Page 35 of Transporting a Ruthless Highlander
“For my wife and me,” Struan added, smiling wickedly.
Iain Stuart looked astonished. “Yer wife?” he asked, his eyes wide. Then he laughed and winked and gave Gavina a set of keys. “Number twelve,” he said. “There ye are, milady. Only our best room for ye both, so dinnae break anythin’! I know what newlyweds are like!”
Two minutes later, after Struan had tossed some coins to the landlord, they were in their bedroom, and Struan set Gavina down on the floor beside the bed, then kissed her gently. “I wanted to be the first man to drink a toast to my wife,” he said softly as he poured ale from his flask into a goblet for her. “Later we will have wine, but ale is a good honest drink to begin with, just like you.” He raised his glass. “To our love, my sweetheart,” he said tenderly. “Sláinte Mhath.”
“Sláinte Mhath, my love,” Gavina whispered, before clinking her glass against his. “I never thought this moment would come, that I would be standin’ facin’ my own husband in our bedroom. It doesnae seem possible.”
Gavina looked around the little room. It was shabby but clean and luxurious compared to the cramped cabin, the cell, the barn, and the beach she had slept in before. “Dae ye remember our first night taegether?” she asked. “On the beach, eatin’ shellfish an’ seaweed an’ sleepin’ under a sail?”
“I do,” he answered, “but I would rather not do it again…not on the beach, anyway.” He laughed softly, kissed her again, then took her glass from her, turned her around, and began to unlace the ribbons at the back of her dress. He was throbbing with frustration, his shaft painfully hard as he untied the last lace, and the garment slid over her shoulders and hips and onto the floor.
“My turn,” she said mischievously. She started to unbutton his shirt and ran her hands over the soft red hair that covered his chest before peppering him with kisses. She pulled off his shirt and heard him moan softly, then felt his hands running down her back until they cupped her bottom. He pressed himself as close to her as he could, and the pressure of his arousal against her made her gasp and shudder with delight.
Then he undid his kilt and let it join her dress on the floor.
She ran her fingers over the flat round planes of his chest, onto the rippling muscles of his abdomen, and then let her thumb dip into the pit of his navel, where she stopped, too afraid to go any further.
Struan was not satisfied. He took her hand and closed it over his erection, and her eyes widened as she felt skin as soft as velvet under her hand, sliding over something as hard as leather underneath. She looked down and gave a small gasp at the size of it, wondering how her body was supposed to accommodate this huge piece of flesh.
“Do not worry, Gavina,” he whispered. “Nature has fashioned us to complete each other. This may be a little painful for you at first, but I will try to be as gentle as possible. Do you trust me?”
Gavina looked up into his deep brown eyes. “I do,” she whispered, and suddenly she was not afraid anymore. Struan was her home and her shelter from the storm. How could she be frightened of anything ever again?
Struan eased the last piece of her clothing over her shoulders until the whole of her body was revealed to him, and they stood admiring each other for a moment before Struan crushed Gavina into his arms.
“I had no idea how lovely you were,” he whispered as he laid her down on the silk-covered bed. He gazed down at the creamy globes of her breasts with their rose-pink peaks, which seemed to be begging for his attention. He kissed her from her neck to the swell of her breasts before taking each nipple in his mouth in turn to pay it homage by licking, sucking, and kissing it until Gavina was writhing with delight. Then he moved back to her lips and began his sensual journey ever downward once more.
“Glorious,” he whispered. “You taste divine, my wife.”
“And I had no idea how manly ye were,” she replied, once more looking down at his long shaft, but a second later, she forgot everything else as a wonderful new sensation began to assail her.
Gavina thrust her hips upward involuntarily and moaned as his hand cupped the mound of her sex, then she gave a squeal of surprise as his thumb found a part of her she had hardly known existed. How was it that she had never experienced this feeling before? The pleasure that he was giving her by massaging the little nub of flesh under his thumb was like nothing she had ever experienced before. She had to be dreaming.
Watching her face, Struan felt a mixture of love, gratitude, and pride. Love because she was Gavina, gratitude because she was his, and pride because he could see how much pleasure he was giving her. He swept his tongue up and down her soft wet folds a few times, then plunged it inside her and thrust it in and out for a few moments. Then he replaced it with first one, then two of his fingers, pushing them in and out to stretch her a little until Gavina was screaming with delight.
“Good?” he asked huskily.
She nodded frantically, almost unable to speak. She wanted something, but she had no idea what. “Struan, please?” she breathed, her bright eyes shining with tears. The love inside her was so overwhelming that she could hardly contain it. She had been waiting for this moment for so long that she could not wait a second longer.
“Oh, my Gavina,” he whispered. “Is this what you want?” He positioned himself at her entrance and gently nudged inside her, inch by inch, until he met resistance. He looked into her eyes questioningly.
“Yes,” Gavina whispered. “Yes, go on, Struan.”
He looked into her pleading eyes, smiled at her, then with one sudden thrust, he broke the barrier of her virginity. He felt her stiffen and cling to him for a moment, moaning a little with pain, then she pushed upward against him, and they began to move against each other in a rhythm as old as time itself.
Gavina held his gaze as Struan took her to a place she had never dreamed of before, as she felt herself climbing upward and ever upward, closer and closer to the peak of an unseen, unreachable mountain. She was almost there…then Struan thrust into her one last time, and she threw back her head and screamed as a blast of ecstasy shook her, and her whole world exploded into stars.
A moment later, she felt him shuddering against her and watched his face as he closed his eyes tightly and moaned with pleasure. When he opened them again, they looked straight into hers, and he smiled in wonder. “I have never felt like that before,” he whispered.
“What did ye dae tae me?” she asked in disbelief as she kissed him softly. “I never knew such a feelin’ was possible.”
“I told you that Mother Nature knew what she was doing when she made us,” he laughed. “If she had intended the creation of children to be tedious, she would never have made us long for each other so much. Gavina, you know there have been other women before you, but no one has ever made me feel that way before. I think it is because I love you.”
“I love you too, my husband,” Gavina laughed. “I like sayin’ that. Thank ye for makin’ me feel this way, Struan. Ye took me tae heaven.” Once again, she nestled into the shelter between his chin and chest. It was her favorite place in the whole world.
“You took me there too, love,” he said tenderly as he pushed some of her hair back from her face and kissed her again. “But now I am afraid we must go and break the news to our friends that there will be no wedding.”
Gavina felt herself blushing fiercely. “Oh God, Struan. We will no’ be very popular!”
