Page 81 of The Thief
She gasped softly and grabbed his forearms for balance, his hands gently holding her face still. As he plundered her mouth with his own, she prayed that he would show her more of what they had experienced that night in her bedroom.
When he pressed her back onto the blanket, she went willingly, unable to pinpoint where this change had come from. Perhaps knowing that she loved him made her more than willing. Since they were to be married anyways…
She was drawn out of her thoughts by him kissing her and sighed with pleasure when he broke the kiss and pressed soft kisses to her cheek and neck, taking her earlobe into his mouth. He nipped her earlobe and she squealed softly, her hands clenching his arms tightly.
“Alastair,” she whispered, arching against him when he released her earlobe and pressed heated kisses down to her breasts, teasing the top of the pale globes revealed to him by her dress.
He lifted her off the blanket for a few short seconds, undoing her laces that held her dress in place. She sat there as her dress fell and revealed her breasts to him, covered only by the shift she wore underneath her dress. He pushed her dress to her waist and she pulled her arms out, drawing the shift down to her waist as well, baring her breasts fully to him.
They were perfect and he immediately pressed her back to the blanket, sucking the nipple of her left breast into his mouth. Scarlett moaned loudly and felt an instant embarrassment rise up.
Alastair pulled away from her breast, sensing that she had receded into her mind and was not focused on what they were doing. He was more than ready, but he was not going to do this if she had second thoughts.
“Scarlett?” he asked hoarsely, breaking into her thoughts.
She looked up at him now leaning over her half-naked body.
“Are you all right?”
“I’m fine.” She placed one hand behind his head and pulled him down to her, kissing him hot and hard. Alastair growled and broke the kiss, taking her right nipple into his mouth and suckling deeply on it. Scarlett gasped loudly and arched up against him.
While he teased her right breast, he adjusted his legs and rested them between hers. He pressed his erection to the soft spot between her legs, another small gasp escaping her lips. She released her legs and pressed her body further up against him. He groaned roughly and reached between them, tugging at her dress. He had to move his leg for a moment so that he could pull it up completely, bunching it up at her waist, the bottom now joining the top.
Slowly, Alastair slid his hand up her stockinged leg. The combination of her arousal and the touch of his hand on her stocking sent shivers up her spine. His hand crept up her thigh, the heat from her arousal reaching his hand. He almost crowed with happiness when his fingers reached her folds, her body already wet and ready for him.
He released her breast and gently probed her soft folds with his fingers, opening her for him. Slowly, he slipped one finger inside her, letting her body adjust to his presence inside her. She could already feel the sensations she felt the last time building up inside her, desperate for release.
Scarlett moved her hips on his finger and sighed as the digit slipped further into her body. When he moved a second finger inside her, she cooed softly, pleasure creeping further up. He thrust his finger inside her, once and then twice, starting a rhythm. When his thumb found her hard nub, she cried out, grabbing the blanket and bunching it in her hand.
He thrusted his fingers and teased her nub with his thumb, making her squirm as the intensity built. A cry came from her as she climaxed, her body clenching around his fingers as it pulsed with release.
He reached between them again and ripped open his trousers, releasing his member from its constraints. Still encased by pleasure from her climax, she barely noticed as he pressed the head of his erection inside of her, going slowly.
She stilled beneath him as he pressed forward, butting up against the proof of her virginity. He kissed her hard and thrust into her, breaking the last barrier that separated them. Scarlett winced and cried out, with Alastair leaning down and kissing the love tear that fell from her eye.
Alastair held as still as he could as her body adjusted to him fully inside her. After a few minutes passed, Scarlett moved her hips, slowly testing their new connection. When she moved, Alastair pulled almost out of her, a whimper pulled from her. He thrust back into her with vigor and she gave a satisfied sigh, encouraging him. As his rhythm built, so did her pleasure, the familiar heat building.
Alastair pulled her hips up and that made him go deeper, her climax building quickly. She cried out as he thrust deeply, her climax washing over her in intense waves, her body shaking around him. Alastair couldn’t keep her climax at bay any longer, letting go of his restraint and letting his climax hit.
It hit him hard, his body convulsing roughly as he spilled his seed inside her. He collapsed on top of her, their bodies covered in sweat from their exertions. A few moments later, he rolled off her onto the blanket, gathering her close to him. He chuckled when he knocked over a couple plates of food and sighed. He closed his eyes and fell into an easy sleep, satisfaction filling his heart.
Less than an hour later, Scarlett shook him awake.
“Alastair, wake up. It is getting too warm out here for us to linger any longer.”
He sat up and looked at her. She had already pulled her dress back up to cover her breasts, now needing it to be laced back up.
“Would you help me?” she asked, turning her back to him so he could help her.
He helped her get laced back up and adjusted his pants and her hair, gathering all of their picnic items into the small basket that had been left for them. Walking back to the boat, Alastair took her hand in his, walking hand in hand. When she didn’t pull away, he smiled.
They headed back to Elfyre Hollow in silence, both of them content to just be with one another. Once they arrived back at the castle, Alastair escorted her back to her room, telling her to get some rest.
He left her with a heated kiss that filled her with that familiar ache that did not go away until long after he was gone.
