Page 66 of In Bed with her Highland Foe

CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE

The pain was so sudden, Kyven’s nails dug into Gilchrist’s chest. She closed her eyes, shocked, but then something changed.

Gilchrist bent down over her, kissing her lips and her neck, then her breasts. He didn’t move in their connection. He kept his hips and length perfectly still as he explored her, making her skin tingle. She raised her hands and embraced him tightly, wrapping her arms across his shoulders to keep him as close as possible.

“Nay other time will hurt,” he whispered fervently against her skin. “Next time, I’ll make sure ye are shuddering with pleasure every single second.”

Next time…

The thought that this would not be their only time made her shudder again. She suddenly noticed the pain was not there anymore as Gilchrist returned his lips to hers and kissed her, exploring her deeply, dominating her with his tongue.

She raised her legs a little higher, curious at the deep feeling of pleasure within her. It seemed to encourage Gilchrist, who rocked ever so gently into her. She gasped at the nudging thrill deep in her body. Then he changed their positions again, pulling back from their kiss, he planted one arm under her knee, urging her to lift her leg higher, to open wider, to allow him to rock their hips together fast.

Stunned at the feelings washing over her, she stared up at him, watching his blue eyes as they made love. He was drinking in the sight of her, his gaze darting all over her, sometimes looking at where they were connected and what he was doing to her, other times staring at her eyes or her lips, or even her breasts.

She moved her hands to explore him, reaching up to rake her hands down his chest. He tipped his head back at this point, a guttural moan escaping him as he thrust his palms into the bed on either side of her more firmly than before, rocking their bodies together fast.

She could feel that sensation building again, the same one he had just introduced her to with his tongue, yet somehow more…

Intense.

She thought of the very word he had used to describe it before, knowing there was no better way to describe it now.

“I…” She tried to warn him, to tell him, as her back arched, but he started to slow their pace. “Nay, please, more!” she begged, then he withdrew from her. “Nay.” She moaned, wanting him back.

He smiled, bending over her and kissing her, taunting her by only nudging her entrance again.

“What dae ye want?” he commanded to know. “Tell me.”

“Ye,” she begged, trailing her hands in his hair and pulling him down to meet her lips. His length was nudging her entrance a little more now, but not quite giving her what she needed. He pulled back, parting their kiss and their bodies. “Nay,” she moaned once again.

Then he took hold of her body and moved the two of them together. He was so strong, and she so petite, that he could move her quite easily across the bed. She also had no wish to deny him, with her curiosity to have more of him, letting him take full control of the situation. He dragged her to the end of the bed, so her rear was resting on the very edge, as he stood off the bed, then he took her ankles and spread her legs wide.

The control he had over her body made her dither all the more with excitement, watching as he held her gaze, moving his hardened length toward her body again. He hesitated, hovering there, that seductive smile playing on his lips.

“Please,” she murmured, knowing now that he liked it when she begged him. “Dinnae stop now.”

His smile grew as he entered her, this time, holding her legs out wide as he did so. Stunned at the depth of the sensation, she flung her head back on the bed and indulged in it.

With his hands moving from her ankles to her thighs, then her hips, constantly exploring her, she found her climax was not far away. It made her gut tighten, especially when he moved one hand to just above their connection, rubbing his fingers on that bud of nerves that sent her wild.

She closed her eyes, biting down onto the bedsheets as her climax reached her. It was more all-consuming than when he had pleasured her with his tongue, her body tightening around his length as he rocked her into an oblivion of pleasure. She could have sworn she saw stars in the darkness, before her gaze refocused on him.

Sweat was beading down his center as he rocked faster and faster into her. She tightened her body, feeling how sensitive she was now, as he moaned her name.

“Kyven. Ah, Kyven.”

Then he abruptly pulled out of her. She longed for his touch, sitting up as she saw him take a hand to his length.

She realized at once what was happening, for she had heard Helen speaking of such things once. If a man was able to finish outside of a woman, there was no risk of a child.

Kyven acted on instinct and reached out to touch him, taking the place of his hand and pumping her palm up and down his length. She looked up at him, as he stared at her, his lips parting in what was a perfect look of desire, then he finished.

Great guttural groans escaped him as he spilled his seed across her stomach. Startled by the sheer volume of it, she stared down at what they were doing, but found it all the more arousing than before.

He has desired me this much, and he never once said!

He placed a hand over hers, stilling the movements as he tipped his head back, catching his breath as he stared at the ceiling.