She didn’t know what she wished. It was barely past the morning meal and she was about to experience her wedding night to a man she’d met only days ago and up to this point was her captor and enemy. Put that way, she did not know if any of this was real or if it was all some outlandish dream and she would awake at any moment back in her chamber atDunvegan.
Sheona turned in his arms and gazed up into his eyes. She traced her fingers along his scar. “How did thishappen?”
“In battle lastyear.”
“Does it botheryou?”
“No. Does it botheryou?”
She smiled. Surprisingly, it did not. It added character to his face, which she discovered she liked to look at verymuch.
“No, my lord MacDonald. It does not bother me at all. I am not some timid lass who has not seen battle-hardened menbefore.”
She’d helped stitch up her clansmen often enough over the years to have grown accustomed to the more gruesome reality ofwarfare.
“Not timid are you?” He reached around to loosen the ties at the back of her gown. “Just how brave are you, Lady MacDonald? Will you bare yourself forme?”
His voice was deep and rough and sent shivers through her. When he had unfastened then, she pulled her gown up and over her head, leaving only her shift. As his hot gaze flicked across her body, she grewbolder.
“And how about you, my lord? Will you bare yourself for me?” Heat flared in her cheeks the moment she said the words. She did not know how to seduce a man, but she enjoyed the wicked flash that passed across his features at herquestions.
Malcolm moved away from her and bolted the door. As he returned, he released his belt and let his plaid fall away. Standing there in a linen shirt he crossed his arms and cocked onebrow.
“Yourturn.”
She hesitated, and pulled up her shift a little at a time to reveal her legs, her thighs and in one fluid movement, tugged it over her head and threw it at him. The curl of his mouth as he caught the garment melted her insides. His gaze lingered like a caress as he studied every curve of herbody.
Sheona tried to cover her breasts and womanhood, but he shook hishead.
“Please let me see all of you. I wish to look upon you for a moment, Sheona. By God you areenchanting.”
Malcolm inched his shirt up over his body as he moved toward her. The thick muscles of his chest beckoned her fingers. Once he was near enough, she could not resist stroking their curves. He sucked air through his teeth when she touched him and the sound made her thighssqueeze.
With the backs of his fingers he brushed her cheek and then all the way down to the top of her breast. Her nipples pebbled from the chill in the air and his nearness. She wasn’t bold enough to look down to see the part of him that had hardened when he sat behind her the day before. So she kept her gaze locked on his face, loving the heat flaring in hiseyes.
“Sheona. Solovely.”
He bent low to capture her lips. She didn’t hesitate to kiss him back this time. His mouth moved over hers in a sensual dance. Liquid heat coursed through her body and left her craving histouch.
As if sensing her need, or satisfying his own, Malcolm lifted her into his arms and carried her to the bed. He tossed her in the middle and covered her body with his own, spreading her legs wide in theprocess.
The shock of being so exposed made her try to close her legs again, but he would not lether.
“Don’t fight it, Sheona. Let your body get used to the feel ofmine.”
Before she could protest, his mouth was on hers again, probing, tasting. Sheona reached up to the back of his neck and pulled him down harder, giving back with as much fervour as he offered. His hand slid down the side of her body to cup her breast and her body arched off the bed in response, rubbing against the coarse hair on his chest. Every part of him that touched her sparked new flames across her skin. But the most intense was between her thighs and where his thick member pressed against her. She knew what had to happen, but could not imagine what it would feel like to be truly impaled byhim.
Malcolm trailed kisses down her neck and toward her nipples. When he took one in his mouth her body bucked. His hand moved down toward her core and his fingers grazed her mound. How much longer would the torture go on? She craved his touch, ached to have him touch her there, but was mortified at such wanton thoughts. The higher he brought her, the more she wantedhim.
Sheona lifted her hips toward him in invitation and he responded by positioning himself at her hot, wet opening. He cradled her and pressed his lips to hers as he slowly entered her. At first there was only pressure, but soon a searing pain made her cry out. She panted not knowing if she would be able to stand it, but he moved deeper into her and the sharpness subsided. He was so thick, and her body struggled to accommodatehim.
“Let your body adjust, love.” He kissed her forehead and her cheeks and then her lips, ever so softly, and eased his thick erection into her body and back outagain.
The friction of his movement slowly turned her discomfort back to pleasure. Sheona moved her hips in time with his as his thrusts became more urgent. His breath was hot on her neck as the intensity mounted between them. The ache she’d felt earlier was nothing to the need building inside her, coiling and ready to springloose.
“Malcolm—” She didn’t know what she wanted him to do, but her body was ready to explode and the harder he drove into her the worse itbecame.
“Let yourself go, Sheona. Fly withme.”
