Page 59 of A Forbidden Night with a Scot
“Here?” Samuel asked with a small, slightly amused smile. “Are ye certain?”
Alicia nodded fervently. She needed him desperately. Waiting until they got to a room seemed impossible to her in that moment and besides, no one visited that turret apart from her. No one would see them, no one would catch them in the act.
Samuel wasted no time before he gathered Alicia’s dress, pulling it up to her waist. His hands repeated the movement, palms dragging over her calves, her thighs, until they reached her rear and his fingers brushed against her opening, soft and teasing. She could already feel the wetness gathering there, between her thighs, and her hips moved back greedily, seeking a firmer touch.
She wasn’t the only impatient one, though. Samuel quickly lowered his trews and guided himself inside her in a slow, smooth thrust, one that took her breath away for a moment, leaving her gasping for air. His arms came to wrap around her once more, holding her close, and Alicia placed her hands over his, twining their fingers once more. Her body parted easily around him, his manhood reaching deep inside her with every thrust and sending jolt after jolt of pleasure through her. The slow drag of him against her sensitive flesh was a sweet torture, giving her just enough pleasure to drive her mad with lust, his name tumbling from her lips again and again like a prayer.
Through it all, Samuel held her, his face buried in Alicia’s neck, his hands curling around her torso, fingers dimpling the skin through her clothes. There was nothing like the closenessbetween the two of them, the physical proximity as delightful as it was all-encompassing. Samuel was all she could feel, his breaths all she could hear, his masculine scent all that surrounded her. There was nothing else but him in her world in that moment; nothing but the joining of their bodies, the slow rocking of their hips, the pleasure they found in each other flowing back and forth between them like the tide.
“Ye’re mine,” Samuel mumbled against Alicia’s neck, draping himself over her as he bent her over the windowsill, pushing himself impossibly deep. Pleasure spiked through Alicia, each thrust of his hips hitting a spot inside her that had her trembling in his arms and quivering around his length, and she braced a hand against the window to rock back into him, insatiable in her quest for release. “As I am yers. Never forget that, me love. Never.”
Heat coiled in Alicia’s core and her chest tightened at Samuel’s words, as though her body could not contain all the love she felt for him nor the force of her desire. It was a dream come true, one she would have never thought was possible, and now that it was her reality, her joy was boundless, pouring out of her in waves.
Clutching onto Samuel’s arm, Alicia lost herself in all the sensations—the warmth of his body as it blanketed her, the damp heat of his breath on her neck, the sounds of their coupling, the stretch of her entrance as his length pushed deeper and deeper with every slow thrust, filling her to the brim. Her moans echoed in the small turret, mixing with Samuel’s grunts as he neared his release, and when his teeth found her shoulder, clamping down as he spilled inside her, Alicia’s pleasure wastorn out of her suddenly, her body clenching tightly around Samuel as she was pushed over the edge.
With a surprised moan, Alicia sagged in Samuel’s arms until he was the only thing holding her upright, her chest heaving as she tried to catch her breath. The slow, sensual grind of Samuel’s hips as he chased the aftershocks of his release only prolonged her own, drawing out her orgasm for what seemed like an eternity.
When Samuel finally pulled back, he wasted no time before he pulled Alicia into a soft, tender kiss. “Come tae me chambers,” he said in between kisses. “Let me have ye again. Let me hold ye an’ kiss ye all night.”
Alicia couldn’t refuse such a request. With a smile, she nodded and took Samuel’s hand, following him out of the turret.
Samuel hushed Alicia softly as they ran to his rooms, though he couldn’t help but laugh, too, as she giggled in excitement. He felt lighter, younger even, infected by her enthusiasm and her good mood, but at the same time, he knew the importance of stealth. The chambers in that wing of the castle were all full, her father and sisters occupying three of them at the end of the corridor.
As they reached his door, Samuel pressed Alicia against it and kissed her while fumbling for the door knob at the same time. Distracted as he was, opening the door seemed like an impossible task, but he couldn’t bring himself to tear his lipsaway from hers. Every kiss they shared was too sweet, too intoxicating. He couldn’t help but want more.
In the haze of his passion, he didn’t hear the footsteps until it was too late; until he was already being grabbed by the back of his shirt and ripped away from Alicia, a strong hand throwing him to the floor. He didn’t need to look to know who it was. Before he even met Gavin’s eyes, a sudden wave of guilt pulled him under, choking him and settling heavy in his chest.
CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN
“That is me daughter,” Gavin said through gritted teeth, his voice barely a whisper. His eyes shone with tears that refused to spill. “Me daughter. Ye’ve kent her since she was a bairn.”
Samuel said nothing. What was there for him to say, after all? He had always known, deep down, that Gavin would be furious with him, disgusted by his actions. He had always known their friendship had come to an end the moment he decided to give himself to Alicia.
He didn’t expect Gavin to understand. Samuel hardly understood it himself.
When Gavin grabbed him once more, his fingers closing around the fabric of his shirt, Samuel knew what was to come and didn’t try to resist. The first punch to his face, even expected as it was, sent a wild, throbbing pain through him, the force of it leaving him reeling. Above him, Gavin was crouched like a wild animal, the rage he exuded almost more oppressive than his physicalpresence. Samuel saw him in details: the twitching vein in his forehead, the reddened blood vessels in his eyes bursting in his fury, the curl of his lip as he bared his teeth. Never before had Samuel seen him like this, nor had he ever expected to be at the receiving end of such anger and hatred and more than anything else, it broke his heart to know this was his best friend, the man he had sworn to never betray.
But betray him he did, and now he had to suffer the consequences.
“Faither!” Alicia’s voice cut through the fog in Samuel’s mind, though it didn’t seem to have the same effect on Gavin. Another punch landed on his cheek, this one just as vicious, just as unrestrained as the first, and Samuel only groaned in pain as he sagged in Gavin’s grip, letting him do as he pleased.
I deserve this. I deserve so much more than this.
Distantly, he became aware of the presence of more people around him—Emmeline and Katherine, both emerging from their rooms to see the source of the commotion, and Nerian, who was trying to wrestle Gavin off him. Samuel had half a mind to tell Nerian to leave, to let Gavin do whatever he wanted to him, but Gavin’s rough treatment had already left him disoriented and confused. Gavin was a strong man; he had always been. Now that Samuel wasn’t fighting back, wasn’t even trying to defend himself, the burst of pain that came with every punch was unbearable, bringing him one moment closer to unconsciousness.
“Faither, let him go!”
It was Alicia again, her voice loud and jarring in Samuel’s ears, even through the ringing in his head. Still, Gavin was relentless, dealing punch after punch, even as all three of his daughters were shouting at him and Nerian was trying his best to peel him off Samuel. Samuel only gazed at his friend, his eyes filled with nothing but guilt and regret.
If only I had spoken to him sooner.
If only I had never allowed meself the indulgence.
But even so, he couldn’t quite bring himself to regret his relationship with Alicia. He adored her and he knew she, too, loved him. Perhaps it was wrong. Perhaps he was sick for loving her. Perhaps there was something terribly wrong with him and Gavin was right to want to hurt him.
At the same time, though, his feelings were real and he, at least, knew he would never do anything to hurt Alicia.
“She’s me daughter,” Gavin repeated, but this time, he seemed to be talking to Nerian, who had managed to restrain him, the two of them hovering right over Samuel where he lay on the floor. The stone was cold and hard against his back, digging into his spine, but he was only vaguely aware of the discomfort. “Me wee lassie.”
