Page 102 of The Duke's Scottish Bride
“I want to taste ye,” she said softly, surprising even herself with the boldness of the words.
His gaze snapped to hers, green eyes dark with something primal—but also with surprise and something dangerously close to reverence.
“Are you certain?” he rasped, his voice rough and low, barely controlled.
She gave a small, deliberate smile, her thumb gliding over the sensitive tip as he shuddered under her touch. “Aye. I want to.”
Whatever restraint he had left vanished in the flare of his gaze, but he didn’t move—not this time. He let her take the lead.
So, she guided him on the bed, letting him lie on his back as she slowly leaned forward, her lips brushing against him as she tasted him for the first time, savoring the salt and heat as she began to explore him with soft, tentative flicks of her tongue.
He groaned, low and guttural, as she grew bolder, taking more of him into her mouth. She reveled in the way his body reacted—tense, trembling, his breath ragged as she continued.
He didn’t guide her. He didn’t need to.
She wanted this. Wanted to watch him unravel beneath her hands.
“You are heaven, my tempest,” he said as he hissed through clenched teeth. “But I will not let myself find release in your mouth, at least not tonight.”
He slowly slid back down her body before putting his hands on her full hips. He flipped her onto her stomach and took a hand to her sex. He began sliding his fingers up and down her slit, taking the wetness of her arousal and using it to massage the whole of her. He then settled on the soft bud that would send her over the edge..
As he continued to massage her clit, he slowly brought his large cock toward her entrance from behind.
“Such a good lass for me,” he whispered in her ear as he drove himself inside of her, hard and strong.
He began thrusting hard and needy, filling her entirely. He took his hand off her throbbing clit to place both of his hands on her hips. He used them as leverage to deepen his thrusts, occasionally pulling her roughly against his muscular thighs. She found herself being pulled deeper and deeper into the moment with every rhythmic slap of their skin.
The room was hot. Impossibly hot. She felt as though she may explode and a part of her wanted to. She could die a happy woman. Just. Like. This.
Just when she felt her body could not take anymore, his pace quickened again. Each thrust sent a new sensation through her body. She felt him there, but she felt him everywhere.
“You. Are. Mine. You. Are. Mine. I. Will. Give. You. The. World,” he said with each thrust, before he finally cried her name. “Marion.”
After finding release, he fell to his side next to her. His breath was heavy but even. He wiped his brow with the back of his hand before looking at her, as she was still on all fours. He guided her slowly down and spooned her from behind on the bed.
“It is all right. You can relax now,” he said as he kissed her shoulder from behind.
But the moment his lips touched her skin, her body burned to feel him again.
“Oh Anselm,” she cried out, sticking her bottom as hard as she could into him. “Please, I need ye.”
“Your wish is my command,” he said as he thrust inside of her.
His pace was just as deliberate, yet slower this time. She could feel him going more slowly, allowing her to savor each sensation as she took the whole of him. They fit so well, like a lock and key. She felt as though this man was truly made for her. She had no doubt that their future would be passionate, full, and bright.
When they finally found release a second time, as well as the strength to rise from bed to don robes, Anselm rang for supper. Mr. Lewis sent a footman up, who politely left trays outside of the door.
They dined while sitting on the rich carpet in front of the fireplace, savoring stewed meats, mousseline potatoes, fresh vegetables, and a delicious pudding for dessert. They sipped on luxurious red wine, allowing the intoxication of the spirit, as well as their passion, to settle deep within them.
When they had finally found their full, he took her in his arms and strode over to a large chair in front of the windows. He held her in his lap, stroking her long, chocolate locks as they gazed out at the stars.
“When I was a lassie, I would look at the stars and pray that someone else was lookin’ at them too,” she said. “I dinnae realize how beautiful it would feel to have someone to share it with, like we are now.”
“I know that I promised you the world, but if it is the cosmos you require, I can assure you that I am up for the challenge.”
Epilogue
SIX MONTHS LATER
