Page 24 of Highland Sky

Her eyes popped open once again. “Are ye sure about this, Nash?”

“It’s either this, or ye agree to let me enter ye right now.”

“Nay. I’ll do it this way.” She continued with the stroking, and he whispered into her ear once again.

“Now, pinch yer nipple slightly. That’s right. Keep rockin’ yer hips.”

“Oh . . . I feel somethin’, Nash. It . . . it feels guid.”

“Do ye feel wetness between yer thighs?”

“I – I do.”

“Then ye’re just about ready. Now just pretend yer finger is my . . . well, just pretend ye are makin’ love with a man that ye lust for. Ye want this badly. Can ye feel it, love?”

“I do,” she said, letting out a small moan. “Oh, this feels so guid, I dinna believe it.”

“Moan louder,” he told her, only making her more excited.

“Oooh. Oooooh,” she moaned loudly. At first she almost laughed. But then she heard him moan, too, and realized he’d taken his one hand off hers at her breast, but he still helped her to finger herself.

“Aaaaaah, aaaah,” he moaned louder and louder. She felt his hips moving back and forth and when she opened her eyes she saw his eyes were closed. “God’s eyes, I canna hold back any longer,” he said loud enough for everyone outside to hear him.

“Nash?” she asked, her eyes following his hand that was clasped around his erection. “Oh,” she said, realizing he was satisfying himself right next to her. His hand moved up and down his shaft and the look on his face was one of pure elation.

He moaned louder and louder and his hand moved faster and faster. All the while, he guided her hand on herself. Her body grew hotter and hotter and she felt herself climbing to a height of ecstasy that she’d never felt before.

And when she looked back over to him, he’d released her hand and she saw something squirting up into the air as he shouted loudly. “Kellina! Yes, yes . . . yes! Ye are now my wife.”

When she saw and heard that, she could no longer hold back. She felt her body vibrating, and she shouted out just as loudly as him as she reached her peak and fell over the edge.

“Aaaaaaah, Nash! Oh, God, Nash, this feels so guid.” And then she squealed in delight, not pretending, but feeling herself being sated for real for the very first time.

They both fell back, breathing heavily, listening to the sound of everyone outside clapping and cheering for them.

“We did it,” he said, turning his head and smiling at her. “They think we’ve consummated the marriage. I kept my promise no’ to touch ye in a lustful manner.”

“Ah, we did,” she said, watching the rise and fall of her own breasts as she tried to calm herself down. “We sure fooled them, didna we?”

She looked over to him, wanting more than anything to throw herself into his arms and kiss him wildly right now. She almost decided to do just that, but when she heard him snoring, she realized that he had fallen asleep, just that fast.

“What a wonderful weddin’ night,” she said, feeling sad, and also mad at herself now for telling him she didn’t want to consummate the marriage. Nash’s kind actions tonight touched her heart, and made her see him in a whole different light.

She was left lying there, feeling sated but not happy about how it had happened and how she had fooled her clan. Nay, she didn’t like this after all. It was wrong. Now, she wished she had just coupled with the man the way everyone was expecting them to do.

Watching him lying there so peaceful, so calm, and looking so happy, she felt as if he didn’t even need her after all. That didn’t feel good either. She felt like a traitor now, and a liar. But most of all, she felt so undesirable to her new husband. If he had really lusted for her and been attracted to her the way a husband should be toward a wife, he would have taken her even against her will. Wouldn’t he?

She turned on her side and pulled a blanket up over her, feeling naughty, and all alone when she didn’t have to be.

“Damn ye, MacKeefe,” she spat through her teeth, going back to hating the man once more.