She gasped as he pulled her dress down, revealing a creamy white mound. He took her pink bud into his mouth.
He moaned. Eloise arched her back on the grass. Her hands pressed into his back feeling his muscular form beneath her fingertips.
Gently, he shifted, guiding her legs to open before him. He placed himself between them and hitched her skirts to her waist.
“Ye are the most beautiful woman,” he observed.
Eloise smiled faintly, watching him through lowered lashes.
“I am glad ye thinks so,” she said.
He glanced up at her, something tender and fierce flickering in his eyes. “I want ye. I daenae ken if I can wait til we return to the castle,” he said, his voice thick with lust.
“Then daenae wait,” she said.
His hands moved upward, slow and reverent along her thighs, not hurried but certain, as though memorizing every inch of her.
Eloise’s breath hitched, her fingers curling into the grass as warmth spread through her. He pulled at her underthings until she was bare from the waist down.
“James…” she said her voice thick with feeling.
He paused, searching her face. “Tell me to stop, and I will,” he said, though the tension in him spoke of how dearly he hoped she would not.
She shook her head, her gaze steady despite the flush in her cheeks. “Daenae stop,” she whispered.
He cupped the soft mound between her thighs. She let out a soft moan. She felt a tingle as he pressed his thumb over her pearl.
“Oh James,” she whispered. “That feels delicious.”
His touch gentler now, as he pressed his thumb on her.
“Who would have thought the Laird MacAllister would kneel in the grass to tend to me so?” she teased.
He smirked faintly, though his eyes remained warm. “I would kneel anywhere for ye,” he replied.
Her breath caught again, not from his touch this time, but from the weight of his words. She felt the pulsing deep in her belly. It built stronger and faster.
She moaned loudly. Then with a shudder, she released.
“Oh, oh James,” she whispered.
“Mm, I love to hear ye whisper me name, lass,” he said.
Her body flooded with tremors as she gave into her desires. No shame entered her mind this time. For now she was his wife, and this was meant to be.
“I need ye” she whispered.
“Are ye sure, lass?” he asked.
“I am,” she said, parting her thighs wide.
James inhaled a sharp breath. She watched as he lifted his kilt and wrapped his hand around his large member. Her eyes grew wide.
He positioned himself between her thighs and pushed the tip inside of her.
“Elose,” he whispered.
She placed her hands on his shoulders, ready for the union. He slid inside of her, slow and with care.
