Page 75 of Scandalous: Family Ties and Spies

“Nothing…nothing else? I have nae even started, ye arrogant Sassenach. I am a Rockwood, and ye will give me the respect I’m due as your wife. That means ye will bed me and make me cry out your name as loudly and as often as ye fuk me.”

The ferocity of her decisive order charged the small space between them. Hands planted on her wide hips, Amalie glared up at her husband with a belligerent tilt of her chin. For a moment, she wasn’t sure he was going to answer her. Suddenly, a shout of laughter escaped his beautiful, sensual lips. It was the last thing she’d expected from him, and her jaw sagged with the same stunned disbelief she’d felt when he'd adamantly spelled out how beautiful her curves were to him. Recovering her senses, Amalie jabbed him in the chest again.

“Dinnae ye laugh at me, ye bawbag from hell.”

“I’m not laughing at you, my adorable country mouse. I’m laughing because you never cease to surprise me,” he chortled. “And now that you’ve unsheathed your claws to threaten the cat, I think it only fair to warn you this cat is hungry to devour his wife.”

Amalie didn’t have time to think, all she could do was gasp as Valeran tugged her into him and kissed her hard. There was no punishment in it. Instead, it was oil on the fire inside her that erupted in one blistering wave of heat. The world suddenly tilted on its axis as Valeran swept her up in his arms and carried her toward the bed.

“Dinnae ye dare dump me on that bed and walk away again, Lord Sommerville.”

His title barely escaped her lips before she gasped in surprise, then fury, as he dropped her for a second time this evening. Elbows pressing into the mattress, Amalie started to scramble to her feet and fight another battle, but Valeran didn’t give her the chance. In a flash of movement, his muscular body settled on top of her, and she gasped as the hard thickness of his erection settled between her legs.

“I’m not about to let the mouse escape this time, sweetheart. In fact, I intend to eat every inch of her, then take what belongs to me.”

She trembled at the promise his words conveyed. The words passing his lips had barely died away as his mouth teased first one breast and then another. Arching upward, she silently begged for more. When he ignored her unspoken plea, she whimpered with frustration. Dear God, he really was going to make her beg. Gritting her teeth, she knew whatever her husband demanded, she would do. There was no other option, because just as she needed air to breathe, she needed him to feel alive.

His mouth blazed a fiery trail down over her belly, and his hands gently spread her legs apart. Immediately, her body grew rigid. She knew the first time would hurt, her mother had told her that, but she’d reassured Amalie it wouldn’t last for long. Still, she feared exactly how painful it would be, because everything she’d felt so far had been nothing short of ecstasy.

“Trust me, sweet mouse. The only toying the cat intends to do with his wife tonight is to make everything as pleasurable as possible.” There was a gentle tenderness in his words that made her tremble as his mouth brushed across her belly. “Your body was made for lovemaking, mouse. Never let anyone make you believe you’re anything but the beautiful, rare woman you are.”

His voice was a hypnotic mix of soft warmth and possessiveness as his lips nibbled at her hip. Her family was never short on compliments, but no one had ever called her beautiful and rare in the same breath. She sighed, then gasped as he slid first one, then two fingers into her. As he stroked her insides, her body tightened with unexpected pleasure. Writhing against his intimated caresses, she moaned with delight. Laughter whispered against her skin.

“I don’t know which of you I like better, the country mouse, the Scottish spitfire, or the fiery siren I’m about to unleash.”

“I think I like Scottish spitfi—”

Her words died in her throat the moment his thumb rubbed against the sensitive nub of flesh at the rim of her sex. Trembling from the sensations spinning through her, she released a cry of sheer delight, and her hips jerked against his hand. A rough, quiet sound whispered out of him as she called out his name. Dark and sinful, it wove its way around her and heightened the delicious ache his fingers were building inside her.

“Do you know how badly I’ve wanted to explore every inch of you since you fell into my arms that day on the cnoc beag,” his voice was a desert breeze blowing hot against her skin just above the apex of her thighs. Barely able to breathe, she whimpered as he blew a fiery breath across the sensitive skin where her belly met her nether regions.

“I’ve wanted to pleasure you in ways you could never imagine. And I’ve imagined time and again how it would feel when I buried myself inside you. But I also want you to feel pleasure too.”

His voice was a whispered caress over her entire body as his lips suddenly moved further downward, and his tongue slid into the spot where his fingers had been. The shock of it made her cry out in surprise before the sound changed and became one of intense pleasure. The rough edge of his tongue scraped over her sensitive skin, sending a white-hot heat rushing across every nerve ending his mouth found.

This hadn’t been in the book the maids had found under her cousin’s pillow. Never in her wildest dreams had she ever thought a man could pleasure a woman in this way. And dear God, it was sheer bliss. Her hands clutched at his shoulders as a shudder rocked her body the instant his teeth abraded the small nub in her folds.

The mewling cry she released made him grip her thighs to hold her in place. The hedonistic desire inside her unfurled its wings and spread its fire into every cell in her body. Unable to think, flames engulfed her as his tongue and mouth stroked, sucked, and nibbled at her. He explored all the places she’d only touched in the dark.

But sweet heaven, her fingers had never made her ready to jump out of her skin in the way his tongue and lips were doing now. She released another keening cry as he gently bit down on the plump flesh between her folds. Every nerve ending in her body throbbed and rejoiced as his tongue continued its deliciously wicked, sinful assault on her body.

From deep inside her, a hot, familiar, yet unfamiliar sensation pulled her upward to new heights before she bucked wildly beneath his sinful caress. Flames cascaded over her with such intensity she was certain it would cause her to erupt into a million pieces of fiery embers streaking for the sky.

Still shuddering from the pleasure engulfing her body, her breathing was ragged as his mouth blazed a trail upward until he captured her mouth in a deep kiss. The slight tang gliding off his tongue startled her. It was her essence still clinging to his mouth. His hand slid between them, and his thumb rubbed against the nub inside her folds. She cried out his name again, and with a slow move, he slid into her.

Hard and thick, he stretched her, and she drew in a sharp breath of joy. With every kiss, caress, and touch, she became lost in a world of unadulterated rapture. Fingers sliding through his ebony locks, she sobbed his name as his touch sent her soaring upward to another peak of intense pleasure. It made her writhe beneath him until one volatile arc of ecstasy after another drove its way through her skin, blood, then into the deepest parts of her heart.

With a sharp cry, she froze for a brief moment as she reached the clouds. As she tumbled downward, her body flew upward at a blistering speed. The strength of her reaction sent her hips slamming into his with such force it drove his body deeper into hers in one blinding moment of pleasure and pain. Sharp, but brief, the pain was eased somewhat by the tendrils of ecstasy still wrapped around her. Clinging to him, she froze against the warm steel of his body, absorbing the shock of him buried so deep inside her. He bent his head to kiss her deeply. Gentle and tender, it filled her with a joy she’d never thought possible. It softened the pain even more. He pressed his mouth against her ear, his teeth gently abrading her ear lobe.

“It’s over, sweet mouse. From this point forward, there’s only pleasure.”

The quiet words warmed her skin with a promise of heat that stirred a craving inside her. When he lifted his head, there was a strained expression on his face. She drew in a quick breath and reached up to stroke his brow.

“Are you in pain, too?” she whispered. A soft chuckle escaped him.

“That depends on what you call pain,” he growled with obvious discomfort. “I want to give your body a moment to recover, and mine, or rather, one specific part, is protesting viciously.”

“Does this help?” she murmured as she shifted her hips against him. The movement tugged a low grunt from him.