. She could feel the cool wood and stone pressing into her back, juxtaposing with the heat radiating from Aidam at her front. She allowed it. Pliable in his arms, willing him to take the lead, he obliged and plundered her mouth again.
She could hear the rain as it battered the side of the cottage but could scarcely tell where the storm began and ended inside her own body. His hands moved from her arms and began caressing her. She wound her hands, suddenly free, behind his neck and pulled him closer. Heat began to build inside, moving from the center of her chest, slowly down to the most secret part of her. She felt consumed, yet the fire within her raged and was only getting hotter. He moved a hand to cup her breast, his thumb seeking and finding her nipple. He rubbed and teased as the longing inside her began to build toward something foreign but not unpleasant.
“More,” she whispered into his ear. The word played again and again in her mind as he broke their kiss and moved his mouth down her jawline and neck, stopping to kiss and nuzzle the delicate skin of her collar bone. His lips sent shivers of joy through her that were at once cool and filled with heat causing small bumps to rise on her skin. All the while, he continued to fondle her breasts, making her twist and writhe in pleasure. He lifted her slightly and rested his thigh between her legs against the place on her that longed for release the most. She pressed herself against his leg in a wanton display as heat built inside her to what seemed like an unbearable pitch, and she didn’t know how or why, but Aidam held the key to making it better.
“Please, God, more.”
“Ellie,” he whispered. “That’s it, lass. God, yer beautiful, take yer pleasure.”
She was unsure exactly what he meant but could not seem to stop her body from moving in a rhythm that matched his own lips on her body. He pulled back from their kiss to gain breath while moving his hands from her breasts to clutch her hips, allowing her the purchase she needed to ride his thigh harder and faster. The burning inside her unrelenting, no matter how hard she tried to appease it. Her breaths came in short bursts, and her need for him seemed to grow faster than she could contain it. Capturing his mouth again with her own, she held his shoulders tight. He pressed into her harder than before, and she could feel the evidence of his arousal. It should have terrified her, but instead, she reached down and ran her hand along the outside of his trews up and down the length of him. He moaned her name in pleasure, and suddenly she had a vision of herself taking his length into her mouth. She rode him harder then, the heat inside her rising at her own vision before her mind went blank again. She could only think that one word again over and over…more…then in a sudden shock of kissing, tongue, arms, and legs, a light seemed to overtake her, strangely coming from inside of her as she was gripped in intense pleasure.
Aidam pulled her hips closer to him and rocked her back and forth. She wasn’t sure but thought he might have whispered “that’s it, lass,” in her ear before she lost all thought and her body exploded in lightning.
Nothing had ever given her the amount of release she had just experienced with Aidam. She pulled back and pushed him gently from her, unsure of what to say or how to act. What she had just experienced with him was sinful, yet she felt no shame. It was wrong, but she only wanted more.
“Are ye all right, lass?” he asked with a sincerity that crushed her as he stepped back. His golden hair tousled. He looked very much like the boy she had followed as a girl, yet also very much like a man who just kissed her into senseless oblivion. “Ellie, say something.”
Ellie brought a finger to her lips, feeling how his kiss left her swollen. She shook her head, unsure of how to respond. She could never marry Sinclair. That much was true. She could not imagine feeling anything with another man even close to what she had just experienced with Aidam. A wave of sadness washed over her. Aidam was right. He had always been right. She knew it when he said it in her mother’s house, then again in the woods, and she was sure of it now. He was exactly what she wanted. Not his uncle. He was what she needed, and no one else. But she could not have him. It would destroy their clans. It would ruin lives. She thought of Evander and Jemina, neither of whom deserved to pay for their transgression.
“Ellie—” he reached for her, but she stepped out from his reach and did the only thing she could at the moment. She fled.
