A Beautiful Lie (The Camaraes) (76 page)

“
I want it fast,
”
she confessed shamelessly. 
“
I want you inside me
now
,
”
she panted wantonly, completely stripping Lachlan of any lingering semblance of restraint.  He was inside her, stretching her to her very limits before she had even a second to anticipate his entry.

Muria moaned her deep, drugged ecstasy as Lachlan began to thrust.  Before her marriage she had had no notion that she was capable of feeling- of displaying- such fiery passion and lust.  She hadn
’
t comprehended that it was even possible to feel such things for a man.  To
need
a man-
her
man- so badly that she ached and burned for him.

“
More,
”
she puffed, greedy in her search for completion.  Lachlan changed the tempo of his thrusts, and then gripped Muira
’
s leg.  He wound it around his waist, changing the angle of his entry, and his wife gasped her instant approval at the adjustment. 
“
So good,
”
she panted, clinging to him desperately. 
“
It feels so good.
”

“
You
feel so good,
”
Lachlan grunted, and then he claimed Muira
’
s lips once again, plundering her mouth as he forced their lower bodies to come crashing together, time after time. 

Pleasure sizzling through Muira
’
s veins as she breathlessly welcomed the thick girth of Lachlan
’
s huge cock, giving it up only with regret, loving the delicious friction that crackled through her body with every fierce thrust of her husband
’
s hips.

It wasn
’
t long before Muira felt herself begin to teeter on the edge of precipice.  She needed only one extra little nudge to send her toppling into oblivion.  She sobbed as much aloud, and Lachlan
’
s hand slid between their bodies to aid her.

“
Come for me, lass,
”
he panted in her ear, pinching the swollen nub of her clit between his thumb and forefinger, and giving Muira no other choice but to obey. 
“
I want to watch you,
”
he rasped.

Muira came with a keening cry, clenching violently around her husband
’
s cock as her body shook, and as Lachlan continued to plunge into her spasming cunt.  She slumped limply beneath him, still twitching, but utterly dazed with pleasure, as he continued to take her, furiously, brutally almost, as he sought his own release.

Lachlan hadn
’
t long to wait.  He came only a few seconds later with a strangled groaned.  The hot, sticky surge of his seed shot deep up into Muira
’
s womb, triggering a second, although less intense, orgasm of her own. 

Muira welcomed Lachlan
’
s weight when he inevitably collapsed on top of her, holding him close as they both struggled to catch their breath.  She whimpered reluctantly when he pulled back, trying to distractedly straighten his clothes as he gaze down into his wife
’
s face.

Muira gazed back.  Would it even be possible to love someone more than she loved this man?  She didn
’
t imagine so.  He was a part of her- her other half.  He made her whole. 
Did he feel the same?
  Muria wondered.  Could he tell how much he meant to her?  She might not have found the courage to distil her love into words, but Muira was almost convinced that her body betrayed her in every move that she made.

“
Well then, now that we
’
ve work up an appetite
…”
Lachlan chuckled, nodding towards the table and their meal.

Muira rolled her eyes, but she giggled.  Men!  Once they
’
d sated one need, it was straight on to alleviating the next.  She watched Lachlan walk over to the lunch, throwing open a window before taking a seat at the table.  She couldn
’
t help but appreciate the way his body moved- all toned muscle and sinew, athletic-looking and so powerful.  Despite her recent taste of ecstasy, Muria felt her cheeks flush all over again as she considered how Lachlan
’
s fine form could be best put to use
…

“
Are you going to join me, or am I to eat alone?
”
Lachlan teased, catching her staring over at him, which only caused Muira to blush harder. 

She slipped off the bed quickly, trying (and failing) to tidy her appearance so that it was just a little more respectable.  However, the smell of the meal, as Lachlan uncovered the dishes, had the most unwelcome effect on Muira
…

She clamped a hand over her mouth as a wave of sickness began to work its way up through her body, starting in her stomach, but moving quickly until it was soon burning the back of her throat.

“
Muira?
”
Lachlan frowned, in obvious concern. 
“
Muria, are you all right?
”
he asked, standing up again and leaving the table.

She groaned something unintelligible, desperately not wanting to be sick in front of Lachlan again!  Could anything be more degrading and less attractive?  However, she really didn
’
t have a choice. 

Muira managed to stagger over to the bowl on the top of the washstand before the nausea over took her.  She listened dimly as Lachlan murmured soothing words of comfort and gently rubbed her back.  He handed her a glass of water to swirl her mouth out with once she had recovered, and then helping her back to bed.

“
I
’
m sorry!
”
she wailed, allowing her husband to sit her back down on the mattress, but resisting his attempts to undress her.  She knew that she would be feeling fine in just a few more minutes.

“
Sorry?
”
Lachlan echoed, frowning still. 
“
You
’
ve nothing to be sorry for,
”
he assured her firmly. 
“
You
’
re obviously still unwell,
”
he sighed heavily, looking so very terribly worried that Muira almost blurted out her suspicions.  Despite all of the evidence, she still wasn
’
t
convinced
that she was pregnant however, so she bit her tongue for just a little longer. 
“
I
’
m going to send for the doctor,
”
he declared, marching towards the door.

“
Lachlan, no,
”
Muira begged.  She wanted to speak to the castle midwife, and not the cold, austere doctor. 
“
Please?  I
’
m sure it
’
s nothing sinister.
”
 

But this time her husband would not be persuaded, with a shake of his head as he anxiously ran a hand through his hair Lachlan finished making for the door, and then, with the solemn promise that he would return soon, he left.

Muira lay still for a few minutes, waiting to be sure that she was feeling better, before ringing for her maid.  Liane arrived, and good-naturedly cleaned the room, before Lachlan returned.  When her husband did return, Muira was relieved to see that he was alone.

“
The doctor
’
s not here,
”
he growled.  Lachlan looked relieved, but deeply confused by how much better his wife appeared. 
“
He
’
s had to go out to one of the neighbouring farms to deal with some accident.
”
 

Muria nodded. 
“
Well, I
’
m sure that
’
s for the best, we don
’
t need to bother-
”

“
You
’
re seeing him the second he gets back, Muria!
”
Lachlan barked, making both his wife and her maid jump.  Liane cast Muira a troubled glance, but Muira kept her silence. 
“
I couldn
’
t bare for anything to happen to you,
”
Lachlan confessed gruffly.

Muira reached for her husband, and gave his hand a gentle squeeze. 
“
I
’
ll see him then, if it would make you feel better,
”
she whispered, watching Lachlan visibly slump with relief. 

“
It would,
”
he sighed, kissing the top of her head.

“
I
’
m sorry about your lunch,
”
Muira murmured sadly, looking over at the ruined food.

“
Don
’
t be ridiculous,
”
Lachlan frowned.  His harsh tone took his wife a little by surprise. 
“
You
’
re a hundred times more important than some meal,
”
he swore, and Muira couldn
’
t help but smile. 
“
Do you want me to wait with you?
”
he asked, with a half glance at the time.