She reached for his buttons, eager to free his erection, but a clearly impatient Ewan beat her to it. His hot, hard length sprang into her hand with a satisfying slap. Her fingers wrapped around it, and she gave him a firm squeeze.
“God, you are good at this. I have taught you well,” he groaned.
“I’ve had plenty of practice,” she replied, stroking him in an all too familiar rhythm.
He was the only man she had ever been with, and Ewan had been the most excellent of teachers—patient and loving, but also willing to challenge Caroline and help extend her boundaries. To explore her sensual needs.
“I want to be inside you. To feel your slick heat and your sex clasp around me when you climax,” he murmured.
Caroline shifted, rising up to position the head of his cock at her entrance. Ewan’s right hand settled on her hip, gripping tight to her bunched-up skirts. His left hand helped to guide her as she slowly sank down, taking him all the way to the hilt. She let out a shuddering breath, the intrusion so complete, so exquisite.
“Oh, you will be the death of me,” he growled.
It was one of his favorite expressions whenever they made love. At times, he was prone to curse and whisper all manner of uncouth and wicked things, but this was the one phrase he reserved for when his blood was on fire for her. For those nights when Caroline knew she would get little rest.
Their foreheads touched and she sobbed. “I will be struggling to walk tomorrow if you plan to make this a long night on the ramparts.”
Ewan thrust up hard into her, stroking her fevered flesh. “I promise, just once here, then I will take you to bed. Your knees might well be suffering, but I can assure you that this cold stone is no friend to my bare ass.”
With her hands resting on his shoulders, Caroline rose, then slowly rocked back down. The thick length of him dragged over her sensitive bud, sending sparks of pleasure racing through her body. She moved in an attempt to quicken the pace. Ewan gripped her hip, forcing her to slow down.
“Don’t be in such a hurry. Let’s take our time. I want you to savor this moment.”
Caroline closed her eyes and sighed. He was right. She was in too much of a hurry all the time at the moment. This connection with her husband, her lover, shouldn’t be rushed.
“I’m sorry. I am trying. My head is so full of everything,” she whispered.
Ewan’s hand settled on her cheek. His thumb brushed gently back and forth. He kissed her lips, his touch so heartbreakingly tender. So full of love.
“I know. But this is our time. You and me. Whatever else is happening, it has to stay apart from us. I won’t lose you. That’s why I have decided to steal you away from everything.”
His words stirred Caroline from her thoughts. Ewan feared he was losing her. Nothing could be further from the truth. She needed this man more than ever. He was her port in the swirling storm.
She continued to rock back and forth, riding him. “You said you wanted to steal me away from everything. What did you mean? Do you mean here, on the ramparts?”
His eyes glinted in the shadowy light of the moon. “No. I am going to take you up to the Key for a couple of days. We are leaving in the morning. Master Crowdie has organized food and bedding for the hunting lodge. Once we are there, we won’t be disturbed.”
Caroline stopped. “We can’t. I—we—there are too many guests.”
Ewan’s grip on her hips tightened. “We can and we will. Sometimes I think you forget who I am. I have commanded this and so it will be.” His gruff words and deep thrust had her clenching around him.
“That’s more like it,” he groaned. “But I think you need more.”
He lifted her off him and scrambled to his feet. Caroline hadn’t time to protest or question what he was doing before she found herself backed against the battlements and her skirts raised once again. Ewan’s strong arms wrapped around her waist, hauling her up. He slowly lowered her down onto the end of his thick engorged length, filling her.
“I think it’s time I showed you the power of the Duke of Strathmore,” he said.
His thrust was hard and satisfyingly deep. Caroline held onto Ewan’s jacket as he took her fiercely up against the ancient stone wall. Her head rested on his shoulder as he claimed her body. When she finally yielded, he brought her to a sobbing climax. Her mind had not yet cleared before a deep groan of completion reached her ears, and Ewan stilled.
“I love you,” she whispered.
“Always.”
ChapterEight
Ewan didn’t get it all his own way. He had planned on them spending two full days hidden away from the family at the hunting lodge, but when Caroline made a fuss, he had to concede one of those days. In the end, he decided that any time they had away from the castle and their multitude of guests would do his wife a power of good.
It bloody better had, or I am going to throttle the next person who comes directly to my wife for something when they could have gone to one of the senior servants or my steward.
