She looked nervous, and he immediately wished to remove the expression on her face and replace it with the hooded gaze she had had earlier.
“Aye,” he answered. “Only when a man is pleased with ye.”
She swallowed again. “And are you pleased with me, my Laird?”
His cock jumped at the sheer innocence of her question, and at that moment, he itched to corrupt her.
“Aye,” he answered, brushing his knuckles over her curls. “I’m very pleased with ye.”
She smiled softly, and he moved up to kiss her long and slow, before pulling back to look at her again.
“Will ye trust me, Violet?” he asked.
“Yes, my Laird.”
“I want ye to call me by me name.”
He had hated hearing Callum’s name fall from her lips, for she was his and his alone.
She swallowed thickly and nodded, but it wasn’t enough.
“Say me name, Violet.”
She swallowed again and lowered her eyes. “Ruaridh.”
It was the sweetest sound he had ever heard her make, and he instantly wished to hear her scream out his name when she reached her peak.
He kissed her again, and this time he didn’t stop until he was breathing in her arousal. Using one hand to part the folds of her sex, he licked her with one long, gentle stroke of his tongue, unable to stop himself.
It took her time to give herself to the pleasure, but once she did, her hips began to move against his tongue, her moans turning into breathless gasps.
He slid a finger into her and hissed as her warmth wrapped around him. His cock twitched in his breeches, aching to sink into her, but he focused on pleasuring her.
He kept the thrusts of his fingers slow to help her adjust, and once she relaxed again, he added a second finger, unable to look away from her weeping sex.
They were obscene and beautiful, the wet sounds of his fingers sliding in and out of her, a cacophony that had him gritting his teeth to rein in his lust. Her eyes were closed, her lips parted as breathless gasps escaped them.
She was a beauty to behold, and from the spasm of her inner walls around his fingers, he knew she was close. He leaned forward to kiss her nub, as his fingers slid in and out of her, and her back arched off the bed, her hands curling into his hair.
“Please, my Laird,” she gasped.
He nipped her lightly. “I told ye to call me by name. Shall I stop?”
“No,” she gasped. “Please, Ruaridh.”
He groaned and lowered his head again, increasing the pace of his fingers and matching it with his tongue. It didn’t take long for her to reach her peak.
When she screamed out his name in ecstasy, Ruaridh felt his cock harden even more painfully, and he bit back a groan. He craved release, but he wanted to do right by her. She might claim not to care, but he wanted their first time together to be after they were wed and not before.
So instead of seeking his release, he kissed his way up her body and rolled onto the side, pulling her to lie across his chest as his heart pounded madly.
If anyone had told Violet that she would feel so completely sated and yet hungry with a burning need for the Laird a few days prior, she would have thought the person insane. But here she was, satisfied to the bone as she lay draped across his chest.
His warm hand held her close against his warm body, which was regrettably clothed, unlike hers, but the rapid pounding of his heart made her smile, knowing he was just as affected as she had been.
For a man so rough-looking, he had been a gentle and attentive lover, and while she had once feared the consummation of marriage, now she looked forward to it.
She breathed him in deeper, loving the rich, masculine scent that made her feel safe, and sighed contentedly. She never wanted this to end.
