Intent, his fingers touched me, and began their own stealthy caress, guided by desire to rest under my shift, between my legs. I heard his low intake of breath. I could feel the light echo of his pulse beneath the skin of his wrist. The touch of his warrior’s fingers against me intensified the low, damp sweetness in my center. All my senses gathered on that singular swelling place.
And then his fingers began to move, rubbing in slow, steady circles. With his other hand he pushed my shift higher, lifting it over the abundant swell of my breasts. He cupped the full, rounded weight, kneading gently, circling my nipple in an identical rhythm, pinching in luring, furtive pulls.
“You want to feel me, lass? Is this what you want? My hands on you?”
“Aye, I want to feel you. I want tofeel...”
“Feel,then, wife,” he said, parting my secret swollen petals, sliding his fingers just inside me while simultaneously squeezing my nipple in a tighter clench of all of his fingers, pulling and elongating the hard peak. “I’ve a mind to restrain you and tempt you with my denial...or by other means. I can be quite creative when I put my mind to it. You’ll see.”
His mouth took mine, opening me to his unhurrieddemand. His desire was aggressive yet controlled, supple yet dominating. He was no longer a phantom but my fierce, tumultuous husband. My body was open to him in any way he chose to take me.
He drew back just slightly, deeply affected by my total compliance. “I’d made up my mind to wait, lass. But it seems I don’t have it in me to deny you anything. I’ll give you a taste of what this marriage bed has to offer, shall I?” His fingers slid deeper into the slippery core of my body.“Oh, God Almighty,”he whispered, “Thefeelof you... I can feel your innocence, right here. The barrier I’ve yet to break.”
“Do it,” I whispered, wanting more than anything for him to take my innocence. To take me as his own. As his wife, in every sense.
His voice was agonized. “Nay, lass. I must be true to my word. I can’t have you believing me untrustworthy.” He spoke the words as though they pained him, yet there was steely resolve behind his meaning.
In this moment, I cared not about his word, nor his resolve. All I could comprehend, in fact, was the rising sensation he drew from my body. His skill in the matter of loving was unmistakable. Kade tantalized me with his expertise.You are indeed an instrument to be played.His fingers were barely inside me, prodding into the stretching tightness, exploring deftly to find a profound and excruciating sweet spot, as his thumb skated deliciously across the sensitive nub, swirling and teasing. The sultry pleasure spiraled, glowing from within. His left hand continued its playful torture, rolling mynipple in needy tugs. His mouth found my other breast and he sucked me and bit me, devouring with his tongue and his teeth, delivering a harmonic rhythm of pleasure that spiked avidly, and quickly. The rapture was sharp and bright, erupting in ecstatic bursts through my core, warming my breasts, spilling with an eager beauty that I could feel to the very tips of my fingers and toes. I moaned, digging my fingernails into his skin.
“’Tis a good thing we have our own wing,” he said, chuckling softly. He continued to suck languidly on my breasts, one, then the other. The feeling of his mouth on me, softly pulling and demanding, as the echo of my release still pulsed, was indescribable. My body felt molten and alive, more liquid than form and flesh.
“My wife is insatiable. Let me give you a wee bit morefeeling,” he said against my skin, suckling more gently now. He eased lower, kissing a line down my stomach, licking into my navel, which made me squirm and laugh. I began to turn, to escape his wicked tongue. But my husband held me down, arranging me as he wanted, spreading my legs farther and lying between them. I struggled lightly against him, not to rid myself of him, but because the melted core of my body still throbbed with the lingering waves of my release. I felt flighty, reckless, covetous. I wanted more. I wantedhim.To give and to take, to rub against him and consume him. I writhed beneath him, gripping the hard muscles of his arms. He was so much stronger than me that I was entirely overpowered by him. My desire for him to doanythingto me, combined as it was with the knowledgethat hecould,and easily, was stunningly arousing. I was brimming with moisture and heat.
“Husband,” I murmured.
“Aye,” he answered.
“Do that again.”
This made him laugh, and the sound of his laughter seemed to vibrate in the still-pulsing depths of me. “I aim to, lass. Lie still. You’re going to like this.”
“What are you going to do?”
“Something I’ve been wanting to do for quite some time. Ever since the very first moment I saw you, in fact, from across the room.” He was easing himself down my body, running his tongue along the line of my hip bone, trailing lower. And closer.
I pushed against his head as I realized what he was doing. “Wait,” I breathed, propping myself up on my elbows to look at him.
But his fingers were parting me and he was lowering his mouth to me.
“Kade!Stop.”
He looked up at me, his hair wild and his eyes twinkling. “Why?”
“Don’t dothat.You can’t. ’Tis indecent.”
“Good. I like indecent. And so will you.” His head began to lower again, but I squirmed more forcefully, attempting to back away from him. I wasn’t able to budge even one inch. His hold was absolute.
“Nay,I said!” My voice didn’t sound as stern as I’d intended.
His crooked smile both irked me and disarmed me. “And I sayaye.You should know that about me. I’mexceedinglyindecent. Depraved, even. Debauched, too, upon occasion. You started this, remember. Now lie back this instant, or I’ll be forced to restrain you.”
I paused, remembering.He bound her to the bed.To be sure, the idea of my husband’s domination seemed far less daunting than it once had.
“Lie back, wife. If you deny me the pleasure of tasting you for even one more minute, there’s no telling how I might react. I’m feeling somewhat overcome with anticipation. Do as I say.” His devilish smirk left no question as to his intent. “Let me pleasure you, lass. Let me take control.” The affectionate edge to his voice was enough to see me obeying his command. I was saturated with desire for him, aye. I knew he would get his way and Iwantedhim to have his way with me. And, while I hadn’t been expectingthis,there was no escaping him. So I lay back, my fingers still entwined in his hair, more gently now.
Kade spread my legs wider. Then he licked into the softness of my hot core, nudging deeply with his tongue. The fire was instant, the pleasure all-consuming. His mouth moved to the tiny nerve center, sucking greedily on my furled flesh with sumptuous absorption.
Slowly, his fingers entered me. I could feel a light, compounding thrill as he rubbed against that wildly sensitive place inside me, once, and again. Wanting more, I grasped more tightly the fistfuls of his hair, writhing along to his rhythm. He withdrew his touch abruptly. I whimpered a moan of protest. I tried to relax my quivering,restless body. After a moment, he seemed satisfied by my submission and he fixed his mouth onto me once again, continuing the enchanting suction of his mouth, entering me again, now with two fingers. The starry, prickling ecstasy began deep inside me, spurred by the languid pulls of his mouth and the exquisite pressure of his fingers, feeding a cyclical, liquid bloom of sensation. The pleasure was disabling, maddening, fracturing my consciousness into dreamy shards of light. Mind-numbing bursts of bliss clenched tightly around his slippery fingers. His tongue slid and flicked, prolonging the swell until I lay panting and spent. I felt drowsy and drunk as he continued to kiss my throbbing, most intimate places.
