CHAPTERTWENTY-THREE
Lorna had never ever felt this way before. She’d spent years thinking she was madly in love with someone, but it was the wrong man. This was the man she loved, and he was here with her, in her arms.
His kiss was fiery, messy, and urgent. He lifted her to standing and then pressed his hard body against hers, taking her mouth with deep strokes of his tongue. “Is it true, Lorna?”
“Aye,” she said. “I am sorry if it—”
He kissed her again, grabbing at her gown to pull her closer. “Nae need for talking now. We can talk later,” he said in a rough whisper against the skin of her neck. Lorna’s senses were alive and at attention. Everywhere he touched, whether with his hands or his mouth, left a trail of fire behind him.
She felt herself being shifted toward the bed, and she let it happen, gasping a little at the feel of the mattress on the back of her thighs. Bryce stopped and pulled away; his eyes dark with desire. “Do ye want this, Lorna? Will ye have me?”
“Aye,” she said, pulling him close. “I want ye.”
With one arm, Bryce lifted her from her bottom to shift her onto the bed. His fingers then moved to the laces at her bodice. Lorna smiled at how deftly he worked them, unlacing them enough that the bodice could be removed. She reached back for the laces at her skirts, and in a matter of minutes she was lying before him in only her stays and shift.
“I will do this,” she said boldly, her eyes trailing from his shirt to his trousers. “While ye do yers.”
He chuckled and nodded his head. “Whatever ye say, Milady.” As she removed her stays and slipped out of the straps of her shift, her eyes couldn’t leave the sight before her.
She had seen Bryce shirtless before, but it was now close, right in front of her. She yearned to reach out and touch him. But he pulled away with a grin, his hands on the buttons of his trousers.
“Ye must remove yer shift first,” he said teasingly, and Lorna wondered how they had found such ease between each other even though her stomach felt like it was floating because of her nerves. She had never been with a man fully, didn’t even know exactly what it entailed, and now here she was, about to experience it for the first time. But she felt safe, loved, cared for; and she smiled at him, pulling down her shift to expose her breasts to his view.
His hands on his trousers stilled. “My God,” he said in a reverent tone, making her blush with happiness. Her hand moved to touch her breast, and he reached out to stop it. “Donnae cover them, if that’s what ye mean tae do, lass. I have never seen the like.” With a swift motion, he removed her shift, and then he was leaning over her, pressing his length against her, his mouth headed right for her breast.
Before she could say anything, his hand grasped one breast before his mouth claimed the other, kissing along it until he reached the nipple, where he sucked long and deep. Surprised at the rush of feeling, Lorna pressed up against him, bringing her breast even further into his mouth.
“Ye are perfect, Lorna. So bonny.” He groaned as he moved to treat the other breast with the same attention, and then his mouth moved down her chest, over her stomach, ending in her soft curls.
“But ye,” Lorna said, trying to catch her breath as she felt his tongue flick against her. “Ye are still dressed.”
“Ye first, Lorna,” he said, grinning against her before suckling her softness. He hooked one of her legs over his shoulder, and she cried out as she felt his tongue enter her. Then, he slid a finger inside, and she was shivering already as the pleasure grew and grew.
“Bryce,” she cried, trying to clasp at anything to give her purchase as she felt the swell of growing heat. But after another few flicks of his tongue, Lorna screamed, the pleasure having reached its peak, showering her with tingles and sparks.
Both of them were breathless by the time he stood up again, his hands at the opening to his trousers. “It will hurt a little, Lorna, but then it will be good. So good. I promise ye. I willnae leave here until it is good for ye.” His low voice sent a rumble of new heat through her, wanting him again, even though she was still breathless from the last.
She gasped when she saw him fully naked, his cock erect, standing up before her. Instinctively, she reached out with both hands for it, rubbing along the silky skin, amazed at how it felt both hard and soft underneath her hands. When she began to move her hands, Bryce stopped her.
She looked up to see his neck muscles straining, and his teeth clenched. “Another time, lass. That is so good, but I cannae have it now, or I willnae be able tae pleasure ye while inside ye.”
Raising a crooked brow in question, she laid back, and Bryce leaned over her again, his hands pressing into the bed on either side of her head. She spread her legs to make room for him, and he took one hand and pressed his length against her opening. “I will go slowly, lass, and ye must tell me tae stop whenever ye need me tae. I will.”
She nodded, biting her lip, frustrated by how much she wanted this man, even though she was terribly afraid. He entered her, bit by bit, inch by inch, and she kept biting her lip as the pain grew in sharpness. Her hands pressed into the muscles in his back, and he paused.
“Are ye well?” he asked, whispering into her ear.
“Aye,” she said, even though she wasn’t sure yet, but when he started to move inside of her, her body suddenly relaxed around him, bringing him in. She sighed with delight as he slid a little further inside. She could feel him grinning against her cheek.
He moved a little faster, sliding in and out of her, and she latched onto him, her breath coming quick as the throbbing between her legs increased. But this was it; this was what she’d been craving for so long, and she looked up into Bryce’s eyes, touching his cheek with her hand.
He smiled before kissing her, his hips moving even faster. She felt her pleasure lift and swell, and she angled her hips higher, eliciting a groan from Bryce as he pushed into her again and again.
Her nails bit into his shoulders as she felt her body tightening again around his speeding hips. When he leaned down to kiss her breasts again, she finally came, crying out his name, her fingers twirling in his hair. It was the freest, most beautiful thing she’d ever experienced. Lorna felt like she was finally a woman.
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Bryce came soon after, spilling onto her stomach, unable to contain himself once he felt Lorna’s limbs shudder around him. Breathing hard, he slid to her side, pulling her against him. “I love ye, lass,” he said, placing a kiss on her rumpled hair.
