She was a fine-looking lass, her skin as soft as silk as he ran his palm over her curves. But Katie was so much more than her pretty face and womanly form. She was smart, caring, strong, and the perfect woman for him. His desire for her was so powerful, he had to be careful not to spill himself like some untried youth but to make sure this was as pleasurable for her as it was for him.
He’d never bedded a virgin before, so he had to go slow, as much as he wanted to just plunge himself inside her and feel her moist warmth wrap around his very needy cock.
Tonight she would be his. Forever. He would not take the virtue of a gently reared lass and not offer marriage. He would work out all the details tomorrow. Now he wanted to feel her under him, moaning with passion, her heavy-lidded eyes watching him as she broke apart in his arms.
He allowed his hand to wander over her curves, where her body dipped at her waist, then rose over her hip. He covered her nicely plump bottom with his hand and pulled her against the proof of his desire for her. “Ach, lass. Do ye feel what ye do to me? How much I desire ye?”
Katie nodded, her own hands busy running over his chest, shoulders, and back. She kissed his neck and rubbed her face back and forth, inhaling deeply. “Ye smell like the hills of Scotland, the air filled with thistle and heather.”
“We need to get rid of the rest of these clothes,” Evan murmured. He sat up and was rewarded with the delightful sight of Katie lying on the mattress, her auburn hair spread around her head like a halo, the light from the fireplace bringing out the golden highlights. When she saw him studying her, she moved to cover her breasts and mons. He grabbed her hands and moved them to her sides. “Nay, lass. Ye’ve nothing to be ashamed of. Ye are beautiful.”
“But I am the only one undressed.” A slight blush rose to her lovely cheeks, raising his ardor even more.
He made quick work of removing her half boots and stockings, then his own stockings, boots, shirt, and trews. Settling alongside her, he pulled her into his arms and covered her mouth, cheeks, eyelids, and jawline with small kisses. “Ye taste like honey and sunshine.”
“Aye? Ye know what sunshine tastes like, then?”
He growled at her laughter and kissed her again. He’d never experienced such joy while sharing a bed with a lass. He could not imagine why he’d thought up until now that bedding was a serious business. With Katie he felt free, happy, and more content than he’d ever been in his life.
He moved from her mouth to the tops of her breasts, close to where they joined in the center. Despite her quips, she tasted sweet, and a bit salty from their day’s work. He fisted her hair in his fingers as he once again took her mouth while his hand wandered down her body. “Yer skin is so smooth, like the finest silk.”
“And yers is rough, like a warrior.”
“I am a warrior. And dinnae forget it.” He nibbled on her earlobe, his breath coming faster as the temperature in the room rose, and his craving for Katie continued to increase. Needing his release, but kenning hers should c
ome first, he moved his hand down to the curly hair between her legs. “Open yer legs, lass. Let me pleasure ye.”
She shifted, allowing his fingers to delve into her moistness. “Aye. Ye are ready for me.” He smiled with satisfaction at her slight gasp and the tightening of her fingers on his shoulders. “Do ye like that?”
“Aye. ’Tis mighty fine.” She began to move, her hips twitching, her legs straightening, then pushing her center hard against his hand. “Harder, Evan. I dinnae know what I want, but I feel like something is out there.”
“Just relax, mo chridhe. Let me do all the work.” He kissed her, his fingers continuing his assault, then he moved his lips to her breast and suckled deeply.
“Ach!” Her moan was soft as she moved her head back and forth, pressing against his hand.
“That’s it, lass. Enjoy it.”
Eventually, she collapsed against the mattress, her whole body shaking from the deep breaths she took. She opened her eyes. “Is that it?”
Evan’s bark of laughter bounced off the walls. “Nay, mo chridhe. ’Tis my turn.”
He moved over her, opening her legs with a nudge of his knees. “This will feel strange at first and maybe hurt a bit because it’s yer first time. But have no fear; the pain won’t last long.”
He eased into her, the heat and moistness from her release making the way easier. It took all his years of experience to keep from plunging into her warmth. He closed his eyes and gritted his teeth. Inch by inch, he moved forward.
He stopped and opened his eyes. Katie licked her lips and he groaned. He could wait no longer. Resting his head near her ear, he whispered, “I’m so sorry, lass.” With one quick thrust he was completely inside her.
Her quick breath was all that told him she’d felt him break through her maidenhead. She was moist, warm, and soft. He stopped for a minute to allow her to adjust to him. When she nodded, silently telling him all was well, he wiped the lone tear that trickled down her cheek. “’Twill be all pleasure from now on. I promise.”
Evan began moving, kenning he was not going to last long. Not with this woman under him, having already seen her pleasure and wanting her for so long.
His movements grew quicker as Katie began to move with him. She hooked her leg over his and picked up his rhythm.
“Ach. I’m afraid I’m not going to last long.” The words were barely out of his mouth when he surged forward and spilled his seed into her, pulling her close. “Tha thu agam a-nis.” Ye are mine now.
Chapter Nineteen
“I shall find a priest when we return to the castle.”