Page 68 of A Sinful Night with a Scot
“I’m nae done with ye yet. Now I will give ye what ye truly desire.”
She nodded, looking at him eagerly.
“This may hurt for a short while, little one, but I will be gentle,” Keane said tenderly.
He had dominated her already, and he would again, only in a totally different way. As much as he desperately wanted to plunge himself into her welcoming softness, he didn’t have it in him to hurt her. This time, he would be gentle. The next time, not so much.
Entering her slowly, his body shuddered at the ecstasy he already felt as she stretched to accommodate him. She was warm, and soft, and welcoming, and it took all his strength not to lose control.
“Och, Elsie,” he growled, gazing down at her, her eyes wide and wanting.
“Please, Keane. Please.”
His hips moved back and forth, a slow and steady pace, stretching her little by little. As much as he wanted to let his head fall back and sink into this euphoria, this time was special, and he kept his eyes on her, watching the tiny reactions to him, the pleasure, the surprise, the newness of it all.
His thrusts grew deeper and faster, and somewhere along the way, Elsie winced, grabbing him tightly. Yet her pain seemed to morph into her pleasure, for her eyes begged him for more. He was eager to give it, and each thrust filled her, deeper and deeper. His arms began to shake, he felt pressure building up his back, and his thighs trembled as the ecstasy took him over.
“Och, little one,” he growled, panting, and yet, not taking his eyes off her once.
But he could hold back no longer. He needed her. He needed to lose himself in this woman, this precious savior who had broken down his walls. They now moved together as one, their souls entwined. There was no separation between his spirit and hers, and from this day onward, it was the way Keane wanted them to be. From then until forever. Two bodies, one soul, intertwined for eternity, in that life and the next.
The tension that swirled around every part of him hovered on the very edge, building to a crescendo he could neither control, nor wanted to stop. This is what they both wanted. The seal that would bind them forever.
Suddenly, he remembered his mother. Her pale face, her darkened eyes, her dried lips. And the very second her soul had left her body. A flash of horror crashed through him as he gazed down at Elsie. He couldn’t lose her like that. He just couldn’t. He had only just found her.
And yet, nor could he stop what was about to happen. Feeling the rush take him over, he quickly pulled out of her, and with aroar that carried across the entire glen, Keane stilled, his every muscle tensing as he emptied himself onto the grass beside her.
The moment was filled with conflict, for Elsie looked confused and disappointed. Keane himself felt as though he had broken a connection between them, and yet, was that not better than losing her altogether?
Falling down beside her, he gazed into her eyes. “Ye dinnae ken what ye dae tae me, little one.”
Elsie smiled, a soft color rising on her cheeks. She had been a little bashful the last time he had pleasured her. Now, she gazed back at him with an intensity he had never seen from her before. He felt a sensation deep in his chest, and a strange spinning in his stomach.
“Thank ye,” she whispered.
But Keane shook his head. “Ye never have tae thank me, Elsie. It is me pleasure and privilege. It will always be me pleasure.”
The two lay there for a long while, without speaking. They didn’t need to. Their shared gaze as they lay there, feeling like the only two people in the entire world, expressed more than any words could. Never in his life had Keane experienced such a connection with another person on such a deep level. It shook him to the very core.
I love this lass. I am in love with this lass.
Sometime later, they made their way back to the castle. They were still a little way out when a guard came riding toward them.
“Me laird,” he said, bringing his horse to a halt. “Laird Munro is at the gate.”
Keane glanced at Elsie. Her mouth had fallen open in astonishment.
“What is he daeing here?” she gasped.
“I think that much is obvious. But I have nae feud with yer faither. We should hear what he has tae say.”
Elsie looked worried, but Keane was not as concerned. He and Elsie were married, and there was nothing Laird Munro could do about it. Turning back to the guard, he said, “Let him enter. We will be there shortly.”
“Aye, me laird,” the guard said, turning back and pushing his horse to a gallop.
“Dinnae worry, little one. Ye belong tae me, now,” Keane said as they continued on.
He reached out his hand, offering it to her. She smiled then, reaching over and placing her hand in his. He squeezed it gently, before letting it drop again.
