“William!Do we no’ wait –” she tried to argue.
“Nay,” he interrupted her.“We have waited long enough.”
The door to the Drumoak kitchens was to the side of the tower, and he directed her there instead of the main hall doors, where their wedding feast awaited.
“Waited long enough?”she asked as he swept her toward the door with their bound hands.“’Tis only been two days –”
At the door, he stopped and faced her, swirling her into his open arms again.“Nay, I have waited long enough to have ye as my wife.”He shifted closer until his breath was hot on her lips.“Mywife.”
Then he kissed her, a frenzied kiss full of need.Ripping his lips away, he shoved the door open, surprising the kitchen maids who squealed at their entrance, and moved toward the pantry.
The pantry!What is he doing?
“William, the stairs are –”
“Nay,” he answered again, fairly panting.“‘Tis the first place they will seek us out.”
He thrust her into the darkened pantry that smelled of yeast and spice and butter and closed the door, then pushed a low barrel in front of it, blocking any entry.
“William, the feast –” she tried again.
Then he was there, his body against hers, and he twisted her arm so their bound hands pressed against her backside.
“I have something else in mind for my feast.”
He dropped to his knees and threw her dark green skirts over his head.Ailith squeaked and pressed against his head with her free hand.
His lips found the skin right above the ties on her stockings, licking upward to her feminine lips.She gasped.
“Oh, William!We should no’ see to –”
His warm mouth pressed against her inner thigh right above her stockings, and with a gasp, she practically melted.
Her head fell back against the damp stone wall, the coolness of it seeping past her veil and braids, yet it did nothing to stop the simmering heat in her body, starting at William’s kisses between her legs.
She released the grip on his head and grasped the thick fabric of her gown, the world spinning out of control at the electric sensation of his lips on her flesh.
“But our family – our guests –” She made one final attempt at protest that neither her body nor brain wanted.What she wanted was William.
“Dinna tell me nay,mo ruaidh,” he said, his voice muffled under her skirts.“I beg of ye.I’m on my knees, begging ye.Let me have my feast, then we can join the others for food.”
She needed no further convincing.Her thighs parted in invitation, and she could hear him groan under her skirts.He licked one thigh, then the other, moving up to her woman’s mound.She moaned.
“Sweeter than honey.Ye are finer than wine,” he rasped as he parted her lower lips with his wickedly skillful tongue.“I am drunk on your sweetness.I need no food or wine.Ye are my sole sustenance.”
Her mind spun, drunk on his words, the feel of his lips on her most intimate folds, and then his mouth covered her clit, the love button of nerves, and he sucked on it gently.Her free hand grabbed at the shelves to her right as her knees gave way.
“Aye, William!”she keened.“Oh my God!”
It was as if every part of her was electrified, even her brain, an electric pleasure that touched every cell in her body.
Then he sucked again.This time, she screeched and covered her mouth with her palm as she came.Her sheath was sopping wet and dripping down her thighs as she shuddered.William held her hips tightly, else she would have collapsed there.
As she quivered, he covered her thighs with small kisses, holding her tight, until she stopped shuddering.Only then did his head pop out from under her skirt, his smiling mouth shiny with her wetness, his blue eye sparkling even in the dim light.His hair was wild, the beeswax having worn off and making it stand on end.
He looked like he’d just been under her skirts.
William rose and pressed his lips to hers, so she tasted her own salty sweetness.
