When his hand trailed down to the apex of her thighs, he broke their kiss. “I’m going tae worship yer body, lass,” he told her, brushing his lips to the underside of her jaw. “Until I’m the only one ye think of.”
Ferra wanted to tell him that hewasthe only one she thought of, but the words died in her throat when his lips found her nipple, his tongue circling the sensitive peak.
By the gods, she had never felt anything like it.
When his hand brushed the curls at her thighs, she gasped, bucking against his hard body.
Kaiden lifted his head and met her eyes. “Wot?”
“Ye’re going tae slow,” she panted, urging him on. Her body wanted something more, something that he wasn’t given her.
“I’m worshipping ye, remember?” he answered, his mouth pressing a kiss on the underside of her breast. “I’m not done yet.”
Ferra’s lips parted as he moved down her body, settling himself between her legs.
He cannae mean to...that isnae something that...
But he did, and she closed her eyes against the feel of his tongue on her nether region, her hands clenching the sheets as he teased her.
When his finger slipped between her folds, Ferra nearly came up off the bed. “Kaiden,” she gasped, the pressure building within her body.
He tore his mouth away. “Give it tae me, love,” he said, blowing his breath over her dampened curls.
Ferra held on as long as she could, but the moment that his tongue returnedthere, she sobbed his name as she did as he asked.
She let go.
Her body was still trembling from the waves of pleasure when her husband rose above her, bracing himself with his hands on the bed. “’Tis going tae hurt a bit,” he said as he posed himself at her entrance. “I cannae...”
She reached up and framed his face, forcing him to meet her eyes. “’Tis fine, Kaiden. I trust ye.”
Kaiden leaned down and pressed his lips to hers before she felt him press into her slowly, the pain mounting but not unbearable. Her hands clutched at his broad shoulders to pull him all the way against her, filling her the rest of the way.
“Lass,” he rasped as Ferra attempted to get used to the feel of him.
Thiswas what her sisters whispered about? Now she understood what it meant to be a wife—a true wife, in all aspects of the word.
11
Two days later, Kaiden sat with his father in the study, a bottle of whiskey between them. He had just finished giving the full report of the attack that had brought so much destruction to their clan. There were still the injured in the keep, so that his wife could have easier access to the wounded.
Kaiden had ensured that each member of the clan received a proper burial, attending some on behalf of his father. They were somber events, but also a reminder of what he must do now that he was back on his feet, ready to fight for his clan.
“Something must be done,” he finished, curling his hand into a fist. “We cannae allow this tae not be answered.”
“Aye, I know,” his father sighed, wiping his hand over his face wearily. “But this has tae be planned, Son. I wilnae put any more lives in danger.”
Kaiden slumped in his chair. “But that is evitable if we go tae battle.” As a warrior, Kaiden knew that every time he rode into battle, he might not come home. A warrior’s cry, if nothing else, stated just that. If it hadn’t been for Erik, he wouldn’t have come home this last time.
Nor would he have met Ferra.
Kaiden’s body reacted to just thinking about his wife and their day together a few days ago, where he took her maidenhead and made her his wife.
More than once, at that.
But ever since that day, he had not found her in his bed, and Kaiden wanted nothing more than to have Ferra next to him. More than once, he had attempted to seek her out, but she was always tending to the injured.
Either that or she was finding ways to avoid him, which didn’t bode well for Kaiden. Had he hurt her?
