“Have ye been thinking about this?” he asked, a hint of amusement in his voice. But before Freya could protest it, he added, “Because I have. I’ve been thinking about ye and touching ye like this all the time. Ye have nae idea how much I’ve wanted tae dae this… tae touch ye, tae kiss ye and feel ye around me.”
Freya couldn’t help but moan at James’ admission. Her core throbbed with need under his fingers, pleasure exploding through her as James touched and teased her most sensitive spot. When one of those fingers moved lower, brushing over the seam of her folds before finally pushing inside her, Freya gasped in pleasure, her body spasming around him.
“Good?” James asked. “Tell me.”
Freya could only hum her agreement, hips rolling mindlessly as she chased her pleasure. Before long, James added a second finger, moving them inside her in a way that drove her mad with need. His palm pressing against her mound, he worked her relentlessly until she was almost sobbing with the need to find her release.
“Please,” Freya said. She wanted to reach that peak again, to fall apart around his fingers, but at the same time, she wanted more. She could feel him under her—his manhood, hardened and eager. She wanted him. She wanted to be claimed entirely by him. “Please, James… take me. I’m ready.”
The growl that escaped him reminded Freya of a predator pleased with its hunt. She didn’t need to ask him twice; in a swift movement, she found herself on her back on the soft grass, James settling between her legs.
“Me love,” he said, that one word filled with such adoration that Freya’s heart seized in her chest. He kissed her lips, then her neck. Then, he moved lower and lower, scattering kisses over her chest until he could draw the pebbled nub of her nipple in his mouth. The sudden heat made Freya arch her back off the ground, hips rolling against him in a desperate attempt to get some friction, only for her to feel the swell of his clothed manhood against her.
“Please, please, please…” she said, her words a mindless litany. She needed to feel him inside her, to have him fill every inch and truly make her his.
“Anything ye want… anything, if ye are certain ye want this,” said James as he reached between them once more and removed his length from the confines of his clothes. They were both too eager to waste any more time, and she nodded. They both desired the other too much to take a moment and undress, and Freya had felt no relief like the one that coursed through her when James finally pushed against her entrance.
She braced herself for she didn’t know what to expect, as her mother and the nuns had never spoken to her about such things—she doubted the latter even knew about them. The first breach took her breath away, a strange discomfort lingering for a few moments before melting into a mind-bending pleasure.
Freya had stopped breathing, her muscles tense as James paused for a moment to look down at her. “Shall I stop? Are ye alright?”
“Aye,” Freya was quick to assure him, tilting her hips just so, to urge him to move. “Dinnae stop.”
Slowly, torturously so, James moved until he was buried inside her to the hilt. It felt as though he was taking up every bit of space inside her, filling her to the brim. The sensation took her breath away, her body clenching on its own accord around him and drawing moan after moan from his lips.
“Ye feel like heaven,” he said as he leaned down to kiss her. “I could die inside ye.”
Wrapping her arms and her legs around James, Freya held onto him as he began to thrust inside her. Every drag of his manhood against her walls, every push of his pelvis against her mound, every kiss—it all served to drive her mad with lust. He was all she could see, all she could feel. He and their union were the only things in her mind, every other thought driven away by the pleasure he was giving her.
Each thrust of his hips brought Freya closer and closer to the edge. Heat radiated from her core all the way to her limbs, a tingling sensation running down her spine as James hit a particularly pleasurable spot inside her. She clenched around him, her walls, her arms, her legs, all trying to pull him even closer, even deeper.
“That’s it,” James told her when she moaned his name, her slick flesh now parted with ease around him. “That’s a good lass. Look how well ye’re taking me. Can ye feel how deep inside ye I am?”
Freya nodded frantically, nails digging into James’ back. She could feel him so deep, his manhood reaching where his fingers couldn’t. With every thrust, he pressed against a spot that made her quiver and throb around him, and before long, she was close to her peak.
When he reached between them to tease that sensitive spot over her seam, he only had to circle his fingers a few times for her to finally reach it her orgasm, crashing suddenly into her and making her moan and tremble in his arms. The world around her seemed to go white at the edges, the force of her orgasm sending all the blood rushing to her head. For a long while, she was only aware of her ragged breathing and James’ frantic thrusts as he, too, chased his completion. Soon, he finally spilled inside her with a broken sound tumbling past his lips as he buried himself as deep as he could.
Afterwards, they both lay there, panting. James’ body was draped over her, the weight of him just shy of turning suffocating, but also comforting. Still buried deep inside her, he kissed her deeply, stealing her breath away.
Freya caressed his back, her hands smoothing over the planes of his shoulders. She couldn’t help but laugh; it all seemed so unlikely, so unreal that she could hardly believe it.
“What is so funny, lass?” James asked.
“Naething,” she said. “Just… I never thought I would have this.”
“Neither did I,” James admitted. “But now that I dae, I’ll never let ye go.”
CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO
After the night he had spent with Freya, James couldn’t bring himself to think about what was to come. He knew what needed to be done. He had to return home, he had to go back to his family, to his clan. But all he wanted was to delay it for as long as possible.
The castle was close, though, they were already deep in MacGregor lands. It was only a matter of time before Freya would learn he whole truth about him and who he was.
And it was only a matter of time before he would have to face his parents and declare that he was going to marry Freya no matter what anyone else thought he should do. It was a conversation he was reluctant to have, but one that couldn’t be avoided.
That morning, he and Freya had woken with the sunrise in each other’s arms, the last of the fire still burning next to them to keep them warm and comfortable. James could still feel the ghost of her touch on his skin, the warmth of her body around him.Extricating himself from her arms turned out to be a struggle, it was the last thing he wanted to do.
After preparing their horses and gathering all their items, the two of them continued on their way to Castle MacGregor, much to Freya’s ignorance. The closer they got to the castle, the quieter James got, his mood souring entirely when it appeared in the distance.
