Page 42 of In Bed with a Scot

The tenderness of his gaze touched Isabelle to her very core. Pulling his head back down to hers, she kissed him passionately. Madden kissed his way down the length of her body, taking his time to make certain that he did not miss any part of her. Taking up the wine from beside them, he held it above her. “Open tae me,” he requested softly.

Obeying, Isabelle opened her mouth. Smiling in encouragement, he poured some of the wine into her mouth. It was good wine. Sweet, just the way that she preferred it. Madden kissed her lips softly, drinking in the flavor of her and the wine together. He then dribbled the wine across her breasts where it ran down her stomach to pool in her navel. “Madden?” Isabelle breathed in question.

“Trust me,” he whispered. Lowering his head, he kissed each breast, licking the wine from her skin. He nipped her nipples with his teeth, then suckled them each in turn. What he was doing made her feel as if she might lose her mind with the intensity of the sensations that he was causing in her body.

Madden continued to kiss and lick his way down the length of her torso, pausing to drink the wine from her navel. When he reached the nether curls at the junction of her legs, he settled himself between her knees after softly nudging hem open and lavished her hidden pearl with all of his attention. His tongue licked and played with her most private places, as he drew her tiny pink pearl into his mouth and suckled it as he had done her nipples.

“Madden,” Isabelle cried out in pleasure, grabbing his head, and pulling him closer.

Madden chuckled, causing vibrations to reverberate through her core. Unable to take it another moment, Isabelle pulled him back up on top of her and wrapped her legs around his hips, lifting her own in invitation. Madden smiled, then plunged a finger inside of her, and then another as she gasped loudly. He kept moving them in circles and then back and forth as he quickly flickered his tongue over her bud to then circled it slowly. When he felt her legs starting to jerk uncontrollably and her once again crying out his name he stopped. He slowly directed his manhood at her opening and, staring into her eyes with love and tenderness and passion, he inserted his full length inside of her with one thrust. Isabelle gasped as sensation after sensation swept over her. He then slowly began to move his hardened length in and out of her. She dug her fingers into his back, causing him to growl and increase the speed of his thrusts. He moved faster and deeper, reclaiming her lips to duel with their tongues, matching the motion of their bodies.

“Madden!” she cried out as her body began to convulse in climax, blinding her to all but the sheer pleasure of the fall.

Madden continued to move inside of her, playing with her nipples, his continued motion causing her orgasm to ripple out from its core strength.

“Did I nae please ye,” Isabelle breathed in confusion, for it was the first time that they had not climaxed together.

“Aye, ye please me greatly, but I plan tae take this slowly. I plan tae make ye blossom under me at least twice,” he murmured as he bent his head to suckle her nipples once more.

“Is such a thing possible?” Isabelle gasped, her body at the height of sensitivity.

“Oh, aye, lass. Let me show ye,” he murmured, driving himself into her deeper, harder, faster, as he suckled her breasts.

“Ah,” Isabelle gasped in pleasure, her body shuddering with aftershocks with his every motion. The pressure began to build up inside of her again. “Madden,” she gasped.

Smiling, Madden grabbed ahold of her buttocks as he flipped them both over, pulling her with him to where she was sitting astride him. “Dae whatever feels good tae ye,” he instructed, surrendering himself unto her. Isabelle would have blushed had she not been driven near to madness with her need for him. Without wasting a moment, she began to ride him, slowly at first to keep the friction going between them. Madden gripped her hips, looking up at her with love and desire in his eyes. “Ye are the most, beautiful woman that I have ever seen.”

Isabelle leaned forward, letting her hair fall all around them, curtaining them off from the rest of the world. She began to ride him deeper and faster, their eyes locked on each other. “I love ye,” she breathed, as her body once more drew closer and closer to reaching the divine peak of optimal pleasure. The sensations built up to new heights, until finally stars exploded behind her eyes. She orgasmed so hard that she feared she might lose consciousness. It was unlike anything that she had ever experienced, white stars bursting around her. “Madden!”

“Isabelle,” Madden groaned as her climax took him over the edge with her. He emptied his seed into her, his manhood throbbing inside of her as her muscles spasmed around him. “Gods, woman, but I love ye.” Turning, he rolled onto his side, taking her with him. He removed himself from her and they laid down on the blanket together. He pulled her against him and tenderly kissed her forehead.

Isabelle rested her head on his shoulder and they lay there quietly together, listening to each other’s breathing. As she basked in the happiness of his love, there was a niggling thought that would not allow her to fully rest. “Why were ye so angry at me in the beginning? I ken that I was married, but yer fury didnae seem quite proportional tae what we had shared together.”

Madden sighed. “It was nae just ye that me so angry.”

“What was it?”

“I shared with ye that me maither had died.”

“Aye,” Isabelle nodded.

“And that when she fell ill, I took her tae a physician in France,” he began.

“Yes, that is how ye came tae fight as a mercenary in France”

“Aye, it was,” Madden nodded. “While we were there seeking treatment, I formed an attachment tae her nurse.”

“An attachment?” Isabelle asked for clarification.

“I fell in love with her,” Madden admitted with a sigh.

Isabelle nodded understanding. “What happened?”

Madden laid his chin on the top of her head, as if drawing comfort from her presence. “She turned out tae be married.”

“Ah,” Isabelle sighed in understanding. “Ye did nae ken that she belonged tae another, I assume.”

“Nae, I did nae ken that she was another man’s wife. In fairness, I did nae ask her. I simply assumed that when she crawled intae me bed that she was free tae dae so.”