Page 77 of Kilted Abduction
“I feel boneless,” she said. “That was amazin’.”
Magnus said nothing but the glimmer in his eyes was seductive, his face filled with need. He pulled her off the wall and down into the water with him again. Still trying to regain control of her body, Ciara let him guide her over to the rough-hewn stairs. He sat down on the bottom stair, the water rising to his chest, then settled her down astride him. Magnus looked into her eyes, his expression growing serious.
“Are ye certain ye want tae dae this?” he asked.
“There is nobody I’d rather dae this with.”
“Good lass,” he purred.
With Ciara straddling his lap, Magnus took hold of his staff, guiding it to her opening. He parted her soft folds and pressed himself against her then paused, searching her face. The corner of her mouth quirking upward, Ciara took the initiative and rolled her hips forward, sinking his rigid staff deep into her. She gasped and felt her eyes widen as she was gripped by a sharp pinch of pain. She grabbed him by the shoulders, his nails sinking into his flesh.
“Are ye all right?” he asked.
She nodded but didn’t speak. Didn’t move. She recalled Elspeth telling her the first time could be painful, but she didn’t count on it hurting quite so much. Ciara settled herself on his lap, trying to get used to the feeling of his girth stretching her so wide open. She bit her bottom lip and closed her eyes and slowly, the painbegan to ebb, overcome by a rush of pleasure that felt so good, she giggled. Magnus looked at her like she’d gone mad.
“Are ye all right?” he asked again.
“Aye. I’m fine.”
“Are ye sure ye want?—”
She cut him off by pressing her mouth to his. And as she slowly rolled her hips, sliding herself up and down on his shaft, she kissed him deeply. Their tongues danced around one another sensually as Ciara moved up and down, sinking his staff into her even deeper. Though she still felt some pain, the pleasure that followed seemed heightened.
Magus kissed her neck, gently nipped at her earlobes, and slid his hands down, gripping her backside as she rode him. Their moans and cries of pleasure echoed around the chamber, filling her ears with the most beautiful music she’d ever heard. As the tip of Magnus’ sex plunged even deeper into her core, Ciara felt that pressure building up once more. And as she descended on him, sinking onto his manhood, she cried out as she was overcome by that sensation of falling once more.
Ciara gripped his shoulders, her nails digging half-moons into his flesh as she shook and trembled, the powerful waves of her climax battering her relentlessly. A choked gasp passed her parted lips but before she could get her bearings, Ciara felt Magnus swelling inside of her. A moment later, he threw hishead back and let out a long, guttural cry as he exploded. Her eyes widened as she felt the rush of warmth filling her.
They clung together, foreheads pressed together, staring into each other’s eyes. Ciara’s heart was in her throat, pounding in her ears. Magnus placed a soft kiss on her lips and lifted her chin so he could look her in the eye.
“I’m goin’ tae keep ye safe, Ciara. I’m goin’ tae protect ye,” he said quietly. “I’m nae goin’ tae let anythin’ happen tae ye. Ever.”
A small smile on her lips, Ciara laid her head on his shoulder and embraced him tighter and tried to hold back the tears that welled in her eyes. She’d never felt more cared for in her life. More than that, she’d never felt safer. She knew it would complicate things, especially since she hadn’t yet decided if she was going to leave Dunvegan or not. But she knew if she even decided to go, she could leave with a fond memory that would help sustain her, that would make her smile whenever she thought of it. She’d given herself to a man on her terms. And that was something else she would forever cling to.
CHAPTER 39
It had been a couple of days since Magnus and Ciara had been together in the bath chamber and he hadn’t been able to stop thinking about it since. They hadn’t been together since that night, but they seemed to be growing closer. They took meals together, took walks around the castle grounds together, and spent a lot of time sharing their lives with each other.
The emotions she stirred in Magnus were unlike anything he’d ever felt before. They were powerful. Raw. Primal. And when he thought of them—of her—he was overwhelmed by them all over again. In one sense, his emotions for her were becoming so strong, Magnus feared everything she made him feel. On the other hand, though, it felt good. It was unlike anything he’d ever been made to feel before.
Magnus was walking through the castle, overseeing the installation of some decorations for the coming Yule feast. Given the attack on Dunvegan, he didn’t think they should be going forward with the feast, but Domhnall was insistent they do. Hebelieved canceling the feast would be a sign of weakness, or a sign that Fairfax had scared them. Magnus thought it was prudent. But Domhnall was the laird, so it was ultimately his brother’s call to make.
The sound of steel ringing on steel caught Magnus’ attention. He thought sparring with Calum might be just what he needed to blow off some steam and alleviate some of his tension. When he stepped into the practice yard though, he found Calum putting Ciara through her forms and sparring with her. As he walked in, they turned to him.
“Sorry,” he said. “I dinnae want tae interrupt.”
“Wantin’ tae spar, lad?” Calum asked.
“I did. But I can wait?—”
“Nonsense,” Calum said. “Grab a weapon.”
As he crossed the yard to grab one of the practice blades from the rack, Ciara watched him with a smirk stretching her lips.
“I want tae spar with ye,” she said.
Calum laughed. “I think ‘tis a great idea. Give her somebody else tae fight. Might dae her some good. Might dae ye some good too, lad.”
Magnus looked at the blunted blade in his hand and shrugged. “All right. Let’s spar then.”
