Page 30 of The Highlander’s Improper Wife

Taran stood and faced her, giving her full view of all that made him perfectly male. “I cannot promise there will be no pain.”

He seemed to stumble over the words. Perhaps because only last night he’d whispered a similar sentiment to another virgin?

“I am strong.” She winced inwardly at the schoolgirl words. Even last night, when she had been a true virgin, she’d had no fear of this man.

He braced one knee on the bed and cupped her cheek. “Do I frighten you?” Yes, her heart cried, but she only nodded.

He leaned forward and touched his lips to hers. Caroline silently cursed the tremble in her mouth, then realized he would mistake the action for trepidation, not desire. Praise heaven for small favors. Now if she could just keep from grabbing his cock and shoving it inside her, she might yet convince him she hadn’t tasted him before this night.

He came down on top of her and she was certain the feel of his hard length through the blanket was enough to bring her instant pleasure. He cupped her face and kissed her. She startled at the gentle thrust of his erection against her stomach. He kissed her cheek, then lower, to her neck. She pushed at his shoulders, unable to stifle a whimper when his tongue flicked at the spot beneath her ear in unison with another thrust onto her stomach.

“So sweet,” he whispered into her ear.

Caroline shivered.

Taran shifted to the side and tugged the blanket from between them. Cool air rolled across her body, puckering her nipples and tightening her pussy to near discomfort. He sucked in breath and a blush of heat rose into her cheeks. He had never looked upon Aphrodite, never had his cock harden because she lay naked before him. Whatever she might have lost, this belonged to her, his wife.

He shifted back on top of her. Warmth enveloped her like smooth steel heated before a blazing hearth. He kissed her forehead, eyes, then each temple before finally finding her mouth again. Caroline grasped his shoulders. Muscles bunched beneath her fingers and she envisioned those muscles tightening as he pumped into her.

Her breath caught and he gave a soft chuckle. Unexpected embarrassment warmed her cheeks. This was not a man with his paramour, but the gentle touch of a lord with his lady. While last night his lust had incited her to the heights of ecstasy, this was no less arousing. He kissed her, sliding his mouth from her lips, down past her jaw, neck, then lower to the curve of her breasts.

She tightened her fingers on his shoulders, her nails sinking into his flesh. He latched onto a nipple and she couldn’t prevent a moan. She shifted, then realized too late she had opened her thighs for him. He settled against her mound and the weight of him pressed so intimately to her brought a wave of desire that was nearly her undoing. His warm hand covered her other breast. He abruptly stopped. She shifted her gaze onto him, her heart pounding. Had recognition come so soon, so suddenly?

His gaze travelled her length and she instinctively reached for the blanket.

“You are mine to look upon.” He smiled gently. “To touch.” He traced a line down her leg with a finger. “To kiss.”

He slid to the foot of the bed and grasped her foot. A tickle caused her to try and yank from his grasp, but his hold tightened as he brought her foot to his mouth and flicked his tongue against her toe. She shrieked when he sucked the toe into his mouth.

Her pussy throbbed. “Bloody hell.”

Taran paused and lifted his eyes to hers. He stared for a long moment, then slid his tongue between her toes. Heat raced into her breasts, stomach, fingertips, and her juices soaked her folds. The scent of her arousal intensified, need boiling within her. She stretched her toe and he sucked it the way she’d sucked his cock in the maze, working it in and out of his mouth. She balled her hands into fists against the sudden desire to touch herself and work her fingers between the dewy folds and ease the ache.

Her toe popped from his mouth and her hips dropped onto the bed. Caroline dragged in a breath. Good lord, she had bowed off the mattress like a catapult pulled back to full extension. She had no idea her feet were connected to her pussy. So he had not given every intimate secret to Aphrodite? What more would he teach her?

As if reading her mind, he rained kisses up one leg, then the other, rubbing, touching as he drove her beyond thinking. When he parted her legs, her pulse jumped with the hope he would put his mouth on her as he had last night. Instead, he placed soft kisses to her hips, across her pelvis, even tasting her navel before he positioned himself over her. Gaze locked with hers, he settled his hips between her thighs. His cock rode the wet slit of her sex.

“When I enter you, it will not be pleasant.” He braced on his arms, keeping most of his weight from her.

Caroline resisted the urge to wrap a leg around his calf. “I understand,” she replied in a small voice she prayed didn’t reveal how much she wanted his hardness slamming in and out of her passage.

Remember the first time, he’d said as he slid his rod between her legs. Could she recall the pain? The intense, but brief discomfort was a distant memory, drowned within the pool of pleasure that had followed.

Taran laced the fingers of one hand with hers and, leveraging higher, aligned the crown of his stalk with her drenched opening.

“You are so wet.” He pushed in an inch and spread her juices over his cock.

Caroline bit back a whimper. The torture of his patience was killing her. Hold strong, she commanded herself. He must believe you are innocent.

He pushed a fraction deeper, gyrating his hips to stretch her opening. He wrapped an arm under her back and unexpectedly thrust deep. Caroline cried out. Her back arched off the bed at the burn of intrusion. No longer a virgin, but Taran still had the length and thickness to stretch her taut channel. Tears seeped from the corner of her eyes.

He hugged her close, keeping their bodies still. “Forgive me.” He kissed her closed eyes. “It is better to get the first thrust over with quickly.”

Caroline clung to his shoulders. “I am well, my lord.” She shifted beneath him.

“Fuck,” he groaned, and pulled back before easing into her again.

His slow, steady strokes built momentum. Cream slicked her channel. Last night, having his cock thrusting into her had been divine. There were no words to describe tonight. He completed her.