Page 123 of Taming the Highland Misfits
Alex did so, but it was a tender, chaste kiss. However, his eyes promised a much more passionate one later.
They came out of the chapel to a great, raucous cheer. Every one of Laird Murdaugh’s tenants and the entire staff of Kilkenrigg had been treated to a feast in the courtyard. There were two pigs roasting on spits over the fire with an assortment of local delicacies and the kind of meat, cheese and sweetmeats the locals rarely saw, as well as French wine, which most of them had never tasted before.
The smell of roasting meat and the generally festive atmosphere as the newlyweds circulated amongst their guests made both Freya and Alex feel warm and happy inside, but as they celebrated with their own families inside both were feeling impatient to be alone.
Presently Laird Murdaugh spoke up. “This marriage is not just a marriage of two people,” he remarked, looking at Laird MacNeill, “it is a merging of two families into one, and we will both be stronger for it.”
“Indeed,” the other man agreed. “Let us drink a toast to that. To the Murdaughs and the MacNeills! Sláinte Mhath!”
“Sláinte Mhath!” came the enthusiastic chorus.
A few moments later, Lady Margaret MacNeill spoke up. This was highly unusual, since she was usually content to sit and listen rather than speak. She looked at Freya and Alex, smiling. “You two look very tired,” she said with a wicked glint in her blue eyes. “Is it not time you were in bed?”
Freya and Alex exchanged glances, and Freya blushed. The whole company knew exactly what she meant. They stood up and wished everyone goodnight, even though it was still only early evening, and as soon as the door had closed behind them, Alex swept Freya up in his arms. She squealed in surprise then giggled as he ran upstairs to their bedroom, pausing outside the door so that she could open it.
As soon as they were inside, he set her down on her feet and looked deeply into her eyes, then he smiled tenderly. “I have been waiting for this moment for years and years, sweetheart,” he murmured.
Freya made no answer but gave him a loving smile before she pulled him over to lie beside her on the bed. “No more talking,” she whispered.
He kissed her then, softly and tenderly at first, then with more and more passion as her nearness fired the urgent need inside him. His shaft hardened as he pushed Freya’s skirt up to her waist, feeling the soft skin of her inside thigh against the roughness of his palms.
He moaned with need as his fingers found the wet warmth at her very centre and the tiny hard nub that was the source of all her desire. When his fingers pressed against it, her cry of delighted shock almost undid him. He was desperate, yet the fulfilment of Freya’s need came first. He buried his face in the valley between her breasts for a moment then kissed his way up to her lips. “What do you need, Mistress MacNeill?” he asked huskily.
It was the first time Freya had heard her new name and it sent a surge of desire through her. She was not yet Alex’s wife, but she desperately wanted to be. “I need you inside me right now, husband,” she answered, her voice rough with the need of him.
“Then why are you still wearing this?” Alex helped her to stand up and undressed her as carefully as he would have done if she had been a precious gift, then drew in a ragged breath as he let the dress slip down her legs to fall at her feet. She was perfect, from the creamy globes of her breasts to the sensual curve of her hips and the tiny thatch of reddish hair between her thighs. He felt himself harden almost painfully as he gazed at her lustfully.
“You have no idea how long I have dreamed of this moment,” he murmured. “I knew you would be lovely, but nothing like this, Freya.”
“I think I have.” Freya’s voice was trembling with desire as she spoke. She pulled at his jacket. “I want to see you now. You will be the first naked man I have ever seen.”
“And the last, I hope.” He was tearing his clothes off as if they were burning him as he spoke, and in a moment, he stood naked in front of her. “Well?” he asked, smiling at her wickedly.
Freya was amazed. He was so different to her that she found it hard to believe they were the same kind of creature. Where she was round and soft, he was angular and bony, and where his muscles bulged under his skin, hers were nowhere to be seen. He was hairy where she was not, and her generous round breasts contrasted with his broad flat chest. Her legs were long and shapely, while his were powerfully muscular. Added to that were his broad shoulders and square jaw, and Freya thought she was looking at the perfect man.
The last place she looked at was the part of him that really made him a man. His erection jutted towards her like a weapon, and although the sight of it aroused her almost beyond bearing, she could not imagine how she could accommodate him.
Seeing her discomfort, Alex came and lifted her onto the bed again, saying gently, “Do not worry, my sweetheart. I promise I will take care of you, and do not fear. Men and women have been loving each other this way since the beginning of time.”
Alex lay down beside Freya on the bed and did nothing but look at her for a moment. His eyes roved over every inch of her before he began to kiss her again, this time from her lips, to her neck, and all the way down to her breast. When he began to suckle on her hard nipple while teasing the other with his thumb, she let out a squeal of delight.
He switched sides, and she pushed her hands into his hair, loving the feel of its silkiness between her fingers. She could not seem to keep her body still, but writhed and twisted under his hands as the most delicious sensations shot from her sensitive nipples straight to her hot, wet centre. It was heavenly. She had felt something like this before when he was touching her but she had never imagined anything like this!
Alex moved his lips from her breasts to pepper little kisses all the way down to her navel, then swirled his tongue tip around it, making Freya laugh at the delightful ticklish sensation. He paused and raised his head to look into her eyes.
“Are you well, my love?” he asked with a wicked grin.
“Oh, yes,” Freya breathed. “Please don’t stop, Alex.” She managed to speak, but only just.
Obeying her command, he moved downward to slip his forefinger inside her, while he nibbled and licked her clitoris with his tongue and teeth.
The sensation was almost unbearably wonderful, and Freya’s hips bucked off the bed without her volition as she screamed in bliss.
Alex was burning with both desire and pride that he was giving so much pleasure to the woman he loved. To see her expression of delighted bewilderment gave him almost as much satisfaction as touching her gorgeous, pliant body. Even though they had kissed and fondled a little before, Freya had obviously never experienced this feeling, and she could not quite understand what was happening to her. Alex moved to kiss his way back to her breasts again, and she gave a little moan of pleasure.
He kissed her lips again, then looked into her silver eyes that were now dark with desire. He did not want to wait any longer, but he had to make things perfect for her. This was her night, her first experience, and he wanted it to be the most memorable.
“Do not keep me waiting,” she whispered. Her whole body was trembling, and she felt as though she might explode if she had to wait for him for another moment.
