Highland Warlord - Amy Jarecki Page 0,56

her pause. “You are bonnier than I,” she said, her gaze trailing to his chest, to the rippling sinew beneath the flesh on his belly, the line of back hair leading below his braies.

“I am but an ogre compared to you.”

“Never say that,” she said, untying the cord holding up his braies. And as she revealed him, he rendered her utterly speechless.

They stared at each other while the air around them grew charged as if their passion were on the precipice of erupting into a rolling boil.

She eased to the mattress, her hair sprawling every which way. “Show me.”

James slid beside her, his wicked hands caressing everywhere. “Are you certain?”

She nodded, her gaze drifting to his manhood. “More certain than I’ve been about anything in ages.”

“I’ve wanted you ever since I saw you standing beside Coira at the coronation.” He traced his finger around her erect nipple. “It can be painful the first time. I do not want to hurt you.”

“A wee bit of pain will be worthwhile if it binds me to you.” She kissed him, her lithe fingers reaching down and brushing the tip of his cock.

James sucked in a ragged breath.

Pulling her hand away, her eyes grew wide. “Did I hurt you?”

“Nay,” he croaked, coaxing her hand back down. “Feel me. Feel my length. Know how much I desire you.”

“Do you like it when I touch you…ah…there.”

Rather than answer, he slid his finger inside her, letting Ailish know exactly how much he liked to have her hands on him. “Aye, it drives me to the brink of madness.”

“Madness?” she asked all the same, gripping him, milking him.

“An insatiable madness.” With a feral growl, he moved atop her, and knelt between her legs. “Let me show you pleasure.”

“Please.”

Parting her curls, he brushed the pad of his thumb over her.

Gasping, Ailish arched her back. “My stars, how can you make me so wanton with a mere touch?”

He grinned, swirling his thumb in a languid rhythm. “Close your eyes and feel.”

She did as he asked and as her hips worked in concert with his thumb, he slid his finger inside her again. “Think of my cock entering you.”

“Mm,” she moaned. Cock. What a deliciously naughty word.

He added another finger. “But I am bigger. I will stretch you further than you think possible.”

The rocking of her hips sped. “Yes, I want your cock. I want all of you.”

James balanced over her and slid his member up her parting. Back and forth he tempted her, making Ailish’s thighs shudder while her moisture spilled over him.

Needing more, she forced herself to open her eyes. Watching him, she arched up and caught the tip of his cock at her entrance. “Take me,” she whispered.

“Jesu,” he growled. “You are so tempting, I will not last long.”

Ailish nodded, her hips swirling until gradually, he pushed inside. She sucked in a gasp as he filled her, stretched her, shocked her. But most of all, he ignited a ravening she never knew she possessed.

James froze. “Am I hurting you?” He pulled out. “If you want to stop…”

“Nay! She clamped her fingers on his buttocks. “I want more.” With a firm tug, she urged him deeper while she bore the pain and focused on the deep love growing in her heart.

When at last he was fully inside, James released a long sigh. “This is the nearest I’ve ever been to heaven,” he whispered.

“Heaven,” she repeated, rocking her hips now that the pain had ebbed.

He worked slowly at first, building the tempo as if he felt the mounting passion inside her. And when she could take no more, her eyes flew open, a cry catching in her throat. In an explosion of pure passion, frenzy claimed her mind. And as she shattered around him, he thrust deep, bellowing as he withdrew.

His head dropped forward as he panted as if fighting to catch his breath. “Lord have mercy,” he growled. “You have bewitched me mind, body, and soul.”

And after they shared a bonding kiss, she moved aside. “You spilled into the bedclothes.”

“Regardless of what you told the guard, I will not have you with child. Not until you take your wedding vows.”

With you? She wanted to ask but knew neither one of them was at liberty to make such promises.

His lips moved to her neck. “Was it as good as you expected, mo leannan?”

“Better.” She arched into him as his mouth claimed her breast. “Never in all my days did I imagine such pleasure.”

“You are precious to me, m’lady.” His eyes