“Of course, I would. I’ve already had one arranged marriage. I wasnae about to have another. Besides, I’d rather die than marry a man like him.” She squeezed his hand again, her heart full of affection. “I hope ye ken by now, Edan, that I only ever wanted to be a good wife to ye.”
He did not reply to that. Instead, he bent his head towards hers, and she knew he was going to kiss her again. With a fluttering heart, she moved forward to meet his lips with her own, knowing it was what she wanted most in the world at that moment.
“Edan,” Olivia breathed into his mouth.
Hearing his name on her lips stirred his desire. He felt her melt against him, and a wave of lust swept through him. He fought to suppress it, wanting to take things slow and enjoy their closeness.
Gently, he continued to kiss her, afraid she would get spooked if he went too fast. But soon, his rising need for her meant he could not resist opening her lips a little wider and sliding his tongue inside. Tentatively, he explored her mouth, caressing her tongue with his own.
Suddenly, he felt her mouth answer his, her lips opening wider to admit him, her tongue gently sliding over his, tangling with it in a gentle dance. Edan could not help himself—he had to reveal some of the passion he felt for her. He increased the pressure of his mouth on hers, his lips more forceful, deepening the kiss.
Warmth filled him when she responded by slipping her hands over his shoulders, clearly wanting more. Her tongue became bolder, matching his questing exploration, allowing him to draw her closer with a willingness that both surprised and delighted him.
Their mouths broke apart, and they stared at each other. The sight of Olivia’s lips so swollen and red from his kisses, of her chest rising and falling so rapidly, almost drove him to distraction, but he fought down his desire. He groaned when she looped her arms around his neck and seemed eager to deepen their intimacy, her exploration of his mouth growing ever bolder. A small moan escaped her lips, and he was in no doubt that she felt the same desire for him as he did for her.
Deeply gratified as well as excited, he slowly allowed his hands to wander over the curves of her waist and hips, trailing tiny, hot kisses down her chin, her throat, and the delicate skin of her decolletage, down to the neckline of her dress, where her breastswere now straining against the material in a way that made him burn to liberate them. But still, he held himself back.
He ventured to fondle her breast, causing her to stiffen slightly in his arms. But he took care to do nothing more than cup it gently, feeling its fullness filling his hand as he massaged and caressed it, wanting her to understand that he would do only as much as she would allow. Soon, to his satisfaction, she moaned low into his mouth, stoking his excitement further as she pressed her breasts into his hand.
Somehow, though his manhood was throbbing almost painfully against his trews, Edan managed to hold himself back, wanting to make the sensations rushing through him last for as long as he could, wanting above all things to give her pleasure.
Olivia pressed herself against Edan’s chest, giving in to his kisses and the incredible sensations his touch was stirring inside her. Desire such as she had never known shot through her like wildfire, a desperate need for more of him, a yearning for it never to stop.
His kisses were making her hot, and she found she liked it when he ran his hands over her body, and even when she suddenly felt his hand on her breast. She had tensed up then, an instinctive reaction, a flash of maidenly nervousness. But he soon calmed her, gently cupping and massaging her breast, his mouth hot against her throat, until she could feel both breasts strainingagainst her dress. She thrust them towards him, wanting him to touch and kiss them.
“Ye like that?” he whispered, slowly tugging the neckline of her dress down.
She answered him with a moan as she wriggled to help him, suddenly needing his mouth on her burning skin. When she felt his lips close around the stiff peaks, felt his teeth and tongue teasing them, she could do nothing more than twine her fingers in his hair, arch her back, and moan in pleasure, silently begging him not to stop.
His hands strayed slowly down the length of her body, and she felt him pushing her skirts up. She grew mildly alarmed at the feeling of being exposed as warm air kissed her naked legs. But when his large, rough palms glided up and down her legs slowly, and he made a sound low in his throat as if in appreciation, the flames of her desire roared higher.
When he slid lower, taking the top of her dress with him, his lips hot on her breasts then trailing down her belly, and finally brushing the top of her now exposed thighs, she knew she was undone. She lay back on the blanket, allowing him to gently part her thighs, her fingers entwined in his hair, and gave herself over to this unknown pleasure.
She felt his warm breath on her secret place, shivering and moaning as his tongue parted her soft curls and flicked repeatedly against the sensitive bud at the apex of her sex. Hesucked on it and toyed with it until she thought she would scream.
At the same time, his fingers parted her legs further and delved into her hot, secret folds, exploring them intimately in a way she had never imagined possible, making her gasp with pleasure. She ground her sex against him wantonly, all her inhibitions thrown to the wind.
Her head rolled back, and she gasped when she felt him slide a finger inside her. She glanced down to find him looking up at her, and though he had his face buried between her legs, his eyes were smiling.
It made her even bolder, and she pulled him closer so he could pleasure her further. He added another finger, and she moaned as they dived in and out of her rhythmically, gently at first, then harder and faster, spreading her lips wider.
Jolts of intense pleasure turned into a wave of irresistible compulsion the likes of which she had never felt before. It rose from her melting core and pulsed upward, shaking her entire body, making her thrash her head and writhe beneath Edan’s questing mouth and roving fingers, which were playing her like a musical instrument.
Helplessly, in the grip of something she could not name, Olivia rode the wave as it grew in intensity, bucking against Edan’s touch until, finally, she reached the top of a precipice. And then, reaching the top, she allowed herself to fall into an intoxicatingpleasure she had never imagined could exist between a man and a woman.
14
Slowly, Edan withdrew his fingers, and they lay lip to lip, their bodies pressed together, looking deeply into each other’s eyes. Olivia panted, feeling wonderfully dazed and fulfilled. She ran her fingertips gently over Edan’s face, admiring his fine, masculine beauty.
He’s so devilishly handsome, me husband.
She kissed him gently once more.
“Thank ye, Edan. I never kenned it could be like this,” she whispered, stroking his face, her heart full of affection for him.
“I told ye I was goin’ to be a better husband to ye. Well, that was just the start,” he said, his voice thick and husky as he brushed some stray strands of hair from her forehead.
“Ye mean there’s more?” she asked, smiling with glee.
