Page 48 of A Forbidden Night with a Scot
Would he still refuse, she wondered? Would he make her wait?
Alicia didn’t want to wait, not another moment. “Samuel… make me yers, please. I want it.”
She felt him nod beside her. “I will, me love. I will.”
Alicia liked the sound of that coming from him. She liked knowing this is how he viewed her: his love, just like he was hers. They belonged to each other, at least for that night.
Slowly, Samuel guided her to the bed, sitting on the edge of the mattress before he pulled her in his lap once more, only this time, Alicia was facing forward, away from him. She sagged against him, sighing in pleasure as his deft fingers stroked her folds, his other hand curling around the swell of her breast as he craned his neck to kiss her. She was surrounded by him, no part of her left untouched, unkissed. When one of his fingers finally breached her, Alicia couldn’t help but gasp, the sensation as foreign as it was pleasurable, maddeningly so.
So, this is what it feels like.
The drag of his finger against her walls offered her a delicious friction, sending a jolt of pleasure down her spine. Samuel moved his hand slowly, his palm rubbing against the hard nub above her entrance with every thrust of his finger, and Alicia could feel herself opening up around him, wetness gathering where their bodies met. When he added a second finger, crooking them both and hitting a certain spot inside her, her entire body convulsed as pleasure coursed through her, shatteringly strong and unexpected.
Once Samuel found that spot, he didn’t relent. He wrapped his arm around Alicia, holding her close and whispering sweet nothings into her ear as he brought her closer and closer to the edge.
Alicia could only moan, her hand wrapping around Samuel’s arm to hold onto him as he quickened his pace, sending wave after wave of pleasure through her. Soon, it built up to a crescendo and Alicia’s entire body trembled as she reached her climax, legs convulsing once, twice before she collapsed boneless in Samuel’s arms.
Samuel kissed her through it, on her lips, her cheek, her forehead. His kisses slowly brought Alicia back to reality and she blinked up at him, laughing as he laid her on the bed and crawled over her. Her laugh soon morphed into a gasp, though, when she watched him take himself in his hand, slicking up his length with her wetness.
Then, he settled between her legs and Alicia wrapped them around his waist. She was more eager than she wasapprehensive, though she still feared that he was too big. However, every married woman had done this, she reminded herself. It would be no different for her.
“Are ye certain ye want this?” Samuel asked, as if sensing her hesitation.
Alicia was quick to nod. “Aye,” she said. “I want it more than anythin’. Please, Samuel, take me.”
Samuel nodded, biting hard on his bottom lip. It seemed to Alicia that he had trouble controlling himself, that his need for her was too great, and warmth spread over her chest at the thought. It made her feel wanted. It made her feel like she was the only woman Samuel had ever desired.
“If ye wish tae stop, tell me,” Samuel said, waiting for Alicia to nod before he reached between them, taking his manhood in his hand once more and guiding himself to her entrance. For a moment, he paused, Alicia simply feeling the blunt pressure of him against her, before he slowly, torturously so, pushed inside her in one long, smooth thrust.
The air was punched right out of Alicia’s lungs with that thrust, the first wave of pleasure so overwhelming that she couldn’t even make a sound as she arched her back off the bed, fingers twisting into the sheets. She took a deep breath as Samuel paused once more, but she hardly needed it. Her last orgasm had left her loose and pliant, wet for him, and the second thrust was even easier, Samuel filling her to the brim.
Alicia could feel him deep in her core and every thrust of his hips brought them closer together. Samuel braced himself on his forearms as he moved, a thin sheen of sweat covering his forehead and his body, his hair falling in loose waves around his head. He looked otherworldly in the candlelight, the blue of his eyes almost entirely swallowed by his blown pupils, his plump lips pressed into a thin line as he tried to keep himself quiet. Alicia didn’t have as much self-control. Though she tried, she couldn’t help the moans that escaped her, so Samuel leaned down to muffle them with a kiss.
Their breaths mingled as they rocked against each other, Alicia’s hips moving with a mind of their own as she tried to take him even deeper, until their bodies were flush together. Hooking his arms under her knees, Samuel spread her legs wider and sat up straight, the leverage allowing him to quicken his pace and push in as deep as Alicia could take him, his manhood brushing against that spot inside her again and again. His gaze on her was like a physical touch, his eyes hungrily watching her body, the way her breasts bounced with every thrust, the way her entrance fluttered around him where they were joined.
When his thumb began to rub circles over her sensitive nub, it only took a few more thrusts for Alicia to fall apart around him once more, her walls clenching rhythmically around his manhood. With a quiet curse, Samuel pulled out of her just as he reached his own zenith, spilling himself over her thighs.
For a few moments, neither of them moved. Samuel kept hovering over her, his breathing ragged and his body still trembling with the aftershocks of his climax. Then, he let out abreathless laugh and collapsed next to Alicia, pulling her into his arms.
“I love ye,” he said in an awed whisper. “Nay one has ever made me feel like this afore.”
Alicia frowned. “Nay one?”
Samuel shook his head. “Nay one ever.”
Though Alicia didn’t want to dampen the good mood of the night, she felt like she had to ask. “Nae even yer wife?”
For a moment, Samuel was silent and Alicia feared she had offended him or that she had effectively ruined the night for them both. But then Samuel shook his head again, pulling Alicia just a little closer.
“I loved Thomasina,” he said. “She was very dear tae me. In a way, she still is. But I was never in love with her, nay matter how much I tried. I think it was the same fer her. We did the best we could but, in the end… we simply werenae meant fer each other.”
Alicia looked at Samuel, her hand coming to rest on his cheek, her thumb rubbing small circles just under his eye. She kissed him, soft and sweet, and Samuel smiled at her, though there was a hint of sadness in the gesture.
“Forgive me fer mentionin’ her,” Alicia said. “I didnae mean tae sadden ye.”
“Ye didnae,” Samuel assured her. “I was only thinkin’ after that attack, what if somethin’ happens tae ye? Colm MacLaine has already taken two o’ the people I loved. I cannae bear tae lose ye, too.”
Alicia sighed, pulling Samuel’s head into the crook of her neck. He nuzzled the skin there, arms tightening just slightly around Alicia’s waist, and Alicia hated nothing more than seeing him like this, so afraid of something that was unlikely to happen. Samuel would protect her, she knew, and so would her father and Nerian. Though she understood his concerns, she wished there was something she could do to put an end to them.
