Sleepless Night：A Highlander Time Travel(17)

I reveled in his tight hold, the feeling of his huge cock filling me. The way his thumb pressed deeper into my slicked ass was out of this world. He wanted to fuck me there just as much as I wanted him to do it. It had been a fantasy of mine. Until now. Until Ian. He would make it our reality.

I pushed up off the table at his extremely intimate touch, arched and shoved back even more deeply onto him. My rough movement slid his thumb hard against my virgin opening, stretching it, then pushing in. I was now filled completely and I groaned against Ian's palm over my mouth. There was a brief moment of burn that accompanied the stretch his broad thumb brought about, but it was gone in an instant. Instead, an orgasm flashed to life so intense I screamed. My pussy clenched, milked Ian's cock, trying to wring as much pleasure as possible. I felt my ass do the same to his intrusive thumb.

Ian continued to use my body for his needs, harder and faster. Thrust for hard thrust I met him, hoping he'd reach the same pinnacle, feel the same amazing orgasm I did. His fingers squeezed my ass cheeks almost painfully, they were still very sore from his spanking. I felt his body tense. His groan was stifled as his hot seed pulsed and pulsed deep inside me. I felt it warm and thickly coat my walls, seeping out around him. I was crammed full and there was no room for even his seed.

I slumped down onto the table, reveled in the coolness of the wood. It felt wonderful against my overheated flesh. My nipples still tingled, my core still pulsed with aftershocks of pleasure, my heart pounded in my ears. The colors behind my closed eyelids stopped dancing. I smiled, couldn't help it if I tried.

Slowly, carefully, Ian pulled his thumb from my ass. "When I set to marry ye, I knew ye would be a joy in bed. Ye are beyond my dreams."

I offered him a lazy glance over my shoulder, my face still resting on the table. He pulled his cock free next, used his shirt to wipe the cum from between my thighs.

"Oh my God. I'm… I'm not usually like that," I admitted.

Ian smiled, that same handsome leer. "Ye will be wi' me." Picking up his plaid, he wrapped it around me, the scratchy softness warming my cooling skin. I was completely covered, neck to ankles. He lifted me easily into his arms and carried me out of the room.

As he carried me through the outer room, cheering and laughter echoed off the stone walls. "Ian, you're naked!" I turned my face into his bare chest in embarrassment, even though I wasn't the one exposed to everyone. Since I felt his cock against my hip, I knew my own body blocked the front of him. That didn't mean he wasn't exposing his bare ass, long legs, muscular back…

"Aye, they can look all they wish. Most of them have seen me naked before."

I didn't want to think about how many women in the hall had seen him naked, and why.

"Even Glynnis?" I couldn't help but hear the shrewish tone to my own voice. Now I knew what Ian could do with that killer body of his, I didn't want to share any part of him with any other woman. Especially Glynnis.

"I was talking about the older women who changed my nappies when I was a bairn."

I didn't care about the older women. Let them look their fill. Ian was a worthy sight. But Glynnis. She'd certainly made it easy for me to dislike her.

"Besides, better my arse than yours," he grumbled in my ear.

The sound of possessiveness wrapped around me as snugly as his plaid and I let it go. I may have been stuck on Glynnis, but he wasn't. He was very much stuck on me.

He didn't stop moving, turning to a narrow stone stairwell that curved upward and to a bedchamber. Ian's room.

Kicking the door closed behind him, he stopped and kissed me. It was just as hot and steamy as before. Mind melting, toe tingling. "Let's breach that virgin arse. Ye are more than ready. I wanna make ye mine, wife."





CHAPTER EIGHT


Ian



"Now? So soon?" she asked, her breath fanning my neck.

Thank Christ the sounds of the clan were muted through the heavy door. I was their laird and they respected me, my leadership and commands. This was my wedding night—my only one—and they'd watched me struggle with my eagerness for my bride these past few weeks. Now, with the vows said and the blessings read, we could all relax some. For my people, that meant drinking to excess and expecting my bride to not be able to walk on the morrow.

I did not mind being ridiculed and besmirched by everyone, but not Alexandra. After being forced to marry Duncan, she needed a wedding night full of pleasurable memories alone, not the sounds of merrymaking from a bunch of sotted clansmen. I'd been waiting for this night for years—years!—and nothing would ruin it.

She wasna hard to carry, a perfect armful, soft and lush. Holding her against my chest, I was reminded of how small she was and how rough I'd been when I took her. I'd had to muffle her cries with my hand as she came all over my cock. She'd liked it. She'd liked everything we'd done. I knew from the first time I saw her that she was for me, that we were kindred spirits of a kind. Like minded in all things, it seemed, including tupping.