“Wait,” Dunn growled suddenly, his hand reaching for the base of his length and squeezing tightly. Elayne paused, pulling off him slowly with one last drag of her tongue. “I willnae last like this an’ I want tae be inside ye. Come here.”
As he spoke, he pulled her closer, but just as Elayne thought she could settle on his hips, he kept tugging at her, grabbing her waist and making her straddle his face instead.
Elayne flushed from head to toe. Nothing could have prepared her for how exposed she felt like this. Even though Dunn had pleasured her with his mouth before, this felt entirely different and Elayne couldn’t help but squirm in embarrassment, feeling too bare to his gaze.
“Dinnae fash,” he said, craning his neck so that he could brush his lips over her mound, tongue darting out to taste her. Elayne let out a surprised yelp, hips twitching away, but Dunn was quick to grab them and still her. “Come, take yer pleasure from me. Dinnae stop until ye’re satisfied.”
As he spoke, he laid back on the bed and pulled Elayne firmly over his mouth, his hands encouraging her to roll her hips, to grind against him. Elayne had to brace herself against the headboard, fingers curling around the dark wood as she held onto it for dear life. Dunn’s tongue was hot like a branding iron against her, swirling around her folds and prodding against her entrance. A warm wave of pleasure rolled through Elayne’s entire body with every swipe of Dunn’s tongue, every brush of his lips. When those lips closed firmly around her sensitive spot, sucking hard, Elayne all but screamed, the vibrations of Dunn’s answering moan echoing throughout her entire body.
She was so close already, her arousal building up ever since she had first decided that would be the day she would try to pleasure him like that. Dunn wanted her to do as she pleased—he had asked for it, and so Elayne tried to push back all her inhibitions, finally giving in to her desire. She began to roll her hips in earnest, grinding mindlessly on Dunn’s tongue, her eyes rolling back in pleasure.
Dunn’s response was enthusiastic. His muffled moans filled the room, mingling with her own as his hands travelled up her body, fingers closing firmly around her nipples. A few tugs and a swipe of his tongue was all it took for her to reach her climax, falling apart over him as his name was torn out of her in the form of a scream.
It took Elayne several moments to return back to reality, her vision whiting out. When she could move again, she rolled off Dunn and collapsed next to him, gasping when he wiped her slickness off his face with the back of his hand.
He wasn’t done, though. His manhood still strained against his stomach, just as hard as when Elayne had been pleasuring him. With a content sigh, Elayne spread her legs wide and pulled him between them, Dunn instantly guiding himself inside her.
Elayne gasped. She was oversensitive, highly aware of every drag of Dunn’s manhood against her walls. But she was also pliant after her climax, her body slick and open for him, taking him deep inside with the first thrust. Dunn rocked against her slowly as Elayne wrapped her legs around his waist, barely pulling back before he buried himself in all the way once more. His movements didn’t have the feverish urgency of their previous couplings. They were both happy to enjoy those moments, the proximity of their bodies without any hurry.
“Ye’re so big,” Elayne said as she dragged her fingers down the expanse of Dunn’s back. She wasn’t so much trying to seduce him now, like Isobel had told her, but rather simply spoke the truth as Dunn split her open. “I feel ye everywhere. So deep inside me.”
Dunn groaned in her ear, arms wrapping around Elayne as his thrusts became more insistent. The brush of his groin against her with every movement of his hips was enough to bring Elayne close to the edge once more, the stimulation caught somewhere between pleasurable and overwhelming.
“Ye’re so close,” Dunn said and it wasn’t a question. “All ye need is just—” a thrust of his hips, angled just right to have sparks of pleasure bursting behind Elayne’s eyelids, “a little—” another thrust, this one powerful enough to fold Elayne in half,Dunn buried to the hilt inside her. He brought his thumb to his lips, wetting it thoroughly before he pressed it against her most sensitive spot.
“More,” he whispered, thumb circling her relentlessly, once, twice, three times before finally wringing her orgasm out of her. Elayne reached her second climax with a wail and as she clenched hard around Dunn, she brought him over the edge, too, drawing out his own release.
The two of them stayed like that for a long while, sweat cooling on their bodies as they laid together, tangled up in a knot of limbs. Neither of them was willing to move. Dunn laid his head on Elayne’s shoulder, fingers caressing a winding path over her skin, tracing the contours of her hip, the ridges of her ribs, the swell of her breast. All the while, he mumbled muffled praises to her, telling her how beautiful she was, how she was made just for him, how he was going to marry her properly once they were out of that castle.
Elayne fell asleep to Dunn’s sweet words, the smile never once fading from her lips.
As much as Dunn wanted to stay all night with Elayne in bed, they both had work to do. When it was late enough that no one else in the castle was awake, Dunn gently shook Elayne awake, the two of them quickly cleaning up and dressing before they snuck out of their chambers, heading to Laird Macgillivray’s study. If they managed to copy everything they needed thatnight, then they could finally leave that place and Dunn could be reassured that nothing would happen to Elayne again—not while they were with his family.
They made it to the study without bumping into anyone. There were no guards, no one to stop them and question them, though they had several excuses ready to give if they were interrupted. Soon, they were both in the study, copying the laird’s plans under the light of a single candle, trying to be as quiet and as invisible as possible.
Dunn and Elayne worked quickly, their pens scratching out the words hurriedly on several pieces of paper. The entire time, Dunn kept his ears open for any approaching sounds, but it seemed they were all alone in that part of the castle.
Perhaps too alone.
How could it be that there was no one around? Even at that time of the night, with how long it had taken them to copy everything, there should have at least been some guards passing by. Had they been so lucky as to come into the study when the laziest of the guards, who neglected their rounds, were keeping watch? Dunn doubted they were that lucky.
Once they were finished, Dunn rolled up all the papers and put them in his pockets, giving none to Elayne just in case. If they were caught, he could say that it had been all his idea and he was using her to get to the plans. Then, he blew out the candle and opened the door, making sure the corridor was empty before he pulled Elayne along.
There was a peculiar shiver at the back of his neck, though, the hairs on his nape standing at attention. He couldn’t shake the feeling that there were eyes on them, watching their every move, even though he couldn’t spot anyone.
It wasn’t until they reached the end of the corridor that they were suddenly ambushed by four men who had been hiding just around the corner, waiting. Dunn’s hand flew to his dirk, but before he could even remove it from its sheath, pain exploded on the side of his face as one of the men struck him with the hilt of his knife.
The last thing he said before darkness enveloped him was Elayne’s name.
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
Dunn came to slowly, consciousness dragging over him like a wave—just as overwhelming. The first thing he noticed was the pounding headache, so strong that he could hardly open his eyes at first, even the scant light of the torches around him too much to bear.
The second thing he noticed was that he was bound to a chair, his hands tied tightly behind its back, though his legs had been left loose. He didn’t know if that would make much of a difference, though, when he was surrounded by men from all sides, all of them armed.
He looked down at his waist. Naturally, his weapons had been taken.
Next to him, he heard a familiar voice, though at first, he couldn’t decipher what it was saying. He had to focus properly, to force himself to ignore the pain in his skull, to listen.
