Page 56 of His Forgotten Highland Bride

He could feel the heat of her blush and see it even in the dim light of the room. He smiled and rolled back over, pulling her against him.

“Did you think of me when you touched yourself?” he asked, knowing she would be embarrassed to discuss it further but having many questions all the same.

“Of course. Who else would I think of?” she said into the protection of his chest. Again, he coaxed her face up to look at him. He wanted her to see how happy he was and how he accepted her.

“I thought of ye when I touched myself as well.”

This surprised her. And then she blinked and glanced away, clearly not believing him. She’d been told she’d displeased him, scared him to France. He needed to convince her that she was everything he desired.

“It was rare for me to have enough privacy to take care of my needs. And when I did, it was only a few minutes, so I conjured up images to help me finish the job quickly.”

She still avoided his gaze as he continued.

“Sometimes, I thought of the sounds you made, though those memories faded quickly no matter how desperate I was to hold onto them. I thought of the way ye responded when I touched ye. The way you cried out my name when you reached your pleasure. When it had been a long time since I’d had a release, it didn’t take much at all, and I would think of the curves of your arse when you hopped down from your horse that first time we met.”

“In my trews?” Her brows rose in disbelief.

“Aye. That buttery leather held you the way I wanted my hands on you.”

“Now I know you jest. You couldn’t find it attractive when I wear men’s clothing.”

“I may jest, but I assure you, my cock is not a humorous fellow.”

She laughed, and the sound warmed his heart. To prove his words, he pushed against her. She gasped when she felt his arousal yet again.

“Are you thinking of me in my trews now?”

“Nay. I’m thinking of you touching yourself and want to see it for myself.”

“I couldn’t possibly—”

“You asked me to promise you honesty. Do you remember?”

“Aye.”

“I will ask you for something as well.”

She nodded.

“I want us each to feel safe with one another. It is safe to ask for anything or tell each other anything we need or want without fear of being shamed or judged. Our bed will be a safe place to share our desires.”

“That sounds lovely.” She bit her lip as she considered his request. “I imagine the honesty we promised would also play a big part in this.”

“Aye, I believe so.”

“Yes. I agree.”

“Then will you show me how you touched yourself when you thought of me? And now it is what I desire.” He moved aside to give her room and helped by kissing her knuckles and placing her hand where it would be easier for her to touch herself. As her fingers moved across her folds, he reached out as well, following her movements.

At first, her eyes remained open, focused on him, but as she stroked her warm flesh, her eyes fell closed, and her head tilted back.

Soon, soft cries of pleasure escaped her kiss-swollen lips, and he ached for release once more. He waited and watched his wife as she brought herself closer and closer to the edge.

Only when her breath caught did he shift and slide into her, feeling the tightening of her body around his as she shouted so loud that he expected everyone in the castle might have heard. He didn’t care if they did.

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They were awakened hours later by loud whispers outside their room. For a moment, Brenna was confused until she felt the large, warm body pressed against her back. And the reason she could feel him so easily was because she was naked.