The Buchanan nipped at her neck in response, and then urged her back slightly. Evina glanced down then, and bit her lip as she saw the darker skin of his suntanned hand on the lily-white skin of the breast he’d bared. Her gaze shifted when he then tugged the top of her gown lower to reveal the second breast, and she instinctively arched, her lower body rubbing against his as he claimed that breast with his other hand too.
“Beautiful,” he growled, squeezing and massaging her flesh until her nipples tightened to two hard points. He then bent his head and claimed one of those points, drawing it into his mouth and teasing it with his tongue until she was writhing in his lap.
“M’lord, please,” she gasped, her nails digging into the tops of his shoulders. Evina had no idea what she was begging for until one of his hands dropped away and down, only to slide up under her skirts. She was vaguely aware of it drifting up her thigh, but there was so much going on she wasn’t really sure of what he was doing until his fingers glided across the damp flesh at her core.
Evina cried out in shock and froze, until his fingers began to circle and move back and forth over an area that had never been touched before. She began to shake and shudder then, her body responding despite her shock, and then her hips began to move, her body chasing his teasing caress and the mounting excitement building in her.
She was vaguely aware of crying out, and murmuring insensible nonsense, but mostly she was clutching his shoulders, and striving toward something she didn’t understand. And then he nipped lightly at the nipple he’d been laving, and something pushed up into her, breaking some tiny thread of need and making her scream and shudder and clench around his hand as her body began to convulse. That’s when he removed his hand, clasped her hips to shift her slightly and brought her down so that something much larger than his fingers pushed up into her, splitting her in half.
Evina’s pleasure ended on a startled shriek of pain, and her eyes opened in shock as she realized what had just happened. He was inside of her. He’d taken her maiden’s veil. How had it happened? How could it have been so easy and fast? All he’d done was kiss and touch her. She still had her gown on, for heaven’s sake. And he wore his plaid. It shouldn’t be this easy.
She was awash with so much shock and confusion that it took Evina a moment to realize that she wasn’t the only one who had stilled. The Buchanan too had frozen and, after a moment, pulled back slightly, leaning his upper body away from hers. Aware that he was looking at her, Evina forced her eyes open, and met his gaze.
“But ye were married,” he said with amazement.
Evina merely stared at him, incapable of explaining anything just then. She’d just lost her innocence. She was still perched on his cock, for God’s sake. And all that pleasure she’d chased and so briefly enjoyed was completely gone now, replaced with confusion, fear and regret. Not to mention a sharp pain between her legs that was most unpleasant.
“Ye’re shaking,” he muttered, suddenly with concern. “Do no’ cry. ’Tis all right.”
Evina blinked, realizing only then that yes, indeed, tears were leaking from her eyes. And she was trembling. Good Lord, she never cried, and this was certainly no time to act like a ninny, she told herself grimly. So, she’d lost her innocence? She hadn’t been saving it for anyone anyway, Evina reminded herself. She’d already been married and widowed, and her father had promised she could remain unwed and run Maclean until her dying days and then leave it to Gavin. That was the plan.
This was fine, Evina assured herself. She’d experienced the bedding, learned that she wasn’t missing a thing and could now live out the rest of her days knowing she hadn’t lost out on much by not marrying. Their priest had always said the marriage bed was a trial the woman had to suffer to pay for Eve’s misdeeds. Now she knew it to be true. While she’d experienced a very brief pleasure, it certainly was not worth the pain she was now suffering. Good Lord, had he used his manhood, or was it his sword he’d shoved up inside her?