“I am happy for ye, Tosia. I had only hoped for the best for ye.”
Then he was gone in an amber flash of his tunic, and she was again alone the James’s chambers.
She regarded the quarters in which she sat, noting several of the amenities she had missed the night before. Though relatively austere, the room did hold a few comforts. Larger than her cramped, pre-wedding chamber, with a navy and cream-colored tapestry of horses hanging on the wall by the door, the room was tidy. A smaller matching tapestry hanging over the narrow window, and tucked into the corner between the window and the hearth sat a table which held a wooden bowl of water for washing. Not what she expected from a brutal warrior.
Any clothing he had was put away, for no evidence of it, not even a tartan cape or extra tunic, hung in sight. Someone had brought her belongings in the night before, and they sat in a neat pile next to his trunk under the tapestry. Aye, not the chambers of a rough man, but of a disciplined one.
“Our chambers,” she said aloud to herself, letting the sound of it roll off her tongue. Could she grow accustomed to that phrase? And as she learned more about him, the real James, could she grow accustomed to the man?
Recalling the sensations he drew from her the night before, a new realization flashed in her mind like lightening.
Perchance she could.
The day passed quickly, full of smiles and cheer at her new position as James Douglas’s wife. Too soon, however, night claimed the land, and she found herself in their chambers, on his bed, completely nude under his voracious gaze. He’d vowed to have her find her ecstasy this night, and now he was following through.
“Lean back, lass,” James whispered above her.
He shifted to sit on the bed, and Tosia did as he bid, so her nubile body was stretched in front of him. His eyes flashed at her offering, the fire in them burning to match the fire at the hearth.
“Touch yourself,” he commanded.
Tosia froze, her hand on her thigh.Touch myself? What does he mean? I’m touching my leg!
When she didn’t respond, James chuckled, a deeply resounding vibration in his chest that made the air around Tosia thick. She could taste his need, salt and leather and male. He reached for her hand.
“Like this,” he told her as he took her finger and placed it between her quivering woman’s lips.
He stole her breath from her when he handled her, and she quivered all the more, only not from passion. What was he doing? Why did he want her to touch herself there?
“Ye have a place there, aye?” James’s voice was as thick as the air in the room. “Special to a woman that brings her pleasure. I know ye didn’t fell the fullness of passion on our first few nights together, and I swear that ye will know that passion every night we spend together for the rest of your life. Now, brush your finger across, right, there.”
His finger pressed hers into her own flesh, and as he guided her, she swiped across a small round bud between her legs that made the deep quivering in her belly when they were alone together blossom into a tempest. Every part of her body wanted to launch off the bed, and when he guided her finger over it again, she had to bite back a scream.
What has this intimate spot on her body that had been hidden this whole time?
“Aye, lass,” James’s breathy voice rumbled into her core, matching the vibrating deep in body. “I would have ye find your pleasure as ye will. It is my joy to bring ye to it, but if I ever can no’, I’ll no’ have ye left unsated.”
Her finger moved across her nub between her legs, and her quivering and shaking bloomed more, igniting like a fire until it had a mind of her own. Then a shock went through her, a hot wave washing over her from head to toe, and she arched her back as she lost herself in the all-consuming sensations. There was nothing else in the world but that shock of ecstasy that robbed her of breath and thought.
Her hand fell away from her woman’s mound, and before her mind could regain control, James thrust his shoulders under her thighs. She squeaked in surprise.
“’Tis your honey pot, flavored just for me, and I long to taste your pleasure. Bring ye to your rise again,” he told her, his voice ragged.
Any words of surprise or protest were lost on her lips — her body wasn’t her own, and he dragged his tongue over her inner lips, teasing her sensitive bud again. His tongue was slippery as it dipped low again before cresting her bud again. Tosia shuddered as she inhaled. What was all this? How did her body give her this sense of perfect, uncontrollable delight?
She gripped his black hair, holding onto it in fear she might fall off the world. Then his head popped up, his sage green eyes dancing with mirth and his face shining with the wetness of her own juices.
His lips fell to her belly, kissing his way to her jaw. Her hands held his head as he moved his lips to hers, kissing her deeply, savoring the taste of her own salt and sour.
“Did you find your pleasure?” he asked against her mouth.
She moaned lightly. “Aye, now ‘Tis time to find yours.”
She surprised herself with her bold words, and James reacted immediately. He lifted his lips from hers and grinned wickedly. ‘Twas like he embodied the demons that haunted him — he was her own personal demon in her bed and between her legs.
His hips moved in response to her demand and tickled her already ripe pleasure bud as he entered her. Her desire for him overrode everything else and her hips lifted to his. James groaned deep in his chest. He placed his hand under her backside, clamping her hips to his in an iron grip, grinding into her over and over. His eyes remained fixed on hers, that slightly wicked grin plastered on his face as his hips worked, his manhood grinding into her again, deeper.
She closed her eyes and lost herself in her arched body that he used for his own needs just as her body reached a crescendo. He penetrated her, reaching to the very core of her, and as peaked again in thunderous waves, James worked into a frenzy, roaring his climax into her, raw and animalistic.
