“Alasdair, that is beautiful. My God, could that really be true?”
I move closer and sweep my fingers through her hair. “Tell me, what did ye feel when ye saw me fer the first time, in the conservatory that fateful night?”
She hesitates, then replies, “You were…I couldn’t look away. You were so beautiful it didn’t seem real, and my insides constricted with a tension I’d never felt. I wanted to touch you so badly I could weep. The intensity confused me so much, and then I could feel the pulsing pleasure blossom between my legs.”
I feel a surge of blood fill my cock.
“When I noticed you weren’t alone, I wanted to run away, but I couldn’t. I had to stay. I wanted to see what you would do to her with your body, your manhood. But when you did, when you touched her, I was torn between intense desire and sickening jealousy. I wanted you to touchmethat way, not her.” She pauses then, eyes black with desire, face flushed and heated. “When you spoke, hearing your voice…it made the hair stand all over my body and my heart pound in my chest. Then you took her, hard and fast, and I thought I would choke on the emotion and pleasure that was overflowing inside me. But when you pulled away and took your shaft in hand, milking yourself across her back, I could feel you inside me, filling me with your essence, and I was unable to hold back any longer and…and my climax broke free.”
Her voice breaks a little as her head falls in shame.
“Come here,” I growl and pull her body to mine, my cock rigid with wanting to satisfy her.
I lift her face to mine and take her mouth as my tongue dives deep to feed her desire. We are both on our knees, pressing hard to one another, hands gliding across fiery skin, touching, squeezing, scratching. Her moan is muffled through the force of my kiss as I push her further and further. When I pull away to suck on her neck, she gasps, but when my hand finds her cunt dripping with her slippery wetness, she cries out my name and begs for more.
“I told ye before that I could feel ye there, knew yer presence before I could see ye.” My fingers slide into her tight channel, and my teeth latch onto the meat of her shoulder. “I was confused as well, couldn’a grasp what was happening, and then I saw ye, and just like that, I felt as if I turned into a wild beast, almost like a rage came over me. You were mine…and somehow, I knew it.” I pause to bite down on that irresistible bottom lip. “I was mad wi’ desire, and I wanted ye so badly. In my mind, I was fucking you and not the maid. ’Tis why I could’na last. I knew you could feel it too. I felt yer climax building, and it was too much; my cock exploded in release.” She’s grinding herself against my hand now, panting out my name. I put my mouth against hers. “I was angry. Could ye see it in my eyes? When ye looked at me, could ye see the mad desperation to have ye?”
“Yes.”
“Were ye jealous of the woman?”
“Very.” Her voice is gravelly.
“That’s because I am yours. From the day I was born, I belonged to you.”
I remove my hand and bring my fingers up to my mouth, licking away her sweet potion. My other hand pulls her closer, and she joins me with fervency. My bollocks tighten as she mimics my play, licking with her tongue, sucking with her lips. It’s erotic, bloody fantastic, and she loves it, so I push my fingers into her mouth and kiss along the edge of her lips while she sucks them deep and teases them with her tongue.
“Lie down. I’ve been too long wi’out ye, and I can’na handle the wiles of that exceptional mouth,” I pant, guiding her to her back. Looking down, I remember how desperately I wanted her. I brush the stray hairs away from her face, then lean down to press my lips against hers. “You heard what I said. I belong to you.”
I enter her with ease, relishing the warm softness that surrounds my rigid shaft. My skin tingles with tiny bolts of lightning as my body is strengthened by our union and weakened by the mind-numbing sensation of being inside her. Her legs wrap around my waist as my arms slide under her back to hold her close. I need as much contact as possible. I need to feel her skin against mine as we move with one another, a perfect momentum that feeds the passion to nourish the pleasure that, with her, is more than God intended.
“Alasdair,” she says against my ear, her panting breaths teasing my orgasm closer to the surface. She moans as I squeeze her tighter, then she takes the lobe between her teeth, biting down just enough, before teasing it with her tongue. “Alasdair…” Her fingernails dig into the sweat-covered skin of my back, forcing my hips to grind harder against her. The pitch of her cries grows higher with the added pressure.
“Cum fer me, Ella,” I command, knowing how much she loves being pushed beyond the boundaries in which she was raised. She tightens around me, driving me to push harder.
“Alasdair!”
My thrusts are labored through the pulse of her release, unmistakable in the contractions that pull me deeper and the sound of her cries that sing to my soul.
I squeeze her tighter, pulling her face back toward mine so I can take her mouth while my orgasm paralyzes my body with its force. But her body knows I’m not done, so she pushes herself against me, taking over the thrusting for me, gifting me with a longer release than I would have otherwise enjoyed.
We stay that way, connected not only to each other but to the moment, gently riding the ebbing tide of our release. How is it that this feels just as good as the pinnacle? In some ways, more. To lie with my mate, my ethereal wife, sated by the pleasure only our love can create. Her eyes are dreamy as they stare into mine. They speak to me, an inexplicable communication that tells a story of love that is so deep and so profound, it knows no end.
“Ye are an exquisite woman, Ella Stewart. My heart beats fer you, and I will spend the rest of my life offering thanks, not only to God and to fate, but to the lovers that connected our souls fer eternity.”
She sighs in reply, a lazy smile lifting her cheeks. “I love you, Alasdair.”