She gasped and she clung to his shoulders, her hazel eyes wide. He added another finger, slowly drawing in and out, working her to a frenzy in his arms. He withdrew and added pressure, making slow circles on the small bud of nerves, and she nearly flew out of his arms.
“Rory!” She cried, the sound echoing around them.
Hell, this woman was going to be the death of him.
“I want ye, Bluebell. More than aught I have e’er wanted in my life,” he confessed on ragged breaths.
“Take me, Rory. I cannae wait any longer.”
He brought his hands up to her face, rubbing his thumbs over her jawline as he met her gaze. “Are ye for certs?”
She nodded, kissing his lips.
“We cannae go back.”
“I dinnae want to.”
“Yer future, ’twill be ruined.” He needed her to ken what the ramifications of her decision would be. He did not want to sway her in any way whatsoever. It was her decision, and hers alone. Whatever it was, he would respect it. But, damn, he wanted her to say yes.
“I belong to ye, Rory Hart. Ye hold my heart, body, and soul.” She slammed her mouth on his, her tongue finding his in the most wicked of dances.
Working his fingers into her, he brought her to the edge of losing herself, and when he felt she was at the precipice of falling to pieces, he entered her. She was so tight, squeezing him as he pushed forward, breaking her barrier. He captured her cry with a kiss and stilled, allowing her to adjust to him. To his size, to the fullness she was feeling.
Tears leaked from the corners of her eyes, and he kissed them away. “I’m so verra sorry, Bluebell. The pain will lessen.”
The wait for her to adjust to him was excruciating. He wanted to thrust into her so badly, but he waited. Once again, giving her the lead.
Finally, she began to move slightly, testing how she felt. Her arms were wrapped around his shoulders and, using him as leverage as the warm water surrounded them, she rotated her hips, and his eyes nearly rolled back in his head at the pleasure she elicited.
“I’m ready,” she whispered, her voice husky.
He smiled as his mouth met hers and he drew her tighter to him, thrusting his hips. Over and over, the water moved in waves around them, sloshing against them as he lost himself in her warmth. In the sounds of her moans echoing in the glen. His whole body was taut, his muscles bunching, his fingers digging into the skin of Alana’s thighs. Her pants grew quicker, and he pushed a hand betwixt their bodies, finding the button of pleasure nerves and circled it, applying pressure, and that did it.
Her body tightened around him, squeezing him almost painfully, heightening his pleasure. Her limbs grew stiff and she threw her head back and yelled his name to the trees. He quickened his pace, driving himself to the ledge so he could jump off and join her.
His bollocks drew up, tightened, and with a final thrust, burying himself to the hilt, he shuddered and ground out his release, spilling his seed into her, clinging to her as they desperately held onto each other.
Alana trembled in his arms. Fierce spasms shaking her body.
“Are ye weel, Bluebell?” He asked, concern lacing his voice, which was shaky from his ragged breathing.
She smiled shyly. “I have ne’er been better.”
“We should probably get out of the water. ’Tis warm, but we have been in for quite some time. I doonae want ye to catch a chill.”
He carried Alana out of the water and as soon as the cool air hit them, they both shivered. Scooping up their items, they ran with their clothes wrapped around them to the fire that thankfully, still burned bright.
“Take heed of yer ankle, Bluebell,” Rory called out.
But she only giggled as they sank onto their blankets and wrapped themselves in them, holding them tightly around them as they sat side by side, warming themselves.
After some time had passed, Rory stretched out on the blanket and brought Alana to nestle by his side, tucking the other blanket around them. “Sleep, Bluebell. We will have much to discuss in the morn.”
She remained silent but snuggled closer into him.
He didn’t look forward to the morn. They had just made a massive mistake. They let their emotions and bodies rule them and gave in to temptation.
There would be a price to pay.
