“You know what I mean. The other time… when you came to my bed… You didn’t stay very long.”
He felt suddenly as if the walls were closing in around him, so he started for the door. “I’ll not explain myself to you. I am laird here. I’ll do what I want, and leave a room when I please.”
He yanked the door open.
“Even if you leave your wife unsatisfied?”
He halted abruptly in the doorway, seething with a mixture of fury and arousal, which had not abated since the moment she’d offered to let him have her again.
He turned and reentered the room. She stared at him with wide eyes—terrified, probably, that she had crossed a line, which she most definitely had.
He kicked the door shut behind him and strode back to the bed—for he had something important to prove to her: Angus the Lion never left any woman unsatisfied. Especially not his wife.
***
Gwendolen sat frozen in shock as her husband approached, for she was baffled by the stormy nature of her emotions. One minute she was overcome with desire and enraptured with her new husband. The next minute, she was shouting insults at him across the room and bracing herself for his sexual retaliation.
She had not intended to rouse his anger, but he couldn’t just leave her like that. This was their wedding night, and he had just put an end to her life as a virgin.
He advanced to the side of the bed and pointed at the mattress in front of him. “Right here.”
She moved to the place where he indicated.
“Now lie back.”
She did as he commanded, and he wrapped his arms around her thighs and dragged her to the edge of the bed. He placed his hands on her knees and looked down at her. Her legs stretched wide, opening for him.
Feet still on the floor, he leaned over her and laid hot, openmouthed kisses on her breasts. His callused hands stroked up and down her sides, over her hips and down to her calves, then he used his mouth to blaze a trail of kisses down her flat, quivering belly. He probed her navel with his tongue.
She grew weak with yearning and the excitement of the unknown, as he kissed her hips and made her squirm with delight.
“How’s this, lass?” he asked in a low, seductive voice. “Is this what you want from me?”
She could do nothing but nod earnestly as he knelt on the floor and brushed his lips across her inner thighs. A soft gasp escaped her when his mouth and tongue plunged into the sensitive core of her womanhood.
She’d thought she’d experienced everything earlier when he claimed her virginity and poured his seed into her, but this was something new and unimaginable. She had not known how intimate the marriage act could be—or how satisfying. He was driving her to the brink of madness.
She bucked and writhed on the bed as he pleasured her, and soon she was plunging down that raging, foamy river of sensation. When it finally came, the orgasm was excessive to the point of excruciating. She clutched the bedcoverings in both fists and cried out, while he continued to thrust his tongue into her, until her arms fell open and she was faint with exhaustion.
Angus rose to his feet and rested his fisted knuckles on the bed on either side of her.
Her eyes fluttered open. She felt groggy. Drunk. And very happy.
“Are you satisfied now?” he asked.
She could barely think through the sexual fog that was clouding her brain, but somehow she managed to nod her head.
“Good. Now maybe I can have some peace and quiet.”
He stalked to the door, but halted before he opened it.“Bluidy hell,”he whispered.
She leaned up on both elbows, wondering dazedly what he was going on about. He swung around to face her.
“I can’t go down there like this.” He was aroused again. His kilt wasn’t hanging right. “Are you willing to have another go?”
“Oh yes,” she answered breathlessly. “And since I’m already well satisfied, there’s no need for foreplay.”
Her ferocious Highlander returned to her, and with a fiery glint in his eye, said, “Are you sure, lass? Because I’m feeling energetic. This might last a while.”
