"Shh." He blew his hot breath upon her. Then he treated her like a sweet comfit, licking and suckling on some highly sensitive place she had no name for. The sensations were extreme and exquisite, making her mad with wanting something only he could give her.
"Colin!"
"You must be quiet, or I'll be forced to stop."
She bit her lip. Though what he was doing was scandalous, she never wanted him to stop. Never! 'Twas the best thing she had ever felt. He continued with the delicious torment while she twisted, squirmed and tugged at his doublet sleeves.
She felt herself being drawn upward toward the peak of this intensity. The white-hot desire exploded, and she screamed a second before she felt Colin's hand over her mouth.Quiet, she remembered, turning her shouts to low moans.
Before she could recover, Colin dragged her up and wrapped her arms around his neck. She gasped for breath, trying to regain her wits. The first thing she realized was that he hadn't taken her. He had only teased and tormented her.
"I want more, Colin."
"Are you certain?"
"Aye. Of course. Please. How many times must I ask?"
"No more." He bestowed a deep, ravishing kiss on her such as he'd not yet given her.
His hands behind her bent knees, he dragged her to the edge of the table, spreading her legs wider. She heard the rustle of his clothing and sporran.
"You can tell me to stop, if you wish it."
"Nay."
"I must warn you, it might be painful the first time."
"I ken it. Anna told me."
"If you will relax and be patient, the pleasure will come after that."
She could scarce breathe for the mixture of trepidation and anticipation. "I'm ready." She wanted to get the hard part over with.
Something gently touched her tender flesh, which he had licked and teased beyond endurance. He stroked through the moisture and prodded against her. She ached with the heated arousal.
"Aye," she breathed, fisting her hands in his hair.
Before she could worry more about the pain, he dragged her hips toward him and surged forward, breaching her like a battering-ram. The stabbing pain shocked her and she cried out. He covered her mouth with his and held still.
"Kristina? I'm sorry. I would never want to hurt you," he breathed against her mouth. "Are you well?"
"Aye." She was, wasn't she? Or at least she would be once the painful part was over. She could endure it; she'd endured far worse pain in the past.
"Try to relax, love," he rasped as if barely able to control himself.
"I am. And I'm ready for the pleasure." She wanted this passion with him, for she might never experience it again.
"I will endeavor to give you every ounce of pleasure possible." The smile was evident in his voice. "But you must be patient."
She nodded.
He withdrew and pressed forward again, into her. During the stabbing pain, she forced herself to remain silent, biting her lip, hoping the stinging would diminish. She was surprised when he placed his hands beneath her hips, lifted her into his arms and drove deeper. Then paused again.
"That's it,mo chridhe. Relax."
Suddenly, she realized the pleasure was increasing, while the pain was decreasing. "Aye, more."
He kissed her lips, sliding his tongue into her mouth. His movements quickened, and with each thrust, the pleasure climbed.
