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‘Tell me to stop now Ailsa.’
Burying his hand in the soft waves of her hair Duncan drew her mouth to his once more and allowed himself the luxury of slipping his other hand slowly down her elegant back. She did not resist. Her skin was warm and velvety smooth under his rough hands and he revelled in the progress of his hand down, down to the delicious curve of her firm buttocks. Feeling he might explode with desire he cupped her there and with a soft moan, pressed her firmly against him all the while kissing her hungrily.
‘If you would stop me Aisla,’ he gasped, ‘then you need to do it now for I am almost past the point of no return.’
‘No don’t stop,’ she said breathlessly. ‘Please Duncan.’
‘So he’s right,’ Ailsa thought, she did have wildness in her soul and some dark part of it selfishly wanted to feel the pleasure he was giving her, wanted to explore the delicious darkness of him. He was a devil, he was an enemy but he was also a desirable man who made her feel beautiful and who excited and aroused her.
Ailsa was lost in his kiss as shame and desire battled in her head. Humiliated by her nakedness before him she was also exhilarated at the hunger in his eyes when he looked at her. His hot hands all over her seared her skin and unable to stop herself she kissed him back and pressed herself against the inexorable pressure of his manhood pushing up against the soft secret part of her. Where his hard body connected with hers a strange throbbing need was building up, which would not be defied.
‘Say it Ailsa,’ his kiss had become harder, more urgent. ‘Say you don’t want me.’
‘I don’t want you,’ she gasped but even as she said the words, without thinking, she reached up and buried her hands in his thick black hair and held him to her, as much to stop her knees from giving way as anything else. But she could not stay a soft moan of pleasure with the contact.
‘Holy Christ woman. I’ll not last five minutes at this rate’ he said in a voice thick with lust.
Suddenly he stepped back from her and Ailsa was afraid she had offended him in some way with her wanton behaviour. He held her trembling body at arms-length and for a moment she felt the spell between them break and she was just a whore who had disgusted her master. His dark eyes were so intense, so hard that she was momentarily frightened by him. He let go of her and pulled his shirt over the smooth bulk of his shoulders. Dropping it to the floor his gaze continued to hold hers as he undid his belt and shed his kilt. He meant to have her now.
‘Duncan, you shouldn’t.’
‘Why not? You should take a good look at your husband Ailsa.’
Ailsa had never thought of men as beautiful before but there was no denying that a naked Duncan Campbell was indeed that. Tall, broad-shouldered and long- limbed, his smoothly muscled body was lean and hard from years of fighting, riding and hunting. His arms and chest showed the price he had paid for his victories in battle. Numerous thick scars bloomed like weeds over the smooth expanse of his skin and Ailsa was once again aware of his deadly power and strength. Thick hair ran like a coarse black river over his chest, narrowing to a thin line along his hard-muscled belly towards his groin, where it provided a glorious frame for his manhood. This was large and swollen with desire and Ailsa thought it shocking and tried hard to look away from it.
‘Do I disappoint you, wife?’ he asked gruffly.
‘No…I just….’
He took her hand and laid it against his chest. She could feel the beat of his heart thud steadily against her palm. ‘Are you curious Ailsa,’ he said in his dark seductive voice. He leaned towards her and smiled. ‘Explore me if you want to.’
He was right. She was utterly fascinated by him, by his size and strength. She hesitantly traced the back of her fingers across his chest. The black hair was silky under her hand and this surprised her, she had expected it to be hard like the rest of his body. He held himself still as a statue as her hand moved lower, skimming over the peaks and troughs of muscles now tensing on his stomach as she moved to his manhood. With some trepidation she let the tips of her fingers trace down its length and press against it. What a shocking contradiction, a silky smoothness with hardness beneath. Her eyes opened in wonder and she heard Duncan gasp as she encircled it with her fingers. It was exhilarating to be like this with him, to have this power to make him react, to see the desire flare in his eyes at her touch. And she didn’t want to stop touching him.
‘Ailsa if you keep doing that there will be consequences,’ he said smiling, breaking her out of her impure thoughts. There was almost a challenge there as if he were defying her to not want him.
She snatched her hand away. To cover her embarrassment she said the first thing that came into her head.
‘So many scars.’
‘Do they disgust you?’ he said frowning, with uncertainty in his voice.
‘No, no they do not but they must give you pain, surely.’
‘Aye, they did when I earned them, a great deal of pain, but that has passed now.’
He took up her hand again and placed it on a ragged patch of shiny red skin on his shoulder. ‘Musket ball,’ he said quietly. Slowly he pulled her hand down to a raised mark on his ribs. ‘A French dagger.’ Then he took her hand to his mouth, slowly placing the tips of her fingers on his sensuous upper lip and paused, breathing hard.
‘Claymore,’ he said with quiet intensity, holding her eyes prisoner with his. She moved her fingers over his firm, full mouth and an awful madness took hold of her.
‘God will punish me for this,’ she whispered.
‘Aye, maybe’ he said softly, ‘but I won’t.’
Then his mouth came down on hers and she was lost. He picked her up in his strong arms and in one swift movement crossed to the bed and deposited her gently upon it.
‘Do not be afraid. I promise I will make you ready for me.’
With that, he was suddenly next to her, face to face, his belly pressing against hers and the weight of him pushing her into the smooth furs. Ailsa was buried under a solid wall of naked muscle. He started to kiss her again, his hand moving downwards along her stomach, the arch of her hip, along her thighs and then slowly, slowly up and up until it was between her legs. Ailsa grabbed his hand. ‘No Duncan,’ she gasped mortified by him touching her so.
