His body pulsed and shook for long minutes as his heartbeat returned to normal. She lifted herself off him and lay by his side. Clearly, she’d found more pleasure in that position, but he could not wait to find other ways to explore the extent of her passion.
And with that thought he was suddenly starving. He pulled a sheet over them both and then sat up to scan the chamber. Their hosts had thought of everything. On a side table was some bread and cheese and meat and a tankard with two goblets.
“Are you hungry?” he asked her.
“Nay, Alexander, I am not,” she said, her voice holding a tone of sleepy satedness.
“Do you mind if I sit up for a moment and have something?”
“I don’t mind at all,” she said, this time even quieter.
Alexander pulled a quilt over her and got out of bed to fill his now rumbling belly. He sat by the small fire for a while, eating a few bites and sipping the mead that had been provided. From time to time, he glanced over at the small mound in the bed. He’d never dreamed such a woman could exist. He’d known some women in his life and had enjoyed those who knew their way around a man’s body. But he’d never experienced anything the likes of what they had just shared. She was so unbridled in her expression of passion. He’d suspected they would be compatible from their other encounters, but nothing could have prepared him for this.
Alexander finished his meal and mead and crawled into bed beside her. She was on her side facing away from him, so he wrapped his arm around her waist and pulled her close to his body. He reacted as soon as her firm round bottom touched his cock. It was like she was crafted to perfectly fill his every passionate need.
In her sleep, she pushed back against him when he reached up tocup her breast. She groaned when he lightly pinched her nipple. Alexander reached down and slid two fingers inside her and teased until she was wet enough then slid his now rock-hard cock into her, achingly slowly. He wondered at what point she would awaken knowing he would never dare such an act if her body did not respond, or if he thought for one second she would not want this.
Holding onto her hip, he rocked in and out until he felt her pulse around him. She gasped as her orgasm took hold.
“Oh God, harder, please,” she said.
He pulled her up onto her hands and knees and thrust hard and fast and deep within her, his fingers digging into her hips. She clutched the sheets in front of her as she pushed back onto him as hard as he was onto her.
“Harder, please, harder,” she said in a whimpering plea.
Alexander gripped her hips harder and slammed his cock into her as hard as he had wanted, holding nothing back as he watched her perfect ass move in front of him and her head tilt upward as she repeated, “oh God” and “oh aye” over and over until she stiffened, and her body tightened around him drawing his seed into her.
She rested on her arms with her head down as her heavy breathing slowed while she still pulsed and twitched. When they were both fully finished, they collapsed onto the bed and Alexander managed to pull the sheets onto them before falling into a deep slumber that offered no dreams or torments, but pure exhausted deep sleep.
Chapter Twenty
Marion jolted awakeas the carriage dipped and rocked on the road. It took her a few moments to remember where she was and why her body felt like she’d been run over by a dozen horses. She smiled as she recalled just the one stud who was responsible for the soreness between her legs and the tenderness she felt all over.
If anyone had told her that lovemaking with her newly wedded husband would have been like that, she would never have believed them. Despite her mild discomfort, she could not deny she wanted him again and looked forward to discovering all the new ways he’d promised her they would pleasure one another.
They’d risen early the day before and made their good-byes to their hosts and then to her family. She’d hopefully see them again around Yuletide but would spend the remainder of the fall at Inverary Castle as its new countess. She had no idea what was expected of her since Jean had run the place with such perfection; she had no idea how she could possibly live up to her standards, but she would try. She understood Alexander’s wishes to return immediately since the issue relating to Jean was unresolved and he did not want it to hang over their heads any longer, particularly when he’d confessed to her all he wanted to do now was enjoy his new wife.
She wondered what he would say if she sat atop him and woke him up in the same way as she had on their wedding night. She hadbeen dreaming of him, delicious dreams where he kissed and nibbled every inch of her, and the next thing she knew, he was bringing her to full pleasure again, but this time on her hands and knees, and her climaxes just kept coming. She was thoroughly spent by the time her body had been satisfied that she was asleep before she could say good night to him.
They’d stayed at the same inn as before, spending a quiet night wrapped in one another’s arms, loving, then sleeping when they wanted and then loving all over again. Marion had never known such bliss could exist.
Now looking across the carriage at him with his head gently bobbing up and down, she thanked whatever power that was responsible for bringing him to her. She could not imagine living without him, and to think she had convinced herself she did not want or need marriage. It turned out she both wanted and needed him.
Looking out through the window, the landscape changed from rolling meadows to sharp mountains off in the distance. She had already fallen in love with this part of the country and now it would be her home.Their home.
She supposed now all her parents’ focus would be on Alice. They were surely in for a time keeping her in check. But for all her bravery, Marion did wish a similar match as her own. Alice deserved love and happiness. And so did Jean. So what if the man she loved was not an earl or a laird. Love, it seemed, did not discriminate. Would Alexander see that? Would he interfere and keep them apart, or would he let them court properly?
Her own courtship was more than unconventional and with good reason. She could not imagine the passion explosion of the past two days happening out of wedlock. Maybe that was what bothered Alexander so much about discovering the pair, and thinking back, she could now fully understand why he was so distressed. If she were to discover Alice in such a situation, she was sure she would react inmuch the same way.
She did want to support Jean, but she did not want to interfere with Alexander’s decisions. How could she support both of them without seeming to interfere?
“You look like you have the weight of the world on your shoulders,” he said, rousing her from her musings.
Turning to him with a smile, she said, “Nay. Just thinking about us and thinking about Jean.”
His expression turned from soft and sleepy to concern as his brows drew together. “I know you mean well—”
She put her hand up. “You need not worry. I will not interfere, in that you can be assured. If you want my thoughts, I will happily provide them, but she is your sister, and I will support whatever you decide as you know what is best for her.”
