Her inner muscles relaxed a bit, thank the saints. He couldn’t take much more of that squeezing.
While distracting her with kisses, he withdrew an inch and pushed deeper.
She cried out, tears dripping from the edges of her eyes.
“I’m sorry, sweet Seona,” he rasped, leashing the impulse to drive deeper. “Only a couple more minutes and there will be no more pain. I promise.”
“Truly?”
“Aye.” He trembled under the onslaught of need. “Just relax, please.”
She nodded. “I’m ready.”
“Take a deep breath,” he said. “And let it out.”
When she did, the pressure on his shaft eased.
He listened to her calming breaths. “How does that feel?”
“Not so bad.”
He withdrew slightly and thrust again. Aye, that was easier. Very slowly and gently, he moved inside her. She felt so astonishing he feared his primitive side might take over. He did not want to get too rough and hurt her. He’d already caused her enough pain. Controlling his actions, he gradually moved faster, pushing his way deeper.
He groaned with the need to release his seed inside her. But he knew he shouldn’t. Besides, he wanted to give her pleasure first. He paused deep inside her, trying to get himself under control. But when he did, her inner muscles caressed him in a most bewitching way, welcoming his invasion now.
“Keegan. More.”
He growled, withdrawing and driving in again. She wrappedher legs around his hips, and he made his decision. She was his. No giving her up now. No turning back. She was his wife and if he got her with child, he would be glad.
He gradually increased his pace, until he was pounding into her. She drew in a deep breath and held it just before her body clamped down on him, squeezing, shoving her hips upward to meet his. He covered her mouth with his to muffle her cries. The more she rode, the deeper he thrust.
“Oh, aye.” He yearned to find his release at the same time she did, but something in him forced him to wait, some inner strength he didn’t realize he possessed. Some need to give her even more pleasure.
Seconds later, another climax overtook her. She screamed into his mouth, her muscles milking him. Aye, that was it. He could hold back no longer. His release blasted through him like a fuse lighting a powder keg. The explosion of pleasure seared every nerve in his body and snatched his breath. All thought deserted him, leaving him aware of only one thing—she was his. Completely. His soul melded with hers.
When he came back to himself, he was still thrusting, although not as hard, enjoying the last vestiges of pleasure.
Dropping still, he sucked in harsh breaths, then placed a kiss on her lips. “Seona, you are mine now. My wife. I’m never letting you go.”
She let out a breathy laugh. “And you are my husband. I love you.”
“I love you, too, lass.”
Keegan lay down beside Seona and she turned to survey every inch of her gorgeous new husband—the ridges and planes of muscle down his chest and abdomen. Aye, he was even more delectable up close in the firelight than he had been leaving that loch. He’d shown her things and made her feel things she could’ve never imagined. Such intense pleasures.
’Twas true his initial invasion of her body had been painful, but his sweet words had helped her relax so she could accept him. And then… once the pain had vanished… she could not believe how splendid he felt driving into her. ’Twas beyond comprehension, as Isobel had said.
Seona stroked her hand across his chest, enjoying the light sprinkling of hair, then kissed him there. She loved his warmmasculine scent. Glancing up into his eyes, she found him watching her.
“You amaze me,” he said.
She smiled and kissed his lips. After a few leisurely kisses, he said, “Let me wash you off.” He arose from the bed and went to the pitcher and basin on a table in the corner.
What did he mean? She glanced down, seeing a smear of her virgin’s blood on her thigh. And on the sheets.Saints!Her face heated.
Keegan returned and stroked the cold, wet linen cloth over her thigh. “I’m sorry I hurt you.”
“Nay. ’Twas necessary.” She could hardly remember the pain now; the pleasure had eclipsed it.
