It was as if he were worshiping at the altar of her very being. He was absorbing her essence, and she came alive beneath him. Arching her back, wishing fervently for his skin to touch her skin, she mewed and groaned. She wanted to feel the length of him along herself, but he held back. The pain from him withholding himself from her mixed deliciously with the pleasure of his kisses and caress.
As he approached the spot that caused her the most pain, the most desire, Ellie was practically wreathing beneath him.
“Aidam please…”
“Please what, love?” he responded, voice heavy with desire. “What do you want?”
“I…I…I don’t know.” She could not form a coherent thought. “You…this… more…everything…”
It hurt to try and put words to the release she was seeking. He slid his fingers around her opening, and to her shock, he kissed her,there, at the entrance to her desire. “Aidam!”
“Do ye want me to stop, lass?”
“Nay, ‘twas a shock is all. I didnae ken that men did such things.”
“Aye, lass, the real ones do. And they enjoy it.” He laughed as he gently parted her folds and, using his tongue, tasted her.
The shock of what Aidam was doing quickly faded, feeling took over, and heat began to build within her at a rapid pace. Using his thumb, he encircled the tiny nub of pleasure that seemed to control each pinprick of nerve and electricity inside her body. He built her anticipation with each stroke and kiss, moving his mouth and hand in a rhythm that drove her near madness. Feeling her own womanhood throb and knowing that her release was near, she bucked into him as he quickened the pace of his kiss.
He placed a firm hand on her stomach, holding her down as the fire spread through her entire body. She arched her back and lifted herself into him as pleasure took control. Unable to stop it, she screamed his name into the night.
* * *
Aidam felt the moment he brought Ellie to her release. She came apart at his kiss with an abandon that served to destroy him. He was rock hard. If he were in any position to think about it, he was sure he had never had as stiff a cock. It was due to the beautiful siren who had just realized her pleasure in his arms, and he wanted more. Yet, he would not take her maidenhead this night. Not under his uncle’s roof. What he was discovering with Ellie was pure and good. She was pure and good. When he claimed her as his in that true sense, it would not be in the Sinclair Keep.
He lifted himself up and took her mouth, hard. He pressed his body into hers and made her feel what she was doing to him. Even though his animal instinct was to claim her, drive himself into her with the force of a stallion, he knew she was a virgin, and he cared too much for her. He loved her enough to want her to enjoy it as much as he knew he would.
“Lass, are ye well?” he asked between kisses.
“Aye,” she replied. “Oh, Aidam…that was… I have no words.” They both laughed, and Aidam took her hands into his own.
“That’s how I felt when ye did the same to me,” he said, lightly running his hand up and down her torso, one finger at a time. His own need momentarily forgotten as he watched her chest rise and fall with each breath.
“But when I…” she paused, and he could tell she was feeling shy, trying to find the right words. “When I did that to you, you didn’t?”
“Finish?” he supplied for her.
“Um, yes. You didnae finish.”
“Nay, but the pleasure is also found in the journey, not only the destination.”
“But Aidam, ye need to feel what I just…I mean ye cannae? It isnae fair for ye to give me…” her voice trailed off as he took her mouth in another kiss.
“Lass, we dae nae need to go any further than this tonight,” he said. “We have a lifetime for all the lovemaking the world will allow. For now, seeing ye take yer pleasure is enough for me.”
“But that is twice for me, and none for ye?” she protested. He could not help but laugh.
“It’s nay a competition, lass.”
“No, I suppose it isn’t…”
He brought her close, enclosing her in his embrace as they lay together. Time moved slowly, but not slow enough, and the dawn would be creeping in sooner than he hoped. It was time to formulate a plan for their escape.
“We need to leave Sinclair Keep,” he said.
“Aye, that’s what I was trying to do tonight,” she countered. He could tell, like him, she did not want to break the magical spell of their night, but they had to make a plan.
“Tonight, ye need to return to yer chamber,” he began. “In the morning, break yer fast and act as if nothing is amiss. After the morning maid does her rounds, I’ll come and collect ye for a ride.”
