Page 64 of Captured By the Highland Devil
“Open for me, me sweet,” he murmured with a mellow baritone.
She held tight on him and parted her legs more. His grunt of satisfaction said that was exactly what he needed. And somehow, his fingers burrowed even deeper, for she now felt a pinch of pain mingling with the pleasure.
“Ah…that is it,” he praised. “How wet ye are getting’ for me, me sweet.”
“Ruben,” she gasped as his thumb glided over her nub of pleasure.
The friction had her arching her hips more into his caress. The quick, heated swipe across her folds ripped a wild cry from Paige as he repeated his wicked, wicked caress.
Her upper body came off the wall, only to have his hand flatten against her stomach, pressing her back as his lips landed on hers.
Her body tensed, drawn tight as the pleasure built inside her until it broke. Tremors of ecstasy coursed through her body, and she bit into her lip to stop the cries wanting to erupt from her.
She cried out and gripped his hair as everything seemed as if it was spiraling around her.
“Ye’re so beautiful and responsive,” he murmured, his dark eyes glittering with emotions she could not decipher.
“As if I can help it,” she whispered in a half groan. “Ruben, do ye ever think we’ll consummate our marriage? I have nay animosity to ye anymore. Is there somethin’ stoppin’ ye from following though? Is it… is it me?”
Ruben pulled his hands from her and gazed down at his fingers. “Was I too rough, lass?”
“Nay,” she said, frowning, “Why do ye ask that?”
His fingers were spotted with blood. “Because I think I just took yer maidenhead. I ken this should have been done in a bed the very night of our marriage but?—”
“Nay,” Paige stopped him, shaking her head vigorously. Reaching out, she grasped his arm. “Nay, ‘tis fine. Honestly, Ruben, I daenae mind. I’d prefer nay to feel any pain when we do…” her face warmed, “… couple.”
He wiped the blood on his pants and then looked at the sun dipped to the horizon, paining the sky a splash of vivid reds and oranges. “If ye were nae so tired and if the rains had nae swollen the lake so it broke its banks, I’d have taken us down to the loch for yer first swimmin’ lesson.”
She blinked. “I wasnae sure ye were going to follow through on that.”
Craning his head over his shoulder, Ruben said. “I never jest about things that can possibly save yer life. Ye will learn to swim here, lass.” His brows lowered in concern. “Are ye scared of water?”
“Nay,” she said, “I have just never considered that it was important. The only things I am scared of are caves and tight, dark places.”
“Good to ken.” Ruben said as they moved away from the little nook.
He placed the scarecrow and daggers back into the shed, locked it and then they made their way up across the back lands towards the castle.
“It’s been a while since we shared supper with yer maither and me faither,” Ruben said. “Would ye like to do so tonight?”
“I would,” she said, while slipping a worried eye to Ruben. “I want to go and see Norah as well. I feel horrible about what I did, and I need to apologize. I never wanted—I never anticipated that she would react that way and if I could go back and tell meself nae to do such a thing, I would.”
The words came out in a hurried jumble and Paige would have kept going but she had run out of breath. Ruben stopped walking and turned to her, his face now grim.
She sucked in a deep breath. “As much as a stranger I am to yer sister, I do care for her and I cannae imagine what horrors she’d been through. I never wanted to force her relive the pain she went?—”
“Lass—”
“—through, nor did I ever want her to be so?—”
“Lass—”
“—frantic that she would break down into a frenzy that could have broken her beyond all?—"
“Paige!” Ruben snapped firmly, cutting off her ramble. When she quieted, he reached out and dropped both hands on either shoulder. “I ken ye dinnae want to make her fret when ye spoke to her, and neither did ye want her to relive her pain. Ye are nae a malicious or a wicked person.”
“But—” she swallowed. “—I cannae help but feel like one.”
