Page 53 of A Wife for the Highland Wolf
Murdoch slowly kissed his way back to her breasts, bending to suckle the one he’d teased before, while he slid one finger inside her and stroked the inner folds of her sex before he caressed her pleasure center. Lydia gasped and writhed, her back arching as she pressed up into his touch, seeking more stimulation.
His fingers caressed her, sliding slowly and more deeply inside, seeking out the inner folds to her channel. Lydia gave herself over to the intense heat and pleasure that Murdoch’s touch invoked. She could feel the innermost core of herself spinning faster and faster as the intense pleasure built up inside of her..
Murdoch withdrew his hand and she whimpered at the sudden loss of her rapture.
Murdoch sat back and unwrapped his kilt to reveal his prominent arousal. His member was fully erect, hardened and ready. Murdoch shifted to kneel gently between her legs and envelop her.
“Ye’re so beautiful.” One hand braced him while his other caressed her face. “Are ye sure?”
“Aye.” Lydia smiled and shifted her hips, arching her back to press herself up against the tip of his stiffened shaft.
Murdoch made a guttural sound, his eyes flaring bright with desire. Desire for her. “I love ye, and how ready ye are for me.”
As he positioned himself Lydia vibrated with anticipation as the head of his member pushed apart the outer lips of her sex, then slid slowly inside.
Inch by inch, Murdoch glided into her. The pressure and heat against her innermost folds shot surges of intense pleasure through her. She felt herself being tightly stretched around his thickened member, the burn heightening her pleasure. Her body was sizzling and taut, encased in roaring waves of sensation with his every movement.
Lydia gasped as Murdoch encountered the fragile resistance of her maidenhead. He stooped and claimed her mouth in a fiercekiss as his free hand teased her nipple. The combined sensations rendered Lydia’s pain to a distant ache as he claimed her maidenhood, which faded as he slid deeper into her channel, his erection filling her completely as he pressed inside her.
Murdock was sheathed fully inside of her, his body locked to hers as they both breathed heavily. The sensation of him pressed so far inside of her that his ballocks brushed the cleft of her buttocks was extraordinary, but it was still not enough.
He shifted against Lydia, who gasped at the feeling of him moving within her. Murdoch grunted, pulled back and thrust deeply again.
Murdoch set a steady rhythm and Lydia responded, arching into his thrusts with every move, the two of them moving together in harmonious passion and pleasure.
The heat built around them, their bodies shining with perspiration as they made love in front of the fire. Their pleasure built higher and higher, coiling about her core as Lydia fused her body to Murdoch’s.
A raging tide of intense passion threatened to consume her. She felt as though she would explode into thousands of stars of pure ecstasy. Her entire being was focused solely on the strokes of Murdoch against her and within her.
His thrusts deepened and Lydia felt her insides coiling tighter, burning brighter. Murdoch dipped his head and kissed her intensely, his body tight against hers as he buried himself tothe hilt. Lydia felt herself dissolve into a wave of pleasure that crashed over her and swept her away. Her body shuddered, her inner walls convulsing around Murdoch’s shaft. She felt him convulse as well, his seed spurting deep into her body as he climaxed along with her.
The sensation sent a renewed wave of release through her and swept her away again in a surge of white heat that drove every thought from her mind.
The last thing she perceived before succumbing to the rapture of her release was Murdoch’s soft words. “I love ye, Lydia Knox.”
28
Lochlann Castle, Two Weeks Later
The gardens were a riot of colorful blooms and the weather was perfect, with not a cloud in the sky. As far as Murdoch was concerned there could be no better day to have a wedding.
Today he would marry Lydia Knox and officially make her Lydia Nairn, Lady of Clan Lochlann. Unlike his first wedding, which he’d approached with detachment and resignation, this event filled him with nothing but joy.
The garden was full of guests. His council was there, as were his two cousins and Finn, watched closely by Wilma. Hector was also nearby, having become as devoted to guarding the Lochlann heir as he was the woman who would soon be Finn’s mother.
Murdoch’s gaze skimmed across the rest of his guests, the men and women he’d only recently come to know; his soon-to-be kinfolk by marriage and his new allies.
He’d met Nora Barclay nee Knox and Isobel Rothach nee Knox, before, but it was only yesterday that he’d met Lydia’s third sister Emma, as well as the husbands of the three women.
Laird Hunter Murray was a quiet man, and he knew from his betrothed that Laird MacRoss preferred being outdoors. It was one of the reasons Lydia had wanted to have the ceremony in the garden if possible. Despite his taciturn nature he proved to be a well-spoken man.
Laird Leo Barclay was a stern man with a sharp, sarcastic tongue but an appealing sense of humor. He was very protective of his wife, but also courteous, when the situation demanded. His son was a quiet but cheerful youth.
Of all Lydia’s kinfolk, Leo had been the most understanding of Murdoch’s actions. –After first politely threatening to thrash Murdoch to a pulp if he harmed Lydia, Leo admitted that he’d also had a son by his first wife and had done some foolish things of his own with regard to Nora.
Then there was Alex Rothach, who was far too similar to his wife Isobel for Murdoch’s peace of mind. At their first meeting, Alex had punched him for upsetting Lydia and causing Isobel undue stress while she was heavy with child.
After the punch that left his gut aching and the rest of his guests staring with mingled apprehension and appreciation, Alex Rothach had opened their meeting with “So ye’re the unruly bastard who upset me wife dragged me sister-by-marriage into the problems of yer clan.”
