Medieval Highlands 01 - Highland Vengeance (25 page)

“OH, GOD, OH, GOD! Aaaahhh,” she sobbed, bucking against him.

He began to suckle her, softly drawing on the ultra-sensitive crown of her femininity with his mouth and made rapid flicking motions with his tongue at the same time.

A guttural cry burst from her throat and she went rigid, her belly and thighs quaking and quivering. “Ohhhhhaaaaaahhhhmmmm—mmm—mmm.” With one last straining arch of her back, she fell limp to the mattress, her breath coming in harsh blasts. Daniel thrust his tongue into her still-convulsing canal and relished the feel of those tight muscles clenching his tongue. “Mmmm,” he groaned, craving to experience them grasping his sex just as tenaciously.

He slid up her pliant body and settled between her thighs, pressing the tip of his shaft slightly inside of her. He rubbed his chest against her naked breasts, teasing her nipples into more tautly wound nubs with his crisp hair, as he wrapped her long, bronze locks in his fists, held her head still, and devoured her mouth.

After a long moment, he lifted his head and gazed into her languor-filled eyes, his lungs blowing. ‘Twas clear she was still dazed from her first release, and he hoped that would work in his favor. “I need to be inside of you now, sweetheart, I can wait no longer. Pray, forgive me, my love, for I fear I may not be as gentle with you as you need—my desire for you is too great.” He bent his head and thrust his tongue in her mouth as he plunged inside her, once, twice, three times, in rapid succession, until he had at last torn through her maidenhead and sheathed himself completely. “Aaahhh!”

“Owww!”

He stilled. The inner walls of her canal squeezed the entire length of his erection. “Blood of Christ!” he gasped in pleasure. Eyes firmly shut, his breath labored and his muscles stretched, a cold sweat broke out on his forehead from the effort to keep his burgeoning climax in check and give his bride a moment to adjust to his invasion.

*

Maryn bit down hard on her lip. The burn of a thousand bee stings ignited the place where she and Daniel were joined. And after the near heart-stopping rapture of the moment before, she was shocked by the intensity of the pain now. She did not know if she could do this. Ever again. Would he expect her to let him ram himself inside her every night? If so, she hoped it did not take too long a time for him to finish, for she might be able to stand it for a minute or two, but certainly not more.

She lifted her eyes to her husband’s taut countenance. In the last seconds since her outburst, he’d gone still. Mayhap he was done? She truly hoped that he was. “Daniel, move off of me, it hurts.”

His lids fluttered, then lifted meeting her gaze. With a look of contrition, he said, “Sweetheart, I know I hurt you, but the pain will not last long once I begin again. I swear it.”

“So…you have not…you know…yet?”

The smile he gave her was strained as he shook his head.

Maryn could not bring herself to ask him to move away from her again. Not until he’d found his own pleasure as well. She tried hard to keep the disappointment from her voice when she said, “I see.”

“Dry your tears, love, I beg you.”

She wept? She had not known. “I do not weep,” she lied, “my eyes are damp from the…umm…smoke from the hearth.”

His lips tipped in a tender smile. “‘Tis a sweet untruth, that,” he said, before brushing them across each of her eyes and softly kissing the tears from her cheeks.

Her husband quaked rather forcefully now, she realized. Wrapping her arms around his waist, she lifted her head and gave him a soft kiss on the mouth. “I know you liked it not that you hurt me and I do want you to find your pleasure with me—the pain
is
almost gone.” And it truly was, Maryn was amazed to discover. “Make love to me, Daniel.”

A look of relief came over his countenance. With his eyes boring deeply into hers, he began to move in shallow plunges.

A feeling of splendor washed over Maryn and, before she realized it, she began to match her husband’s movements, opening her thighs wide as she moaned with utter delight.

“Wrap your legs around me, my love.”

Maryn complied and found that the new angle brought her even more pleasure. She felt herself tensing and trembling the way she had before when Daniel was savoring her. This time she knew what to expect and she gloried in the process.

“You are so lovely, sweetheart. And you fit around me so snugly—like a newly sewn glove,” he rasped out. “God’s truth, you do please me, love.” Taking hold of her hips, he plowed more deeply, more rapidly, into her. As he moved inside her, he brought his head down to her breast and suckled her nipple.

It was all that was needed to send her hurtling once more through the heavens. Maryn saw stars, thought she would swoon as a keening cry exploded from her throat. Fiery heat licked over her skin as she arched and strained, her inner muscles expanding and contracting around her husband’s thick, stroking manhood, while wave after wave of acute pleasure washed over her.

*

Maryn’s cries of ecstasy echoed through the chamber. Daniel growled and strained not to find his own release as he felt her sleek canal milking him in its hot grasp. But he was not near finished loving her yet. He rose to his knees, put his hands on the insides of her thighs and pushed them even further apart. Gazing down at the place where their bodies were joined, he slowly moved in and out of her. He felt himself grow harder still seeing her from this angle, watching as he delved into her feminine portal. She had her virgin’s blood on the junction of her thighs and his erection was red with it.

Still determined to draw out this first mating, he slowly pulled out of her, and a chill ran over his skin. He sucked a sharp breath through clenched teeth at the acute pleasure-pain.

She whimpered. Limp from the strength of her release and her eyes still closed, she was clearly in an erotic haze.

Daniel rolled to his side and rested his head on his palm as he gently tickled the sensitive folds of her labia once more with the tips of his fingers.

She moaned and threw her head back.

He stroked one, then two fingers inside her and rubbed her sensitive nub with his thumb. “Do I hurt you?”

She let out a loud moan and widened her thighs. “Nay,” she gasped, straining against his hand and trembling as he expertly stoked the flames of her desire once more.

Daniel’s sex expanded to a painful degree, his gaze never leaving his beautiful love-thralled wife. Her skin was flushed a rosy hue and damp from the attainment of sexual release. And her musky sex smell drove him mad as well. He leaned down and opened his mouth wide over the peak of her breast, sucking hard. When the wet velvet of her inner muscles began to contract around his fingers, he increased his sensual massage.

“Ooohhh…ah…ah…aaahhh,” she cried out, her face contorting in rapture.

Daniel continued his erotic manipulations until he’d given her another orgasm. But before the last wave of her release was over, he thrust himself back inside her. “Come for me again,” Daniel ground out.

“Aye,” she agreed, tossing her head as he brought her to the precipice of release once more. “Please…harder…oh, God, faster! Oooaaahh!”

He slammed into her, so deep he touched her womb, and immediately, uncontrollably, exploded inside her. “Maryn! Ahhh…ahhh…ahhh…aaahhh!” Giant swells of ecstasy crashed over him as he experienced the longest orgasm of his life.

This sent her over the edge as well, and she arched, screaming his name and fell back, limp and gasping for breath.

Dizzy from the incredible climax he’d just experienced, Daniel collapsed on top of her, nuzzling her neck with his day’s growth of beard. The feel of her soft, damp breasts billowing against his chest with each harsh breath, as well as her curving hips, so perfectly cradling him, fulfilled him in a way he’d never been before. He imagined remaining inside her while he recovered and then taking them both on another trip to the stars.

Nay, he must somehow control his lust for her, else he would surely maim her should he take her again too soon. As it was, she was bound to be quite sore from the aggressiveness of their recent loveplay.

A sense of complete satisfaction unfurled inside him, for his wife was an extremely passionate woman; the type of woman he’d dreamed of sharing his life with, but never believed he would. He kissed her shoulder and ran his lips up the side of her neck until he reached the soft lobe of her ear. “I do so enjoy angling for
cold trout
, wife,” he teased.

When he felt her body tense under his, he slowly pulled out of her and rolled to his side. Rising up on one elbow, he propped his head on his hand and gazed down at her. He was gratified to see the bright lights that sparked in her slumberous eyes.

“And I’ve acquired a taste for what that clever rod of yours offers, husband,” she quipped.

He chuckled at her quick retort and, grabbing hold of her, tickled her ribs.

She screamed and giggled. “No more! Stop! Stop! I beg you!”

When he did, Daniel could not keep himself from teasing her once more. “The way you gobble your food, I know not if I should encourage your
taste
for what my
clever rod
offers!”

“
Daniel!
” Both embarrassment and shock brimmed in her voice, but a light of confusion twinkled in her eye, which gave him a needed reminder of her innocence. He gazed down into her starlit eyes and stroked his fingers across her soft, smiling lips. He bent and repeated the action with his tongue, tasting the salt of their recent exertion. “I love you, Maryn,” he murmured against her mouth.

*

Maryn’s heart skipped a beat. Her smile changed to one of joy as she caressed his cheek. “And I love you, Daniel.”

He grinned and lifted his head to study her, a look of concern on his face. “Did I hurt you terribly, sweetheart? Are you tender?”

Heat rushed to her cheeks. She simply could not bring herself to voice her answer—it was much too humiliating. She did manage to shake her head, however, but Daniel would not be swayed. He rose from their bed and doused a cloth into the water in the wash basin, holding it in his hand a moment to warm it to an acceptable state of coolness before coming back to her side.

“Open for me, Maryn,” he demanded softly. “I want to cleanse your thighs of your virgin’s blood, and the cool cloth will sooth any soreness you may be feeling. I need to see for myself that my eagerness did not bruise you.”

After the second gentle urging, Maryn reluctantly did as her husband requested. She was mortified at having him examine her so. She knew this was not a rational reaction—after all, he’d not only seen that part of her earlier, he’d had his mouth on it as well! Rational or no, she could not watch him while he tended to her. She turned her head on the pillow and instead gazed at the flames licking the logs in the hearth.

*

Daniel was relieved to see that there was no visible chafing once he’d rinsed her clean. He tested the tenderness of her feminine passage by slowly entering her with his finger. She tensed and hissed in a breath, giving him the answer he sought. He withdrew and leaned down to place a healing kiss on the delicately feminine region to which he’d just caused pain but that had given him his ultimate pleasure. After which, he rose from the bed to take care of his own cleansing.

He smiled, a bit amused by his wife’s inability to speak to him about her body, especially after the open way she’d responded to him earlier. But recalling the first moments after he’d broken her maidenhead—and later, the aggressiveness of his strokes inside her as he found his own release—he frowned and threw the damp cloth he’d just washed himself with into the blood-pinkened water. He should have been much more gentle with her. Thankfully, he had not truly hurt her. For she was tender, as he’d expected her to be, but not bruised as he’d feared she might be. But he would not be able to bed her again for a couple of days—he must survive on sweet memories instead.

Raising an eyebrow in speculation, a devilish smile tipped the corner of his mouth as he thought of other ways they might enjoy each other in the meantime. He turned and looked over at his wife. She was sound asleep. The devilish smile turned instantly to an arrogant grin. He’d exhausted her—just as he’d fantasized doing.

A moment later, Daniel lifted the corner of the blanket covering his side of the bed and crawled in beside his slumbering wife. He pulled her into his arms to hold her against him while he slept for the first time in too many nights. He fell asleep with a contented heart.