Page 58 of Stealing a Kilted Heart

The moan he released sent a ripple of lust through her.

“Inside me,” she gasped, hitching her leg even higher, their hands a tangle between them. “I want ye inside me, please. I cannae wait any longer.”

With a growl, Knox spun her around in one swift movement, pressing her against the wall. His hand found her entrance again, fingers slipping inside her once more as he leaned in to whisper in her ear.

“Come fer me an’ I’ll give ye what ye want,” he said, his other hand closing around the small swell of her breast. He groaned as if he was the one being pleasured like this, single-mindedly and relentlessly, and Fia couldn’t help but melt in his embrace, letting the sensations crash over her again and again. “Ye’ll be so wet an’ ready fer me that I’ll just push right intae ye, hmm? Ye’ll take me like a good lass.”

She was entirely at his mercy, caught between his hands and forced to take this sweet torture until she fell apart in them. It didn’t take long for heat to spread over her core, the pressure building and building until it finally exploded inside her, her first orgasm ripped out of her by those clever fingers.

Fia pressed a hand over her mouth to muffle her moans, knowing the guards were still outside. If, by some miracle, they hadn’t already heard her and Knox, then they were bound to hear them now if she couldn’t control herself. But how could she when her pleasure struck her so violently, when her core throbbed and twitched around Knox’s fingers, which were still working her through the aftershocks? She couldn’t. All she could do was tremble and shake, and let the sensations ever so slowly fade away.

And then, just as she started to come back to herself, she felt the hard length of Knox’s manhood against her rear, hot and rigid like a branding iron, and she knew she was nowhere near finished. Her body craved more; her entrance pulsed at the mere thought of Knox pushing inside her, and she knew he was right. She was ready for him, her body offering no resistance.

“Spread yer legs. Let me see ye,” Knox said, though he didn’t wait for her to do so before manhandling her in the position he wanted her. Fia braced herself against the wall on her forearms, her hips pushing back, and she heard Knox inhale sharply behind her as his fingers traced the length of her spine, dipping into the grooves. “Gorgeous… just gorgeous.”

It wasn’t long before she felt the blunt tip of his length push against her entrance. Just like he had promised, Knox entered her in one smooth thrust, slowly pushing inside all the way to the hilt, until his pelvis met the swell of her buttocks. Instantly, his hands gripped her hips, the touch as tender as it was firm, holding her in place as he began to thrust in earnest.

There was a rhythm to his movements, but no real finesse. They were both too eager, too worked up, too consumed by lust to care about anything else other than reaching their completion. Once again, Fia slapped a hand over her mouth to keep herself quiet, but Knox was quick to growl and drape himself over her, his thrusts getting more insistent, more forceful.

“Stop that,” he demanded. “I wish tae hear ye.”

Silently, Fia shook her head, but Knox let his head fall between her shoulder blades, pressing a kiss to the heated skin there.

“I dinnae care who hears,” he said, delivering a hard thrust that had Fia’s walls clenching around him and her body going on tiptoes to take it. “Let them all hear. Let them ken ye’re the only one I want, the only one who can reduce me tae this. Heavens, Fia… ye feel so good, so hot, so tight. Like ye were made just fer me. Dae ye feel how deep inside ye I am?”

Fia nodded, drunk on her pleasure. She could feel him deep inside her, indeed, filling her up completely, taking up every bit of space inside her. Every drag of his length across her walls, every deep thrust had her moaning again, her entrance stretching pleasurably around him, her core throbbing desperately.

When he slid his hand from her hip to her mound, giving her something to rub against as her hips rocked with each of his thrusts, Fia knew she wouldn’t last long. The sensations built and built inside her, the coupling of his wild thrusts with that hand on her sensitive spot and those filthy words in her ear once again bringing her over the edge until she came apart around him.

Distantly, she heard Knox curse as she pulsed around his length. After that, it only took him a few more thrusts before he joined her, spilling himself deep inside her with a grunt, much to her surprise.

They weren’t wedded yet. The thought sparked a sense of apprehension in her, but it felt so good to have him let go, to have him reach his climax like this and take him in her body that she couldn’t bring herself to care.

A few moments later, Knox pulled back with a soft laugh, gathering Fia in his arms. For the first time, she noticed the strain put on her body by the position, the soreness of her muscles, but Knox was quick to soothe her by massaging her shoulders, as though he knew exactly what she needed once again.

“Me bonnie wife,” he said, and though Fia was well aware of their reality, of the fact that they weren’t married yet and may never be if the council put up enough resistance, she allowed herself to smile, to feel that word warm her chest. “All mine.”

“All yers,” she told him, turning around in his arms to face him and pull him in a soft, tender kiss.