Page 49 of To Wed a Laird
The wedding feast was incredibly lavish, and Rose was delighted, but not surprised, to see that pride of place on the table were a few large haggises. She looked up at Cormac, laughing, then said, “You know me so well, My Laird!”
Cormac smiled at her fondly, then raised his eyebrows and said suggestively, “I know just what you like, My Lady!” Rose was not blind to his less-than-subtle insinuation, and laughed.
The evening wore on, and they obliged their guests by dancing to the music, talking to their guests and eating the delicious food that the cook had prepared for them.
They were just about to sneak away to their room when Elspeth rushed over to them.
Elspeth took Rose’s hand and looked up at her adoringly. “Are you my new Mammy now?” she asked.
“Only if you want me to be,” Rose replied, her voice gentle as she kissed the top of Elspeth’s head.
“I want that very much, Mammy,” Elspeth replied.
“That makes me very happy,” Rose said, smiling fondly at her new daughter.
“Now, Elspeth,” Nell said as she came up behind them, “I think there is a bit o’ that weddin’ cake wi’ your name on it!” She took the little girl’s hand, then led her back into the Great Hall.
A number of loud, suggestive comments followed them as they passed through the door, then Rose breathed, “At last!”
She had no time to say more, since Cormac suddenly swept her off her feet and marched her upstairs and along the corridor to the chamber which they were to share for the rest of their lives.
After Rose had opened the door, Cormac carried her over to the bed and set her down on her feet beside it, then kissed her for the first time as his wife.
“I have dreamed of this moment,” he murmured, looking down into her hypnotic eyes.
“I have too,” Rose whispered as she began to undress him until she had bared his magnificent chest, which she kissed all over until he drew in a tortured breath.
“Enough,” Cormac said in a tone of mock sternness. He turned her around, then began to undo the buttons at the back of her dress, kissing his way down her spine as he did so.
Rose moaned as the gentle pressure of his lips teased her with a soft, ticklish pleasure, and she sighed with delight. She felt her dress drop from her shoulders, quickly followed by the rest of her clothing, then she whipped the belt from Cormac’s kilt.
She looked down to see that his erection had sprung out to greet her, and swiftly clasped her hand around it, causing him to gasp in pleasure and surprise.
Rose looked up at Cormac with a wicked gleam in her eyes, then, to his shock, she took him in her mouth and began to suck, swirl her tongue around him, and gently scrape him with her teeth.
“Rose…” Her name was a drawn out moan as he plunged his hands into the thick chestnut mass of her hair and arched his neck back, almost undone by the intensity of the pleasure she was giving him.
“Stop, Rose, please,” he begged.
“Am I hurting you?” she asked fearfully, drawing back from him.
Cormac pulled her to her feet, smiling. “No, but I want to be able to satisfy you, and I will not be able to if you keep doing that.”
He pulled her tightly against him, then laid her on the bed, and for a moment did nothing but look at her, his hungry gaze travelling all over her body.
“Well, My Lady MacTavish,” he said wickedly. “It is time we became truly man and wife.”
Then he bent down to suckle her breasts again, and it was Rose’s turn to writhe as he inflicted sweet torture upon her, leaving nothing out. No part of her body escaped his attention.
Cormac kissed his way down to her sensitive bud, then separated her thighs with his thumbs to give himself more room to pleasure her. He gave her the same treatment she had given him, using his tongue and teeth to tease her almost to the point of no return.
Rose cried out as the pleasure inside her built, but just as she was about to reach her peak, Cormac withdrew and bent to bestow a passionate kiss on her lips.
“I am so glad you came into my life,” he whispered.
Rose looked into the face that had come to mean so much to her, and her eyes filled with tears of happiness. “Make me your wife, Cormac,” she said huskily.
Cormac kissed her once more, then she felt him surge into her, and she cried out his name as she raised her hips to meet every thrust of his body. It was glorious, and as Cormac’s thrusts became harder and faster, the pressure inside her grew, and Rose felt herself rising to meet the peak of bliss she knew awaited her.
