Page 76 of Kilted Abduction
“But we could’ve.”
He seemed to think for a moment then gave her a half-shrug. “Aye. I suppose so.”
“I dinnae want tae die with regrets,” she said, her voice trembling. “And I dinnae want tae live with them either.”
“What regrets are ye speakin’ of, lass?”
Part of Ciara felt sick to her stomach, but the other part felt a torrent of exhilaration, white hot and breathtaking, coursing through her veins. Licking her suddenly dry lips, she stood up in the water, exposing her bare breasts to Magnus. His eyes widened and his mouth fell open as he watched her walk to the top step that had been carved into the stone pool. Her legs shook so hard Ciara feared they would give out beneath her as she held out her hand, beckoning him forward.
The tension in the chamber was as thick as the steam from the surface of the pool as Magnus stood there, staring at her. Hedidn’t speak and didn’t move. He was frozen in place, like a statue, but his eyes were riveted to her body.
“Ciara,” he finally said. “What are ye doin’?”
“Tryin’ tae live me life without regret,” she replied. “Now, come.”
He stood rooted to his spot for another moment. “Are ye certain?”
“I’m certain. This is what I want, Magnus.”
When he dropped his robe and towel, Ciara’s eyes slid up and down his body, the flood of desire pumping through her veins pushing out the fear. She backed down the stairs and walked back into the pool, allowing Magnus to step into the water. He stood before her, his gaze fixed on hers. Ciara’s stomach turned a somersault inside of her and the fear she had felt a moment before came roaring back.
“Are you truly certain, lass?”
She swallowed down the hard ball of fear in her throat and nodded. “Aye. I’m certain.”
“Why?”
“Because I want this… with ye,” she replied. “And because if the unthinkable happens and Fairfax is able tae take me, I wouldrather be spoiled fer him, and to have a good memory I can keep in me mind. Somethin’ fer me.”
“He’ll never take ye,” Magnus said, his voice firm. “I’ll die before I let that happen. I’m never goin’ tae let anythin’ happen tae ye, Ciara. Never.”
Magnus leaned down and pressed his lips to hers, touching off explosions of delight inside of her. Ciara’s body quivered from head to toe as his tongue swirled languidly around hers. She slipped her arms around the back of his neck, pulling him closer to her. Magnus’s arms encircled her waist and as he pressed his body to hers, she gasped, feeling his rigid length pressed against her belly. Her sex felt like it was aflame and she was gripped by a desire so powerful, it was almost frightening.
They clung together in the water with ribbons of steam curling around them both. A soft moan passed Ciara’s lips as Magnus explored her body with his hands. For being so large and rough, he had a light, gentle touch that raised goosebumps upon her skin and made the heat between her thighs burn even hotter. Ciara lowered a trembling hand and wrapped it around his thick, hard staff and squeezed, drawing a low moan from his lips.
“I’m sorry. Did I hurt ye?” she asked, quickly letting go.
A wolfish grin touched his lips. “Quite the contrary, actually.”
He took her hand and guided it back to him, wrapping her long but delicate fingers around his girth. A slow smile touching her lips, Ciara turned her face up to him, looking deep in his eyesas she began to pump her hand up and down, stroking him. Rapture was etched into his features, and he leaned his head back, eyes closed and moaned softly. Feeling emboldened by the pleasure on his face, Ciara tightened her grip and pumped harder.
“Me God,” he gasped.
Magnus gently grabbed her by the wrist and moved her hand off him, a shaky smile on his face, which was glowing as with an inner fire. Ciara was confused.
“Doesnae that feel good?” she asked.
“Aye. It feels too good.”
She cocked her head, not understanding. Without another word, Magnus picked her up as if she weighed nothing at all and set her on the edge of the pool. Parting her thighs with his hands, he leaned forward and when he slid his tongue between her velvety folds, Ciara cried out. Grabbing his hair with both hands, she pulled hard on it, her body shaking wildly as he lapped at her dripping wet center. It felt so incredible, it took her breath away.
Magnus slipped his hands around, grabbing hold of her backside and pulled her to him, pressing his face even deeper between her thighs, licking and sucking on her wildly. Ciara’s voice was a breathy quiver, and she tipped her head back, squeezing her eyes shut as she cried out. She felt a pressure building up low inside of her and seeming to sense it, Magnus looked up at her andsmiled. He grazed her swollen button with his teeth then swirled his tongue around it.
Ciara’s grip on his hair tightened, making him grunt, but his eyes remained on hers, glittering with the hunger she felt on her own face. She opened her mouth but anything she was about to say fell away as her heart dropped into her stomach and she suddenly felt weightless. As if she was falling from some great height. The cry that burst from her mouth was long and shrill as she shook wildly, wrapping her thighs around his head and pulling so hard on his hair, part of her was afraid she was going to rip it out by the roots.
Her entire body shook, and she felt out of control. Her body felt as if it was moving of its own accord, and she could no more stop the powerful waves of ecstasy washing through her than she could stop the moon from rising higher into the sky. Ciara felt as if she couldn’t breathe and for a moment, it felt like her heart had stopped dead in her chest.
Slowly though, her breath came back, and her heart started to beat once more. Her skin tingled and her hair stood on end. She slumped forward as the sensations began to gradually ebb, leaving a lopsided grin on her face in their wake. She had never felt anything so intense or so amazing before in all her life. Magnus looked up at her, his lips and chin glistening with her juices and smiled.
