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Chapter Fourteen
Nimue could feel the heat engulf every inch of her body, as though she had been thrown into the flames. When she had first seen Chrisdean getting well on his way to drunk, she had decided that she didn’t want to spend her wedding night like that and that she would refuse any and all of his advances. Now that his hands were on her, though, she had little, if any, of that resolve left.
She craved more, and it was a truth that she had to confront. Her body was responding to Chrisdean’s touch of its own accord, seeking out every sensation that he was willing to give her. Just the sight of him, naked and splayed out on the bed for her viewing, made her sensitive flesh pulse in anticipation, and her palms itch to touch.
Emboldened by Chrisdean’s own desire, she reached for him, fingers digging into his strong shoulders. She had wanted to touch those shoulders for a long time, to feel his muscles tense and release under her hands, to experience what that raw power could do to her body. This time, when she leaned closer to kiss Chrisdean, he didn’t pull away from her. Instead, he grabbed her by the waist, devouring her mouth. In his haste, Chrisdean ripped Nimue’s shift, its tattered remains hanging off her body, his hand traveling up to cup her exposed breast.
Nimue couldn’t hold back the moans that escaped her lips. Chrisdean’s hand and lips were a little rough, a little uncoordinated after all the alcohol, but that only served to drive her even wilder, knowing that he was not only drunk off wine but also lust. When Chrisdean abandoned her lips to suck her nipple in his mouth, she arched into it, legs spreading wide in a silent request.
Chrisdean missed no time before he settled between those legs, his hand dipping between them and probing her flesh gently, fingers slipping inside through her wetness. Nimue gasped, her own fingers digging deep into his shoulders, nails leaving crescent marks behind as Chrisdean pleasured her.
She had never felt anything like it before. She had heard stories from the maids, how it could feel strange at first, how it could even be painful, but how it could also be incredible, and she had never known what to believe, but now she understood. It was certainly strange, but her entire body was pulsing, begging for more, Chrisdean’s fingers, his scent, his very presence sending jolts of pleasure everywhere.
The steady pump of his fingers pulled sounds out of her that she didn’t even know she could make. She was overheated, her entire body reaching for Chrisdean, wanting to be enveloped by him entirely.
When Chrisdean took her hand, guiding it to his member, Nimue froze, not knowing what to do. Before she could panic, though, Chrisdean began to guide her, moving her hand up and down his shaft, and Nimue watched, transfixed as he grew even harder in her palm.
“I’ll make ye mine, mo ghràdh,” Chrisdean said. “All mine.”
Nimue wanted nothing more that very moment. When Chrisdean moved on top of her, pinning her down onto the bed, she moaned in anticipation, her body going slack beneath him, until he began to scatter kisses over her skin, sucking and biting on her chest and making her squirm in delight.
“I want ye, Chrisdean,” she said, unable to take the teasing much longer. “Please.”
“I canna deny me lady’s command, can I?” Chrisdean asked, and before Nimue could even think about anything else, he began to push his way inside her, hands keeping her hips still beneath him.
Chrisdean’s first push inside her left her breathless, gasping for air. His thrusts were slow at first, and he moved with determination, reaching deep into Nimue’s body and leaving her trembling with need. Slack-jawed and wide-eyed, Nimue clung onto Chrisdean, her legs coming to wrap around his waist, keeping him close to her.
She was oversensitive; every part of her skin scorched from the contact with Chrisdean’s own. The pleasure rolled off her in waves, like the ebb and flow of the tide, pulling and pushing at her until her breath came out in puffs and the heat and pressure pooled low in her belly, demanding release.
When Chrisdean’s hands moved from her hips and grabbed her breasts, she couldn’t help but moan wantonly, her own hands coming up to keep them there. She loved the sight of his big, strong hands against her and the sight of him over her, pushing himself deep inside her.
“Tell me how it feels,” Chrisdean said, his tone low and demanding, and Nimue couldn’t stop the groans from leaving her throat. “I want to ken what it’s like for ye.”
“It’s . . . it’s . . .” Nimue couldn’t possibly string the words together into a phrase. She was too far gone, eyes firmly shut and mouth hanging open in a silent scream. Her legs ached with the effort it took to keep them locked around Chrisdean, and her back protested at the way that he was folding her in two, but she couldn’t imagine anything more pleasurable than what he was doing to her. “Just dinna stop,” she said, her voice barely a whisper. “Please . . . dinna stop.”
“I wasna goin’ to,” Chrisdean assured her and then doubled his efforts, his hips slamming into her own with every thrust. She cried out, voice already hoarse with overuse, and her hands found the sheets, clawing at them when Chrisdean sat back, out of reach.
Nimue could feel him even deeper inside her from that angle, hitting a spot that had her screaming. He was so big inside her, so big that she wondered how he could even fit, but the sensation was torturous in the most delicious way. She was completely filled with him. She held onto the mattress for dear life when Chrisdean’s thrusts became faster, more insistent, almost punishing in their strength, and suddenly, her pleasure crested, washing over her.
Nimue was plunged into darkness, the back of her eyelids erupting in a series of colors. Her body was trembling with the force of her release, and Chrisdean’s name was a moan on her lips.
When Nimue came down from her climax, Chrisdean was still inside her, chasing his own release. He was moving fast, holding her hips in a vicious grip that she knew would leave bruises, but she didn’t care. If anything, she longed to see them the next day, a mark that said she was his. Nimue let him take what he needed from her, even as her sensitive flesh protested that it was all too much until he spilled himself inside her and collapsed on top of her.
The two of them stayed there, intertwined, panting as they tried to catch their breath. Nimue would never have thought that it would be so physically taxing. When she turned her head to look at Chrisdean, who was still lying on top of her, she found him soundly asleep, snoring gently against her breast.
The sight made her frown. How could he sleep so easily, she wondered, when her own mind was racing? Didn’t he have anything to say? Didn’t he want to spend any time with her before falling asleep?
Perhaps it was the alcohol, Nimue thought. Chrisdean had drunk enough wine for a cavalry, and he could have been too drunk to stay awake, but Nimue didn’t think that she would be able to sleep at all that night, not after the night’s events.
I am a married woman noo. Soon, we’ll have bairns. Nothin’ will be the same anymore.
The thought of children made her happy, but there was no quenching her panic at the thought that she wasn’t the same woman she had been only hours before. Carefully, she extricated himself from Chrisdean’s arms and stood from the bed, gathering the remains of her night shift around her as she walked to the window. The night was dark, the cloud covering up the moon, and she could hardly see outside, but she could feel the breeze, and she could hear the rush of the nearby river, and it brought her some calm.
So what if things willna be the same anymore? I kent that this day would come eventually. Noo, I have a life to build.
A life with Chrisdean. Nimue could hardly believe that she had married him, rushed as the entire decision and the ceremony were. That very morning, she would have never thought that this day would come.
Her father would know soon, she thought, and she wondered what he would do—though he had limited options. Nimue could only hope that she would see him again soon, unharmed and that he wouldn’t be furious at her for the decision that she had made.
Besides, she wasn’t nearly as angry with herself as she would have thought.
