Page 100 of A Highland Bride Taken
“Breathe, Mabel,” he crooned. “Ye have to relax, or it will hurt more than it should.”
She nodded, and he felt her attempt to, but she was still tense. He kissed her again to distract her, withdrawing till he felt her relax. Then, he slid back into her a little deeper, swallowing her gasps as he moved inch by tortuously slow inch till he was fully seated inside her.
He groaned, feeling as though he had died and gone to heaven, his body growing taut from the effort not to move.
His eyes flicked to hers, but they were squeezed shut, brimming slightly with tears. No doubt he had caused her pain when he had only hoped to give her pleasure.
“I am sorry it hurts, Mabel,” he whispered, kissing her softly.
“‘Tis alright, Me Laird,” she answered, still grimacing.
“Campbell,” he corrected.
Her eyes opened.
“Call me Campbell,” he told her. “Ye are me wife. I havenae been fair to ye, and I intend to fix it.”
“Campbell,” she said, testing out his name.
It was by far the most erotic thing he had ever seen or heard, and all he wanted was to hear her gasp his name as he loved her into the night.
He withdrew from her and slid back in slowly, watching how her eyes closed at the unfamiliar sensation.
“Look at me,” he demanded. “Dinnae hide yer eyes from me.”
She opened her eyes, and he saw how she itched to hide them. But when he moved, she kept her gaze on him, breathless gasps escaping her lips.
He kept his pace slow, but the pressure at the base of his spine grew, and his pleasure built up. His thrusts quickened, and soon he forgot he was supposed to be more gentle with her till climax crashed over him and his seed spilled into her.
Her face flushed when she climaxed right after, and he kissed her, still moving inside her, spilling every last drop of his seed.
They remained entwined for a long moment.
Campbell didn’t want to part from her yet, so he rolled onto his back and pulled her across his chest, pulling the bedcovers over them.
Mabel kept her eyes down, and her face was still flushed, but whether from the heat of their lovemaking or embarrassment, he didn’t know.
“What ails ye, wife?” he inquired.
She shook her head quickly. “‘Tis nothing, husband.”
He chuckled softly.
“Ye seem embarrassed,” he pointed out. “Why?”
“I am nae embarrassed,” she answered stubbornly, causing him to laugh.
“Dinnae be ashamed by what just happened between us, Mabel,” he soothed. “Ye cannae even look me in the eye. Or do ye nae want me in yer bed?”
“Nay!” she cried, then placed a hand on her cheek. “I just… I felt wanton.”
Oh.
That was the reason for her embarrassment.
She hadn’t behaved improperly, much to his dismay, and while he liked how prim and proper she was outside his bed, he didn’t intend for her to be so in it.
“Ye werenae wanton, Mabel. That’s how it must be between man and wife,” he told her.
