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Her body spasmed as his thumb continued, wanting to make sure he drained every second of pleasure from her, but then, she suddenly pressed her legs together, and he knew she could take no more.
Kissing his way up her body, he gazed down at the serene smile that danced across her face as she lay on the rug. The fire crackled beside them, their bodies no longer needing its heat.
“I want tae be inside ye, Iseabail. But I dinnae want tae hurt ye.”
She gazed up at him, a flash of fear crossing her face. But it was gone as quickly as it arrived, and reaching out and gripping his thick arms, she said, “I want ye inside me. Please, Owen. Please.”
While he was scared of hurting her, he had worried that her fear would stop this going further. Her words gave him such delight that he lowered himself to her and brushed his lips across hers.
Steadying himself with one hand, he released his manhood with the other.
“I’ll be as gentle as I can. I promise.”
She nodded, not taking her eyes off him.
Moving his body between her legs, he slowly lowered his hips and guided himself inside of her. Immediately, her warm slickness stretched to accommodate him, and a low moan left his throat.
“Och, Iseabail,” he growled. “Ye’re so warm, and wet and ready fer me.”
Reaching up, she gripped his shoulders as he slowly moved back and forth. He growled and moaned, over and over, as pleasure rushed through him, up his legs and into his groin. Still, he remained slow and steady, fearing that he would hurt her.
But Iseabail sensed he was holding back, and gripping his shoulders tighter, she pressed her hips up and into him.
“I want all o’ ye.”
Thrusting his hips a little further forward, Owen let go just a little more, and as the euphoria built within him, he struggled to hold back much longer. Soon, his rhythm changed, and he pushed himself deep inside of her. His eyes were closed, lost in his ecstasy when he heard a gasp.
He looked down at her, her face pained, but as though she feared he might stop, she pleaded him with her eyes, rising up to meet him.
He was close now; he could feel himself building and building. The crescendo would soon be upon him, and as his hips thrust into her, over and over again, he could feel her tightening around him.
“Och, me God,” she cried, her body trembling beneath him.
His body shook too, as the powerful sensation took him over.
They were both lost now, moaning, panting, and gasping together. Iseabail climbed with him, and once more, her body spasmed as he felt her warmth contract around him. She let out a huge squeal, and Owen followed with a roar as he finally exploded and emptied himself inside her.
Dropping down onto the rug beside her, he slipped his arms around her shoulders and pulled her onto his chest. Their bodies wet with sweat, the two lay there, heaving and panting for air, their hearts pumping from the exertion, and pleasure and euphoria of the deepest connection Owen had ever felt before in his life.
He knew now for a certainty, that he could not live his life without Iseabail in it. He blankly refused. He had not been looking for love, but the gods, catching him unawares, had sent him an angel from heaven.
Holding her close to him, he tenderly kissed the top of her head, and then, he growled. “I’m nae letting ye go, Iseabail. Nae now, nae ever.”
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
Iseabail woke the next morning, wrapped in Owen’s arms. Her head, which rested upon his naked chest, rose and fell with his shallow breathing as he still slept. As she remembered their wonderful night in front of the fire, a soft smile danced on her lips, and her stomach flipped at the sensations and pleasure he had evoked from her. Sensations she had never before experienced, and had not known her body was capable of.
But as his words returned to her, the smile slowly waned, and her thoughts moved to a darker place. A place where she reminded herself of what Laird Sutherland demanded. Her hand in marriage. While last night she had been lost in euphoric moments that she would internalize for the rest of her life, she had to consider her family.
If she refused to marry Laird Sutherland, surely her father and brother would pay the price. She could not live with that thought, and yet, nor could she imagine her life without Owen in it.
I should tell him.
Nay. Ye shouldnae. It will break his heart.
But surely, he needs tae ken.
But as her mind reasoned right from wrong, her heart once again, halted her.
