Page 31 of The Shadow of a Laird
He stared at her for a moment, then shook his head. “But Maura, I am marrying someone else, and you will too, one day,” he pointed out. “You want to be untouched on your wedding night, do you not?”
“Men never are,” Maura replied shortly. “Why must women be? This will be our only night together, Gavin. I want tae remember what it feels like tae be wi’ you. Dae ye not want me?”
Gavin’s heart skipped a beat. She was right; this would likely be the only time they would be able to share their bodies, and their love—if Maura loved him. Yet whether she did or not, he was aching for her; he simply could not resist her any longer.
“Maura,” he whispered, pulling her closer.
For a fleeting second she hesitated, not quite knowing what to expect, then she cupped his face with her hands and surrendered to him. As his mouth moved gently on hers and his tongue began to slide around the sensitive inner edges of her lips, she gave herself up to it.
Gavin made an involuntary sound in his throat as his arms tightened around her. He pulled her closer still till she could feel the ridge of his arousal pressing against her.
Maura had been apprehensive before, but no longer. It was beautiful to breathe in the musky smell of a man’s body and feel the rasp of his unshaven face against hers. He broke the kiss and looked down at her, frowning slightly.
Maura was reacting the same way. She was in the middle of what felt like a pool of moisture and imagining how it would feel to be made love by someone so gentle, yet so strong.
Gavin’s green eyes were dark with desire before he bent his head to kiss her very softly, running the tip of his tongue around the inside of her lips. His touch was firm but gentle, and he spread his hands over her everywhere, her throat, her breasts, her stomach.
He paused to rip his clothes off and helped Maura do the same, but he was too desperate to possess her to even pause to admire her body.
He followed his hands with his lips, and stopped to suckle her breasts, first one, then the other, teasing her nipples with his tongue, scraping them gently with his teeth until she was gasping and writhing under the sweet torture. He kissed his way down to her navel, pausing to circle it with his tongue, and Maura giggled at the ticklish sensation.
Gavin watched her face, smiled wickedly, then lowered his head even further down. She was shocked at what he did next, as he swept his tongue through her womanly folds, back and forth, over and over again. Then he found the sweetest, most sensitive spot on her body and began to work his magic on it with his teeth and tongue until she was writhing and moaning with pleasure. She had never felt anything so wonderful.
Maura arched her hips up from the bed involuntarily, almost unable to cope with the thrilling sensations that were coursing through her. She plunged her fingers into the thick mass of his hair, desperate for something to hold on to.
Gavin looked up, watching Maura’s face. It looked agonised, but he knew it was because the pleasure he was inflicting on her was almost too much for her to bear, and he felt a soaring sense of pride.
“Would you like me to stop?” he asked mischievously.
Maura’s eyes flew open. “No,” she cried. “No.”
“Good,” he said, satisfied. “You taste so sweet, Maura, just the way I imagined. You were made for me.”
She caught her breath, mesmerised by his dark grey-green eyes, and gave a soft moan as she felt him thrusting two fingers inside her. Then he pushed in and pulled out, all the while teasing her sweetest spot with his thumb till she screamed with delight.
Maura threw her head back and clung to him, unsure of how much more pleasure she could bear.
Gavin loved that he could make her feel this way. He felt strong and dominant. He knew that at this moment Maura was utterly under his control and he would do anything she wanted to please her. Yet, he would never forgive himself if he hurt her in any way because now he was her slave, and that was the way he wanted it.
Maura loved the feeling of being small and feminine, the opposite of his strong masculinity. In a strange way, she enjoyed being submissive because she sensed that Gavin’s strength lay not in domination, but in protectiveness. She had always found it hard to trust, but now she knew that not only did she have faith in Gavin, but because she loved him, she was happy to surrender.
His fingers were still working their magic, but it was not enough. Presently, he moved up her body to kiss her lips, and she tasted herself on his mouth as his tongue tangled with hers. This time it was hungrier, fiercer. Maura wanted him togo further, wanted him inside her, thrusting, his body chafing against hers, breast against chest.
She needed him so badly. When the kiss was over, she laid her face against his chest and heard the steady thumping of his heart. It was fast and hard, and suddenly, she knew she could not hold back any longer—she needed him desperately.
“Please, Gavin,” she begged.
“Please what?” he asked wickedly, holding her chin so she was facing him. He wanted her to beg him for satisfaction.
She took his right hand and closed it around her breast. He shut his eyes for a second as if in relief, then he squeezed it gently, and she heard his breathing thicken.
Maura took his shaft in her hand and placed it against her entrance, then wrapped her legs around his hips. The movement forced him inside her, and she heard him give an almost animal growl of pleasure.
She felt a lightning bolt of pain as he took her maidenhead and cried out, making him stop immediately.
“Maura, I’m sorry,” he said desperately. “I hurt you.”
“I was told it always hurts the first time,” she whispered, kissing him softly. “Dinnae stop, Gavin. Make me yours.”
