She felt heat searing her, melting her from the inside out. Her need beckoned him, she felt his hand, and still he made no move to possess. “Please...” she begged.
He whispered words to her in Gaelic. She heard them in her head in English. Open, my love, I will not force you. Show me your trust.
Her knees fell to the side giving him what he asked. His fingers found her heat, slipped inside.
She turned her head away as the shock of his probing fingers thrilled her body, threatening to consume her with the cresting waves of pleasure.
Need built inside her at his gentle touch. Her breath mixed with his as he prepared her for him.
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One finger became two, stretching, filling. She arched further, faster. Her breathing ceased as he brought her over the first crest. Spasms shook her body, tightening around his fingers.
He crushed her mouth to his, refusing to allow her passion to ebb, for even a moment.
Her arms and hands ran down his broad muscular back, lower over his narrow waist and gripped his buttocks. His complete nakedness thrilled her. When had he removed his clothes?
She’d been too enthralled to noticed.
She felt his full desire for her pressing against her entrance. He let her get used to his body, the weight and feel of him. She knew he was doing everything in his power to make her comfortable, wanting to ease the pain of her first time. Knowing this, had tears threatening, tears of joy for his compassion and tenderness.
Instead of weeping, her hands grew bolder, exploring his body with little of the shyness she held before. One hand slipped around his back and more thoroughly traced his hips. Slowly, she brought them to the front and found the long, thick, hard length of him. His body stiffened to hold control as he enjoyed her touch. Her eyes widened when she felt his size, his girth. She was sure she blushed. A little frightened, she traced his length. His head fell forward as her hands explored his body.
She sensed him holding back, waiting for her to be ready. Tara caught his lips in another desperate kiss, feeling her need mounting again, unable to wait any longer.
His body jerked against hers. Neither could he.
Take me. She urged with her mind, wanting to feel him inside her, wanting his fullness, and the sensation of having him fill her.
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Lashes fluttered opened, her eyes locked with his. The tip of him sought entry where none had been before. He forced control he didn’t know he had.
Slowly he lowered himself, she opened for him wider. He held back. “Make me yours, Duncan, I was meant to be yours.”
She gasped as he entered her body, felt herself tightening at his intrusion. He paused, and stopped moving. “I’m sorry, lass, it won’t happen the next time.”
“I know.”
He kissed her long and deep, waiting for her to adjust. Slowly his hips moved. With each slow stroke, she felt her body giving him the room he needed. The more they moved, the less pain she felt.
Each patient thrust brought her closer, closer to feeling his heart beat with hers.
Hunger replaced the pain. Patience, murmured words of encouragement, and friction brought a bigger and brighter need. Her hips moved, matching his rhythm. She raced with him, knowing the more was around the corner.
Higher and higher they climbed, and when she could hold back no longer, she wrapped her legs around his waist and let go. She exploded, becoming a thousand shimmering stars as she shuddered with her release. Tara called out, “Come with me, Duncan!”
Needing no further encouragement, he joined her mind, body and soul, his seed spilling deep inside her womb.
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Finally, when Tara looked about, firelight flickered on the walls of the room casting romantic shadows in their wake. The rain outside still fell in steady sheets, but the lightning and thunder had stopped.
She felt his heart beating beneath her ear. Her body never felt so wonderfully used. What does one say after such a satisfying experience? Thank you
doesn’t seem to cut it.
His chest started to rumble.
“You heard that?” Embarrassed, she glanced up at his smiling face.
“Guilty.”
Her lips tilted at his expression. His eyes were shut, but his grin was just this side of wicked.
“Well?”
He opened one eye, stared at her a moment, then shut it again. “Well what, lass?”
“You know exactly what.” She hit a playful hand to his chest. “You’re the teacher here, what does one say?”