her core settling right below his hardness so that his cock strained against the linen sheet, aiming for the curls as he dragged his hands down her sides to her thighs.
She mewled again, and he was suddenly aware of a warm wetness against his bollocks; she was so ready for him, she was dampening the linen between them.
“Lass, ye’re killing me,” he gasped, reaching around to dig his fingertips into her arse and tug her forward.
But she froze. He tugged again, and she fell forward, bracing her hands on either side of his head. Her curls fell around him, and he inhaled her rosewater scent.
“Ye—ye ken who I am, then?”
The question was asked in that same husky whisper, but there was a hesitation there.
She hadn’t moved again, was holding herself still, and Kiergan smiled as he ran his hands across her hips again. “Aye, lass,” he murmured, knowing for certes this was Davina, as his fingers delved into her curls. “And yer secret’s safe with me.”
Mayhap she would’ve responded, but at that moment his middle finger found her wetness, dragging along the swollen slit, and she sucked in a gasp and arched her back. Luckily, that brought her glorious, heavy tits closer to his mouth. How had Davina hidden these? It mattered not, because right now, she was naked atop him in bed, and he intended to take what was offered.
When he closed his lips around her nipple, she groaned and flexed her hips, pushing her dripping core down around his finger. As he slid inside her, they both made little noises of satisfaction, and Kiergan found himself flexing upward, as if the friction of the linen between them would offer him solace.
Nay, he knew what he needed. And what she needed, based on how she was panting and rocking against his hand.
“Lass, come for me,” he whispered, and was surprised when she straightened, pulling her nipple from his mouth.
“Nay!” And before he could be disappointed by her denial, she was moving forward, frantically scrabbling at the sheet even as she gyrated against him. “I want ye, Kiergan. I didnae come here for yer fingers, but for ye.”
And before he could wonder what she meant, she was leaning forward, then reaching between her legs to push aside the linen and grasp his cock. St. Columba forgive him, but it felt so good, he whispered a blasphemy which even Father Ambrose would have to frown about.
But Davina just chuckled, which turned into a gasp as she slid her wetness along his cock.
“St. Columba’s left bollock, lass, ye’re a bold one.” His hands felt to her hips, his fingertips digging into her skin. “Ye want to fook me like this?”
“Nay, Kiergan,” she whispered, her voice thick with desire. “I want ye to bring me unimaginable pleasure.”
He had to chuckle, although ‘twas becoming harder and harder to maintain control, to not thrust upward into her tightness.
“I am yers, milady,” he murmured.
She stilled momentarily, then shifted her grip on his cock. In one sudden movement, she sat back atop it, and before he could suck in a breath, he was fully surrounded by her heat, her tightness, and her desire.
Through this fog of pleasure, he realized she’d frozen. ‘Twas only then he realized he’d heard her faint cry of pain, felt a momentary barrier give way, before she was fully seated atop him.
St. Columba fook me. She’s a virgin!
When he heard her make a noise which might’ve been a sniff, or might’ve been a faint chuckle, he realized he’d said the words aloud.
“I was a virgin,” she corrected dryly, her voice tight with pain as she sat on his cock. Then she shifted forward, ‘twas no more than a fraction of an inch, but the movement caused a burst of pure pleasure to jolt from his cock directly to his brain, and Kiergan sucked in a breath.
In that moment, he knew it didn’t matter how they’d gotten to this point; he wasn’t going to waste it.
She’d been a virgin, aye, but she’d come to him, she’d seduced him. ‘Twas clear she wanted this, for whatever reason, and he’d be a fool to push her away, or worse, sound the alarm.
Nay, Davina MacKinnon was obviously a gift from the saints—although what he’d done to deserve such a surprise, he knew not—but he wouldn’t ignore it.
“Och, lass,” he managed in a strangled voice, “dinnae move yet. I’m sorry I dinnae ken ye were a virgin, but there are ways to make this easier for ye.”
She’d frozen