Pulling away from the kiss, I look down at the front of her dress and begin untying the ribbon. Her breathing is heavy, and concern is written across her face.
“Do’na worry. No one will see us here. I want to give ye what ye want, Ella.”
“This is what I want?” she asks through panting breaths.
“Aye, it is. I think I know you better than ye know yerself.”
Her dress falls to the ground, the ties of her petticoats are next. Within minutes she is clad only in her shift, the breeze pushing it close against her skin, making my mouth water as her dark nipples appear through the thick fabric.
I begin to take off my own clothes and watch as her arousal ticks higher with the removal of each piece.
“Ye like watching me undress, don’t ye, Ella?”
“Yes,” she whispers.
“Take off yer shift.” It’s the same as before. She waits for me to instruct her, then she takes her time exposing herself to me fully. She has a natural ability to be erotic that she is completely unaware of.
I bring my hands down to caress her breasts—full, soft, flawless creamy skin. I lift them slightly, pleased with their abundance, as I rub my thumbs around the rigid rosy points. She sighs as her head falls back, exposing the irresistible skin on her throat. I bring my mouth to it, licking up from her collarbone to the tender flesh below her ear. I pull it into my mouth, gently at first, teeth scraping, tongue tickling. The vibration of her moan drives me to suck harder.
“Alasdair!”
My arms are around her now, holding her close as she becomes heavier with relaxation. I release her neck and pursue her lips—I cannot stay away from them for long. She doesn’t want me to stay away from them, begging without words, and when she gets what she wants, she rewards me with a kiss in return that drives my desire to maddening heights while it speaks to my soul, confirming I belong to her.
“Lie down.”
I guide her to the grassy floor and lie next to her. My hand glides over her soft skin, following the moving highlights that shine brightly between the shadows. I will write about this moment, though it is more beautiful than words will ever justify. Ella and I were meant to be together. I can sense it deep within my soul and perhaps beyond, in the realm of past lives, intuition, and our sixth sense. Maybe it doesn’t have a name, but whatever it is, it knows that we are home.
I move lower across her stomach and through her coarse fur. She spreads her legs and sighs as my fingers find her slick with desire. My cock swells to a full erection, instinctively preparing to give her what she needs. I play with her for a while longer, teasing her clit and preparing her entrance with my fingers. Wanting more, she pushes her hips harder toward my hand, so I keep them deep inside her as the heel of my palm massages her swollen nub. She almost cums when I take her nipple in my mouth and roll it between my teeth, but I stop before she does.
A cool breeze drifts by, raising chills on her skin while the shadows of the ancient oak’s leaves and branches dance across her body. I move to cover her with my own, taking position between her welcoming legs. I kiss along the side of her neck, then bite along her jaw before taking her mouth again. She’s pushing against me, moaning, yearning. When I bring myself to her entrance, the sounds become louder, and when I enter her in a controlled thrust, resisting the urge to drive hard and fast, she cries out my name.
I take my time, building our momentum slowly, gliding in and out of her tight sheath, savoring her pleasure as it vibrates in the air and pulls me deeper.
“Look at me, Ella.”
Her eyes open, and my heart pounds harder in my chest. There it is—just as I suspected it would be—the glow of blue that seems otherworldly. But only when we make love out of doors, somewhere in nature, does this phenomenon occur. Each night and two mornings since our arrival at Galloway Castle, we came together in either her room or mine, and never did her eyes become bright with a crystalline glow that matches the pale blue sky as it approaches the blazing sun. It is only when she is allowed the freedom to experience what her ancient ancestors thrived on.
Her hips are pushing against me as my thrusts become harder and faster. I feel her tightening around me as she cries out my name.
“Alasdair!”
Neither of us can hold back now, the pleasure too intense, and we both fall into the ecstasy that seems only possible between us. It is blinding, all-consuming, it tears us apart and puts us back together, and each time it does, it reconnects us to who we once were, ensuring that, eventually, our souls become one.
We slowly come down, holding tight to one another, neither wanting to let go. Her body relaxes as it yearns to rest. But I don’t want her to sleep just yet. I need her to know.
“Ella.”
She opens her eyes as her mouth lifts in a soft grin. They are back to their stunning blue, the black center large with sated desire. I stare at her for a moment longer, relishing this special moment.
“I love you.”
Her eyes widen on a small gasp, but she doesn’t say a word. She doesn’t need to. The single tear that escapes her glassy eye says all I need to know.