Page 56 of Savage Kilted Highlander

“Mmm?” He had his nose in her hair, breathing in the sweet scent of lavender, his arms around her relishing her soft warmth.

“Something is different. You seem… distant.” She spoke into his shirt without looking at him.

Bane felt suddenly naked, vulnerable. He was not used to expressing his emotions, not like this, in words. And the emotions he felt for her were so powerful and all encompassing, he felt like he was back in that rushing river again, when he had pulled her from the water half drowned. But he knew he had to risk telling her the truth if there was to be any hope of happiness for him at all.

“Constance, I’m afraid.” It came out as a whisper.

She lifted her head and looked into his eyes. Hers were soft, melting. “What are ye afraid of?”

“The future. I dinnae ken what it holds. All I’m sure of is… that I dinnae wantae loose ye.” There, he had said it. He held his breath for her response. “I love ye.”

Constance stood on her tiptoes and curled her arms around his neck, pulling him down towards her. Then, she kissed him softly. “I love ye too. I’m nae going anywhere,” she whispered and then kissed him again, her soft lips insistent as they pressed against his. Swept away by a riptide of joy, desire, love for her, Bane crushed her to him, unleashing all the passion he had been keeping inside into his kiss.

Constance melted against Bane as he seized her waist and crushed her against him, returning her kiss with a hungry intensity that was deliciously overwhelming. Her entire body lit up from head to toe to feel the passion flowing from him and into her, thrilled to know she was the cause of it, the reason for it. She did not hesitate at all, tangling her tongue with his in a frantic, sensual dance of exploration. She gasped as he caught her lower lip between his teeth, gently teasing it before plundering her mouth once more, his arms tightening about her body, making it sing with excitement.

She gasped when he suddenly lifted her off her feet and tumbled her into the bed of straw in Lucy’s stall, pinning her down beneath him. Their hands roved over each other’s bodies, his tracing her every curve, her breasts waist, hips, and behind, sending her into a daze of desire. She needed to touch him too, running her palms all over him, excited beyond reason by the feel of his muscles flexing beneath her hands. Hungry for him, she entwined her arms around his neck and wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him into her while their kisses grew fiercer and more demanding.

With a guttural growl that turned her belly molten, Bane eased down the top of her dress, making her gasp as his lips broke from hers and began moving lower, trailing small, hot kisses down her throat, and lower still, tantalizing her flesh and making her arch her back in pleasure. She buried her fingers in his hair, moaning as he unleashed her breasts.

“Ye’re so beautiful, Constance,” he murmured, sending her into an intoxicated frenzy as he rolled the soft globes in his warm, rough palms, squeezing the flesh and toying with her already hardened nipples, sending shivers of pleasure traveling the length of her body. His mouth and hands roved greedily over every bit of her exposed flesh, kissing, nuzzling, sucking, and biting at her breasts, teasing her in ways she had never known existed and now never wanted to end.

She trembled with anticipation as Bane’s hands slid beneath her skirts, up her legs, cupping her behind, knowing what glorious pleasure awaited her. She moaned and wriggled in pleasure when his fingers skimmed her sex and parted the soft, curling nest between her thighs.

Carried on a wave of sheer wantonness, she lay back, opening her legs wider, revelling in the feel him toying with her breasts while the other cupped her entire sex in his palm, his fingers caressing her rosebud and delved inside her, making her wet.

She panted and squealed “Oh, Bane!” as his hot, questing mouth descended on her, greedily plundering her sex, his tongue flickering like lightening in and out of her alongside his fingers until she threw her head back and let out a small scream of ecstasy.

Powerful waves of intoxicating pleasure coiled up from her now molten centre and swept over her body. She held Bane’s head, pressing herself to him as he continued with the onslaught of pleasure, he was giving her with his mouth and tongue.

“Oh, Bane, please, don’t stop,” she cried out softly, gripping his head, matching every thrust of his fingers with her hips, riding him as the inexorable waves of pleasure began moving up her body like concentric rings, drawing her once more by slow, deliberate degrees to the delicious edge of delirium.

Her head thrown back, she bucked against his hand as the pleasure reached its ultimate peak and shook her entire being with its intensity as the waves crashed down over her in a sudden, blissful rush.

“Ye taste so sweet,” he murmured against her belly, his face wet with her juices as she fell against him, panting, her exposed flesh slick with sweat, still trembling from her climax. As she regained her breath, she could feel pressed against her the hardness of what she knew was his manhood. She wanted to give him the same pleasure, so she boldly gripped him through his trews.

“Constance, what are ye daein’?” he muttered, laughing, trying to pull back. But she held him and shook her head.

“I want you, Bane, I want to make you feel as you do me,” she told him, rubbing her hand up and down the growing bulge. “Show me how to give you pleasure.”

“But Constance, ach, God!” he hissed as she slid her hand down the front of his trews and gripped him. His groan only spurred her on.

“Constance, we should nae be daein’ that,” he told her, half laughing, half protesting.

“I want to know your body as you know mine,” she whispered fiercely, still rubbing her hand up and down his length. “

“We havetae stop!”

“You do not sound very convincing,” she teased, finding that the more she rubbed him, the harder he grew. “Will you undo these trousers, please? I wish to get to you properly.”

“Constance!”

“Very well, I will do it myself.” She slid her hand out of his trews and began working on the fastenings and soon had them undone, pulling out his shirt until his erection sprang out at her. Taking it in her hand again she kissed the tip of his erection, enjoying the deep groan that came from his lips.

“Jaysus, Constance, oh, Christ Almighty,” he mumbled as she began trailing tiny kisses up and down his length.

“Show me, Bane, show me what gives you pleasure.” She smiled when he relented, finally putting his hand over hers and guiding her movements. She slipped the head of his erection into her mouth, caressing it with her lips and tongue, revelling in the groans she was eliciting from Bane, who watch her through slitted eyes as she moved her mouth over his length and worked her hand up and down as he had shown her, making her hotter between her legs and more needful of him.

“Bane, I need you,” she said in a breathless whisper, sensing his rising excitement along with her own. “

The smile he gave her then made her feel as though her heart had burst into flame. “Are ye truly mine, Constance?”

“I am yours, and you are mine, and we shall never be parted,” she told him with utter conviction.

“Aye, ye’re mine, and I’m yers,” he said, suddenly changing position between her legs, propping himself above her on his elbows.

“Oh, oh, Bane,” she moaned, clutching at his neck as he slid inside her, once again amazed at how easily he fitted inside her, and how good he felt as he began moving slowly back and forth. He looked in her eyes between peppering her with kisses and tiny nips of building excitement, realizing the hunger she saw in his must be reflected in her own. How she desired him! Instinctively, she clung to him, her hips pushing up to meet his as his pace increased, the rhythmic thrusts harder, driving into her, taking her to heaven with every stroke. When the final, intoxicating wave came and swept her away, she screamed his name as she clung to him in her rapture, “I love you, Bane, I love you!”

“I love ye too, Constance,” he breathed into her ear as he she felt him stiffen, then groan low in his throat, and collapse against her.

They had only been lying there in each other’s arms, recovering their breath, for a few sublime minutes when the world erupted around them with a deafening cacophony. They both shot up out of the straw, staring at each other.

“What is it?!” Constance cried about the clamour.

“The alarm. There must be an attack on the castle,” Bane told her, pulling up his trews before helping Constance to stand. They hastily rearranged their clothing.