“I’m twenty-nine,” she clarified.
“I ken that. And I prefer it. I dinna have acare for any of the shy virgins paraded in front of me o’er theyears.”
The thought of other women vying for hisattention made her a little jealous, but she let it go. He wasmarried to her after all. “You don’t care about my lack ofvirginity, but it would have mattered if I’d loved someoneelse?”
“Aye. ‘Twould have mattered sorely. I wouldforever be competing with a mon I could never meet to kill.”
Now she was curious. “Why would you havewanted to kill him?”
“Because I want your love to be only forme.”
Her heartbeat picked up at his confession.“Then you have nothing to worry about.” She wanted to say her lovebelonged to him, but her tongue felt tied and her belly knotted.Apparently one downed emotional wall at a time was enough for herboth mentally and physically.
“’Tis good to hear,” Lachlan murmured.
She threw the covers aside and away from herbody then waited for him to notice. He finally looked down andstilled. She always wore the short chemise to bed. Tonight she wasfully nude and ready to be with him.
“Dinna tease me, wife,” he said thickly.
She was naked by candlelight, but Veronicaknew he could see everything. Aroused and wanting him, she spreadher legs and put her hands over her head, thrusting her heavybreasts up. Her nipples were stiff, her breathing growing labored.“I’m not teasing,” she softly promised. “I want you, Lachlan.” Hewas huge, powerful, and sexy. “I was a fool to wait so long.”
He was on top of her in the blink of an eye,his muscular body settling between her thighs. She lifted her armsto run her hands over his cornrows, but he pushed them back overher head, pinning her to the bed. His breathing was labored,perspiration making his forehead glisten. Her nipples grew achinglyharder. Lachlan was the ultimate primal male personified, the stuffof legends and movies.
“I canna be gentle this eve,” he told her,his voice hoarse. “’Tis sorry I am.”
Veronica smiled. “I don’t want you to beanyway. I—”
Lachlan surged inside her, impaling her toher core. She gasped and cried out, not prepared for the length andgirth of him. “Tell me when you are accustomed to my size,” heground out. He slowly began to move inside her. “I need to rideyou.”
It took a few slow strokes, but her eyesfinally stopped watering. His cock felt good—so damn filling. Maybeshewasa virgin, at least by comparison. “Fuck me,” shepractically begged him. “Fuck me hard.”
Her hands still pinned over her head by hismassive ones, Lachlan began to ride her, his breathing heavy as hefucked her pussy like an animal. He surged in and out, impaling herover and over, the sound of their perspiration-soaked bodiesslapping against each other with every stroke permeating the air.She moaned as her tits jiggled, her nipples growing acutelysensitive. He lowered his head and sucked on one, a growl eruptingfrom his throat. She gasped, wanting him to devour her. He kept upthe possessive pace, his every stroke branding and claimingher.
“Lachlan,” Veronica panted, fucking himback, meeting his every stroke with her welcoming hips. “Keepfucking me,” she pleaded. “Oh my God, don’t stop!”
He growled as he fucked her impossiblyharder and faster. He thrust inside her over and over, again andagain and again. The pressure deep inside her was intense andpulsating. She came on a guttural moan, her nipples stabbing up tothe point of hurting. The pleasure and pain mingled, intensifyingthe experience.
“You are mine,” he ground out, spearing inand out of her cunt. “Only mine.” He kept up the ferocious pace,taking her over and over, again and again. The bed rocked with theforce of his thrusts.
She could tell he was getting ready to come.He continued to impale her, his face tensing and his nostrilsflaring. He fucked her once, twice, three times more before hisentire body shuddered. He came on a loud roar. He kept stroking inand out as he came, fucking her with near violence. Once replete,he steadily slowed his pace, eventually stopping as he collapsed ontop of her.
Releasing her hands, they held onto eachother for a long while, their breathing labored. “That wasincredible,” Veronica praised, her hands feeling all over his bodyand settling on his ass. She kept rubbing him there, loving thefeel of his steely, chiseled buttocks.
“Aye, ‘twas.” He must have enjoyed herexploring touch for he practically purred. “Now you are my wife intruth. Dinna forget that.”
*****
Lachlan awoke on a shuddered breath,Veronica’s mouth wrapped around his hard cock. She picked up herpace when she realized he was awake, sucking him fast and greedily.He groaned, his hand finding her hair and holding it back so hecould watch. ‘Twas the dead of the eve for the candles had burneddown long ago, yet his eyes had adjusted to the dark. He could seeenough to become further aroused.
“Mmmm,” she hummed around his stiffcock, driving him mad. “Mmmm.”
“Suck on me faster,” Lachlan bade herthrough gritted teeth. He used both hands to guide her, her ambercurls tangled around his fingers.
His wife sucked faster, her head bobbing upand down, his arousal heightening by the suctioning soundaccompanying everra stroke. His breathing grew ragged as shecontinued to suck, moaning and groaning around his stiff cock.
“You belong to me,” he instructed her again,his muscles cording, his voice raw and husky. She sucked faster andfaster, harder and more determinedly, sending him o’er the edge.“I’m coming,” he rasped, his hands still guiding her bobbing head.“I’m coming.”
Veronica kept sucking and sucking andsucking. Her desire to please him was palpable.
