Page 32 of Married to her Kilted Enemy

Touched and excited by his words, she entwined her fingers in his hair and held him close, offering her breasts to him. She reveled in the thrilling sensations he was causing as he sucked and licked and tantalized the tips with his teeth until they stood out as rock hard as his swaying manhood.

Maddison gasped when his mouth left her breasts and trailed slowly down her belly, leaving butterfly kisses in its wake, before he slid his palms up the insides of her thighs. Gently, he parted her legs, laying her private places bare to his gaze. The fever in his eyes drove her to open herself wider to him like a wanton. Odhrán smiled hungrily at her and lifted her legs higher, placing one on each shoulder.

The look on his face as he gazed down on her secret flesh made Maddison shiver almost uncontrollably as she lay back. When she felt his fingertips gently touching her and stroking her already hot flesh, she thought she would explode, a series of small moans falling from her lips. Breathing raggedly now, Odhrán delicately spread her hidden folds and explored them slowly, his fingers delving into every part of her as if he to memorize every inch.

“Odhrán, what are ye doin’ tae me,” she moaned, opening her legs wider and raising her hips to him.

“Och, this is only the start,” he promised huskily, lowering his dark head between her legs. “There’s much more than this.”

“Och, me God!” she cried, her back arching, when his lips closed around the stiffened nub at the head of her sex. He sucked on it luxuriously, as if it were some delicious fruit, grazing it with his teeth, his tongue swirling and toying with her until she gripped his hair tightly and pressed him into her.

His tongue trailed hotly, tantalizingly through her folds and flickered enticingly at her entrance.

“Odhrán, oh, Odhrán,” she cried out, gripping his head tightly as he thrust his tongue more deeply inside her again and again, his one hand holding her open, while his thumb toyed rhythmically with her stiffened rosebud until she was writhing in a frenzy of pure, animal desire for him. “I want tae touch ye too,” she begged him, reaching for his member, which was swingling like a wooden club between his legs.

Needing no second bidding, Odhrán came up on the bed, positioning himself so that he could continue devouring Maddison’s exposed sex, while she grasped his shaft in her hands and began stroking it in time to his caresses, kissing and licking his length again in the way she had quickly learned he liked. He hardened further in her hand, adding to her passionate abandon when she felt his fingers entering her, two, then three, gently probing at first, then pushing into her more urgently, widening their exploration, opening her up in ways she had never dreamed of. It spurred her to speed up her own quest to take him to the same heights as he was taking her.

Together, they gave themselves up to their mutual exploration, greedily drinking each other in, until Maddison was seized with intense waves of an exquisite energy she had never experienced before that shook her from her head to her toes. The waves traveled inexorably upwards, making her moan out loud as Odhrán panted and buried his fingers and his tongue in her.

“Harder, Odhrán, harder,” she moaned as her excitement threatened to reach its peak, riding his hand frantically.

“Mmm,” he gasped, his voice muffled by her hot flesh, plunging his fingers into her. She suddenly felt his body stiffen too, his member like steel in her hand. His rapid movements echoed hers as the waves grew impossible to resist and sent them both tumbling over the edge in a shattering, shared climax. Their juices soaked into the coverlet, making a wet patch neither noticed as they clung to each other, panting to regain their breath. “Maddison!” he groaned in one long, rushing breath as he held her tightly. “Ach, I never kent it could be like this.”

“Me neither,” she panted, happy to nestle into him. “I couldnae have dreamed it.”

“Now ye ken how much I’ve been wantin’ ye all this time,” he sighed, stroking her hair from her face and peppering her with kisses. “Ye taste so good, and the things ye were doin’ tae me…”

Seeing the love in his eyes, Maddison’s heart overflowed with warm affection for him. She kissed him back and stroked his cheek with her fingertips, her body still trembling from his touch.

“I ken ye said ye hated me, but did ye nae think of me sometimes, like this?” he asked, looking at her almost shyly.

As she thought about all the times she had feared laying with him as a wife, and all the times she had secretly admired his looks and physique, a small shard of ice entered her heart and punctured the spell surrounding her. With a hint of panic, she looked down at her naked body, then at his, at their scattered clothing, the evidence of their lovemaking. She got to her feet rapidly and grabbed her shift from the floor, pulling it on to hide herself, the repercussions of what she had just done hitting her hard and making her stumble. Odhrán was at her side in a moment, trying to take her in his arms again, but she pushed him away.

“What we’ve just done, that should never have happened,” she said, feeling suddenly breathless from the barrage of emotions rushing through her. Even the pain she saw on his face did not deter her. “It was a mistake, ’tis all. It changes naethin’.”

“But, Maddison, ye cannae deny—” he began, trying to hold her again. Once more, she pushed him a way and moved to what she felt was a safer distance.

“I dae deny it,” she told him, her stubbornness rising inside her. “I-I got carried away. We should never have gone that far.”

“Ye cannae mean it, Maddison. What we did, it was the most beautiful thing in me life, ever,” he told her, coming close again, his voice pleading.

“Nay, keep away,” she cried, close to tears now. “And please, would ye put some clothes on?”

Odhrán stared at her, then he went and snatched up his shirt and put it on.

“Naethin’ like that must happen again. D’ye hear me, Odhrán? Never!” She crossed hurriedly to her wardrobe and took her robe and put it on, belting it tightly around her waist.

“What did I dae wrong? Tell me, please. What can I dae tae make it all right?” he begged her. But to her relief, he did not try to come any closer this time.

“Ye can go back tae sleepin’ on the floor,” she told him. As the words fell, the expression on his face was one of deep hurt and incomprehension. She hated herself for it, but the thought of what intimate things they had shared, how wantonly passionate she had been when she had vowed always to despise him was too much for her.

The silence weighed heavily between them for a few moments. Then Odhrán nodded slowly.

“All right. If that’s what ye want,” he said, his deep voice cracking. He strode to the bed and took a pillow and a blanket and threw them down on the rug by the hearth. Then he sank into one of the chairs and put his head in his hands.

“I just dinnae understand how ye can say that was a mistake,” he said, suddenly raising his head to look at her, his eyes filled with sadness.

“It should never have happened, I tell ye. And it will never happen again,” she repeated harshly, going and getting into the bed.