Page 25 of Never Kiss a Highlander

She had no idea what he meant, but, since he promised to bring her pleasure, she had to trust that he would. Trust. The one word she intended never to use again.

Her thoughts came right back to the activity Finn was doing with his finger. He slid it into the opening between her legs and she nearly shot off the bed. Then he added a second one. “Ye’re so tight, lass.”

“Is that bad?”

“Nay. But ‘twill take some time to get ye ready for me.”

“Doona stop what ye were doing.”

Finn smiled. “No’ a chance, wife.” Once again he covered her mouth, caressing it more than kissing it.

‘Twas no surprise that Alison responded so well to his attentions. Based on their confrontations he’d already determined that the lass had passion inside her. What a waste for her to be tied to a man who didn’t want her.

As his fingers worked, she began to thrash around, moaning and begging. He knew she was close, so he spread her legs and climbed between them, placing his cock at the entrance to her lush body.

He started to slowly enter her while still working the stiff flesh begging for his attention. “I am close to something, Finn,” she panted.

“I ken,mo chridhe,just relax.” He barely got the words out when she tightened the muscles in her legs and let out with a keening sound. He pushed forward until he reached her barrier.

He closed his eyes, almost in pain as he waited for the ripples teasing his cock to stop, not wanting to interfere with her pleasure by causing pain.

She collapsed and, as soon as she did, he surged forward.

“Ouch.”

“I’m sorry, lass, but there won’t be any more pain, just pleasure.”

A lone tear slid down her cheek which he licked away, then took her face in his hand and kissed her gently. She closed her eyes and moved her hips against him.

That was all the invitation he needed. He began to slide in and out, growing faster as her breathing increased and she continued to press against him. Wanting to give her morepleasure, he reached between them and used his thumb to rotate against the stiffening flesh.

His heart pounded as he thrust over and over, her thrashing and moaning driving him to a place he’d never been before.

Soon he let out with a shout as he poured his seed into her just as she began to milk him, having experienced another climax.

He rested his forehead on hers as they both attempted to calm their breathing. After a minute or so, he rolled off her sweat-covered body and pulled her next to him.

It had been quite a while, and perhaps not ever, that he’d had such a release. And to think it had come from his own troublemaking, little wife.

“That was quite nice, husband.”

Finn grinned at her with surprise. “Only nice, Alison? Mayhap I will have to try harder the next time.”

She poked him in the chest. “Nay. ‘Twas more than nice, I just wanted to see that smile of satisfaction on yer face disappear.”

“What will we do now?” Alison asked.

“Go to sleep.”

She rolled over and propped her hand on her upraised hand. “Aye, I agree. I’m weary myself, but what I meant was, how will we go on with this marriage? We ne’er even had a chance to speak since we went from forced marriage to wedding.”

He shifted so his body rested the same way on his side. “Is that how ye feel, lass? Forced?”

“Wasn’t I?”

He shrugged. “No more than I was. But considering that right now ye could be laying in a cold bed by yerself on yer wedding night had things turned out the way they were planned, mayhap forcing ye was a good thing.”

She reached out and pushed a short damp lock of hair from his forehead. “What about ye? Do ye feel forced?”