Page 97 of Owned by the Scarred Laird

She fumbled with the ties of his shirt, her fingers clumsy with need. The fabric parted, revealing the broad expanse of his chest, dotted with dark hair that tapered off and disappeared beneath his kilt. Chloe traced the lines of his muscles, feeling them contract under her touch.

Edward groaned into her mouth, his hands finding the lace at the back of her gown and tugging it loose. The gown pooled at her feet, leaving her bare to his gaze. The cool air raised her nipples into tight peaks, and Edward’s eyes darkened as he looked at her.

“Beautiful,” he breathed, before lowering his head to take one breast into his mouth. The wet heat of his tongue against her sensitive flesh made her cry out.

He suckled greedily, his teeth scraping lightly against her nipple. Chloe’s hands tangled in his hair, holding him to her as pleasure spiraled through her body.

His mouth moved to her other breast, giving it the same thorough attention while his hand slid down her stomach, through the curls between her thighs. When his fingers found her sex, she bucked against him. He circled her sensitive nub, teasing, tormenting, until she was writhing against his hand.

“Edward, please,” she gasped, her hips moving in rhythm with his strokes.

The fur coverlet was soft against her back as he laid her down. Edward stood over her for a moment, his gaze intense and possessive, before shedding his remaining clothes. His manhood sprang free, thick and hard, with the tip already beading with precum.

Chloe’s breath caught. She’d never seen men like this, never her husband, never the man who was meant to be hers completely. Edward knelt between her thighs, his hands spreading her open.

“So wet,” he murmured, before lowering his head. The first touch of his tongue against her sex made her arch off the bed. He licked her from entrance to clit, his movements slow and deliberate. Chloe’s hands fisted in the furs as he explored every fold, every sensitive spot.

When he sucked her nub into his mouth and flicked it with his tongue, she saw stars. The pressure built inside her, a tight coil of pleasure winding tighter and tighter. Edward slid one finger inside her, then another, curling them to find that spot that made her gasp.

“Edward!” she cried out, her hips grinding against his face. “I am…”

He doubled his efforts, his tongue working her while his fingers pumped in and out. The orgasm crashed over her, wave after wave of pleasure that left her shaking and breathless. Edward continued licking her through it, drawing out her pleasure until she was limp beneath him.

He moved up her body, his manhood nudging against her entrance. Chloe wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him closer. She was ready, more than ready for this.

“Look at me,” he commanded, his voice thick with emotion. Chloe met his gaze as he slowly pushed inside. The stretch was exquisite, a slight burn that quickly gave way to pleasure. He filled her, his hips pressing against hers.

Edward began to move, his strokes slow at first, then faster, deeper. Each thrust hit that perfect spot inside her, building her pleasure again. The sounds of their bodies meeting—skin slapping against skin, the wet squelch of her folds around his manhood—filled the room.

Chloe met his thrusts, her hips rising to meet his. She dug her nails into his shoulders, marking him as hers. Edward’s mouth found hers again, the kiss messy and desperate. His breathing grew ragged, his movements more erratic.

“Chloe,” he gasped against her lips. “I cannae hold it in.”

“Let go,” she urged, her own release building. “Come with me.”

His hand slid between them, his thumb finding her nub. The additional stimulation sent her over the edge. She cried out his name as her folds clenched around his manhood, milking him. Edward groaned, his thrusts becoming shallow as he emptied himself inside her.

For long moments, they lay tangled together, their bodies slick with sweat. Edward’s weight provided a comforting pressure, his heart pounding against her chest. Chloe traced patterns on his back, feeling the muscles gradually relax.

He rolled to his side, pulling her with him so they faced each other. The fire had burned low, but the heat between them was undeniable. Edward brushed a stray strand of hair from her face, his touch infinitely gentle.

“Chloe,” he said softly, his voice thick with emotion. “Me wife.”

She smiled, a genuine smile that reached her eyes. “Me husband.”

He kissed her then, a slow, tender kiss that promised many more nights like this to come. The shadows danced on the walls, but for the first time since their marriage, Chloe was not afraid of the darkness. Not with Edward’s arms wrapped around her, not with his scent still on her skin, not with the warmth of his cum still leaking from her folds.

“Will ye stay here?” Chloe asked, eventually, into the quiet.

“Aye.” His arm tightened around her. “I mean to be here every night after this one, as well, if ye’ll have me.”

“I will have ye.” She tipped her head back to look at him, finding none of the old caution left in his face, none of the bracing for a retreat that never quite came. “Every night, Edward. For as long as ye’re willin’ to stay.”

“Then that’s a good long while,” he said, and pressed a kiss to her hair, and neither of them pulled away from the other for the rest of that night.

Edward woke before the light did, which was nothing new, except that for the first time in longer than he could easily count, he woke to Chloe’s weight warm against his side instead of an empty half of the bed and the old, familiar quiet he’d built his entire life around.

He lay still a moment, in no hurry at all to move, and then eased out from under the blankets carefully enough that she did not stir, and pulled on his shirt and boots in the grey half-light, and left her sleeping.