Page 21 of A Kilted Marriage of Convenience

"Are ye certain ye want to dae this? There isnae turning back once a man has tasted ye,” he whispered through his kisses. The only responses he received were a kiss that stirred his insides and a contented little moan. A fire burned inside him brighter than ever.

Aidan worked the laces and undressed her until she was standing completely naked before him. He stepped back to take her in. Her rosy, pink nipples stood proudly on her shapely breasts, and he felt his mouth water at the sight as he reached over and grazed a finger across one. He picked her up and carried her across the room, placing her gently on the bed. Aidan removed his shirt before coming to straddle her. He wrapped his lips around her nipple, alternating between light nibbling and suckling. He moved to the other peak until the sweet pink color of her buds deepened.

His lips trailed down her stomach, his tongue darting in her soft navel before moving further down. He knelt between her legs, kissing up and down her thighs, as he wanted to worship all of her with his mouth until there was no spot left untouched. He parted her red curls and rubbed his thumb on the small pink knot at the top of her maidenhead. He held her down when her hips jerked forward, and she let out a loud moan. With a smile, he continued his ministrations, kissing her thighs and whispering sweet words of affection as he played with her.

"I want to try something… Dae ye trust me?" he asked.

Although Aidan had taken charge after she had given her consent earlier, he knew that she might find his next action strange. "I promise I willnae dae anything ye daenae like."

He smiled when she nodded, breathing laboriously.

Aidan kissed her softly on the lips before slowly traveling down her body once more. He massaged her hips softly, lavishing the soft flesh he found there. He placed his mouth of her parting, and he held her in place when she bucked into him, hungry for more.

"Ye are so beautiful," he said, taking in the sight of her captivating purity.

His nose rubbed against the pink knot, and his tongue soon took its place. At first contact, Ciara shot up from the bed, completely shocked as she let out a moan. Aidan laughed slightly before doing it again. He repeated the action several times until she relaxed and calmed down. Then he lifted her hips and greedily tasted her for what felt like hours. He slid a finger into the tightness of her heat, moving it in and out.

He kissed her nub until she was a quivering mess on the bed. Aidan flicked his tongue in one swift motion, and she came undone on his mouth.

For a moment the two lay perfectly still, as she worked her way down from her orgasm. Before long, her arms beckoned for him, and he settled contentedly beside her on the bed, stroking her red hair as she recovered from his kisses.

"I thought about this since the moment I ripped yer dress in the healer’s room," he said, grinning from ear to ear. Aidan adjusted the bulge in his pants, wincing when he brushed his hardness a little too roughly.

"Are ye alright?" Ciara asked him in a sleepy voice.

"Yes, I am. Dinnae worry about me." He kissed her on the head and took her hand in his, drawing her closer. He noticed that she was about to drift off any second.

Having her in his embrace felt right. But he had no idea how she would react in the morning, whether she would be regretful or not. He only hoped she didn't act awkwardly or try to avoid him.

What if the only reason she let him touch her was because she was his prisoner and thought she couldn't refuse him? He clenched his fists at the thought.

She was the one who had initiated. And yet… Lord knew he would never be the type of person to take advantage of another just because he had power over them. He would rather let her go.

Nay, it cannae be because of that, he thought. After all, he had given her the opportunity to reject him, and she had been willing to continue. She had wanted to continue. He shook his head slightly, careful not to disturb her, pressing his lips on her forehead to which she let out a deep sigh and cuddled closer to him.

Aidan looked down at his trousers and groaned. It was torture. He did not know how he was going to survive the night, especially with her curled in his arms so warm and completely bare.

His arms ran across her pert arse, loving the feeling of it. He was aroused—so aroused that he could barely lay in place. It had been a long time since he had been with a woman, what with his worry over Lillie’s abduction. Keeping his sister safe was more important than any pleasure.

But now he was in hell.

As Aidan played with Ciara’s hair, he wondered whether he could actually spend the night with her, but he knew it was a pointless question. If he stayed with her, he ran the risk of sleepwalking. She’d know. Worse, he could unintentionally hurt her.

He was a danger to himself and whoever he chose to share a bed with. Aidan knew one thing for certain: he would never purposely put Ciara in harm's way.

Aidan soundlessly got up to stoke the fire and covered her with a quilt.

He could not risk her finding out about his sleepwalking. Because what sort of woman would ever wish to be with someone like him?

Sighing deeply, Aidan quietly exited her chamber. He walked the short distance to his room and bolted the door, checking to make sure that the locks in the windows were secured before settling into bed.

For a long, restless night.