Page 59 of Claimed Highland Brides

Their audience clapped and cheered with joy as Daividh leaned slowly down and laid his lips on Fiona’s. She parted her lips for him, tongue questioning slightly. His own tongue touched hers in answer and then he pulled back, eyebrows raised in promise, and smiled. Her hands were shaking as she grasped his and let him lead her to the awning where the wedding breakfast awaited them.

Once all the traditions were observed, the couple danced the lang reel around the estate, all their guests breaking off from the reel as they reached their cottages. At long last, Daividh and Fiona stood in front of the door to their chambers in the north wing of the castle. Not a sound was to be heard anywhere close by. Fiona’s heart pounded so fast and loud she was afraid that Daividh would hear it.

“Are ye afeared?” he asked, peering at her as he placed his hand on the doorknob.

Mutely, she shook her head and he smiled, taking her hand and leading her into the room. The bed was freshly made and scattered with petals of meadowsweet and marigold. Fiona took a deep breath and turned to Daividh.

“We’ve come a long way tae be here today.”

“Aye, my love.” He caught her by the waist, reeling her in with a grin. “And what a journey it has been.”

She snaked her arms around his neck, head inclined flirtatiously to the side. “Will ye take me the noo?”

His eyes shone and he leaned toward her. “Gladly.”

Their lips met in a searing kiss, hearts beating in synchronous excitement. Daividh’s hands trailed downward from her waist and squeezed her bottom tight, then pulled her into him so she could feel his excitement. His big hands closed around her legs and lifted her up.

She squeaked in surprise, holding on tighter to his neck as he took the two steps that brought them to the bed. Laying her gently on the cover, he began to divest her first of her slippers and then her stockings, his fingers igniting a fire on her flesh everywhere they touched. She bit her lip to keep from making embarrassing sounds but he shook his head, chidingly.

“Let me hear you,” he said and she let herself go with a sigh, leaning backwards and moaning softly as his hands tickled the underside of her feet before discarding her stockings on the floor. He closed his hand around her ankle, his grip firm, and squeezed as his other hand pulled at her arisaid and flung it off. She was left in just her shift, which he made short work of as she lay helpless, unable to decide what to do with her hands.

His own landed on her breasts, kneading gently as he feasted upon the sight of her unclothed body.

She reached for him, making a needy sound, and he leaned forward to kiss her lips, his body pressing down on hers. Instinctively, she widened her legs, making space for him to fit between them.

He groaned in her ear before mouthing at her neck, his hands reaching for his breeches and tearing open the buttons before he used his legs to pull them off.

She could feel him against her, hard as iron and big. For a moment her heart quailed in fear. Julieta had explained to her about where his manhood was supposed to go and she just did not think it would be possible.

He made soothing noises in her ear as if he could sense her fear, his hands caressing her thighs softly, gently. She relaxed, knowing that Daividh could never deliberately hurt her, and put her arms around him, surrendering completely.

Her submission drove him wild and he claimed her mouth, plundering it with fierce passion and unrestrained joy. His hand snaked beneath them, lifting her thighs and urging her legs to lock around his waist. She stiffened as she felt his fingers questing at her entrance, but he suckled at a sensitive spot on her neck and she relaxed with a moan. Before she knew it, his hand was rubbing at a sensitive nub inside her and she was squirming hungrily, needily into his touch.

“Daividh,” she murmured, pulling ineffectually at his sark. He used one hand to pull it up and off of him before increasing the pressure on her nub.

“Please,” she whispered, although she didn’t know what she was asking for. She felt his thickness against her as his hand disappeared, the wet soft flesh rubbing against that very same spot before pushing into her. She gasped, body bracing for invasion, and he kissed her neck softly, soothing her and urging her to relax.

He pushed in deeper, opening her slowly like a hot knife sinking into butter. She felt her flesh give way, stretching wide in a way she’d never experienced before. His hardness continued to invade her, sinking deeper and deeper until she felt a pull and then pain. She jerked and he froze, kissing her cheek and chin, murmuring apologies into her flesh. She breathed shallowly, trying to get used to it all as he waited patiently.

“Fiona?”

“Ah’m alrigh’,” she reassured him, though she was not sure it was true. He pushed further into her and she widened her legs to give him room. His hardness brushed against her flesh, heightening its sensitivity, causing bolts of sensation to shoot every which way, making her hungry for more.

Suddenly he thrust fast and deep, bottoming out inside her in one fell swoop. She gasped, taken aback by the sheer immediacy of his presence. He surrounded her inside and out; he was around her and within. It was overwhelming.

“Are ye alrigh’?” he whispered into the flesh behind her ear.

She nodded shakily. “Aye.”

“Hold on to me then. Ah’m aboot to take ye for a ride.”

She tightened her grip on his neck as he pulled back and then thrust into her, again and again, seeming to cause sparks to ignite within, fueling a hunger for something she could not name. She cried out for him, pawing at him, pulling him closer as he moaned into her ear, his deep baritone fanning the flames of her desire. His pace increased, became more erratic as his breathing became jerky and uncoordinated.

His thrusts grew harder and faster, her head almost banging into the headboard with the force of it. He placed his hand over her hair to cushion her, his body pistoning into her. She closed her eyes, feeling something bearing down upon her like a cloud. It descended in a shower of sparks as her center seemed to explode and for a moment, everything went white.

His body went rigid and then he began to convulse, pouring wetness into her which her body gladly received, milking him for every drop. She flopped back onto the bed, breathing hard, eyes closed.

“Are ye alrigh’?” he asked, sounding extremely concerned.

“I am...fulfilled,” she whispered.