She nodded.
“I’ll not rush you,” he whispered, as he touched his lips to hers and swept his tongue inside, while the heat from his body was surprisingly comforting and made her sigh in unexpected content.
He bent his head and kissed her cheek, and sure enough, his reassurances began to calm her nerves. His palm slid up her rib cage, and his thumb settled on the pebbled tip of her breast. He flicked it back and forth, while he kissed her collarbone with parted lips and a probing tongue, sending tiny waves of eroticism shimmying down her spine. Her legs parted, and he settled himself more comfortably between her thighs.
She trembled at the desire racing through her body, while her hips began to pulse. He laid kisses across her shoulder and down to her breasts, where he licked and suckled tirelessly for such a duration that the minutes began to blur into one exquisite path of rapture, leading her somewhere unfamiliar and thrilling in its promise of adventure.
A flaming heat began deep inside her. She cupped his head in her hands and let out a tiny moan.
He paused and gazed down at her. She felt suddenly lost in a feverish delirium and wondered if she’d had too much wine during the celebrations, but no… that was not the case. This delirium was something else. It was erotic and emotional, and she suspected she was in fact going to enjoy herself more than she ever imagined she could.
He held her in his gaze as he slid his hand between her thighs and began to stroke her. The memory of what he did to her five nights ago still burned in the fires of her imagination, and the intensity of his expression filled her with courage and daring, and a genuine desire to please him.
She reached down and wrapped her hand around his manhood, and was amazed by his size and stiffness. “Show me how to touch you.”
“You’re doing fine, lass. You need no instruction.”
With growing passion, she stroked him, measuring her success by the intensity of his responses—the catch of his breath in his throat, the movement of his hips, and the passion in his kiss.
Keen to explore, she squeezed down lower, but he lightly seized her wrist. “Not so aggressive with that part of me, lass. It requires a softer touch.”
“Did I hurt you?” She was mortified.
“I’ve survived worse.”
He lowered his mouth to hers again, and they each resumed their explorations. Angus rubbed and stroked her until she was drowning in wetness, then at last he shifted and positioned the swollen tip of his erection against her tender maidenhead.
“You’re ready for me. Can you feel it?”
She nodded and braced herself, for he would now claim her as his wife. She would belong to him. No other man would ever receive what she was about to give him.
He pushed forward, hard up against the delicate barrier of her virginity, and paused. “Am I hurting you?”
“A little,” she replied, “but don’t stop.”
He thrust forward again, more deeply this time, and the pain was significant, for he was incredibly large.
“Are we almost there?” she asked, clutching at his shoulders, biting her lower lip.
“Aye.”
He gave one final thrust, all the way in, deep to the hilt, easing himself into the confines of her virginity, until it existed no more.
Her body stiffened at the painful invasion, and yet she wanted it.
Angus gave her a moment to grow accustomed to the feel of his body inside of hers. He lay very still. “Are you all right?”
A bewitching fever was overtaking her senses. She didn’t feel like herself. Whatever pain she was experiencing seemed trivial compared to the raw need to drive her hips forward. Erotic sensation flooded through her body, and his initial penetration soon became a series of them, creating a rhythm of rapture that left her breathless. She clung to his shoulders and wrapped her legs around his hips, matching each of his deep, smooth, pounding thrusts, measure for measure, delighting in the pain that still lingered with the friction.
His body grew damp with perspiration. She cried out and tossed her head back on the pillows. She was slick with moisture as he worked deftly in and out of her.
She was his now, it was done, and she knew that when he finally spilled his seed into her womb, their union would be sealed forever.
Her mother had been right. This was indeed something to enjoy.
She dug her fingernails into his buttocks, and pulled him all the way in, as deep as he would go.
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