Page 55 of Kilted Hate

“Yes,” she panted. “Yes, I did.”

“Dae ye still need the answer?”

As much as she writhed beneath his touch, and as much as this new, wonderful and amazing feeling rushed through her body, somehow, Katherine was able to realize in that second what he meant.

“No,” she gasped.

“Good,” he purred.

His tongue resumed its lashing of her nipple, and just as Katherine didn’t think the pleasure could get any more intense, Domhnall increased the pressure of his fingers, and moved them even faster.

“Oh, my God,” she groaned, her voice sounding as though someone else had spoken those words.

“Och, aye, me love. Now I have ye.”

Pressing her head back into the bed, her back arched, her body trembled, and teetering on the very age of something she could not verbalize, a sudden rush of pleasure flowered out from the middle of her thighs, down her legs, and continued over her entire body.

“Ah,” she cried, her body convulsing of its own accord.

It took a few more seconds for the sensation to dissipate, and only then, with her heart thumping in her chest, did she open her eyes.

Domhnall was gazing at her, his face a picture of delight and satisfaction.

“Ye drive me wild,” he said, pushing his arms into the bed and moving his lips back to hers.

Kissing her roughly, he looked down at her. “But I havenae finished with ye yet.”

Positioning himself between her legs, he looked down at her. “I’m going tae tak’ ye now. Ye’re innocent, Katherine, so this is going tae hurt ye a little.”

So lost in her reverie was she, that Katherine didn’t care. She just wanted him. She wanted him more now than she had ever wanted anything in her life, and, as she felt him slowly edge his way inside her, her head pressed against the pillow, aching for more.

Rocking back and forth, he filled her even more, and gripping his arms, she moved her hips in time with his.

“That’s it, Katherine. Och, God, aye,” he moaned. “Ye feel so good, so tight, and warm. I want tae lose mesel’ in ye.”

“Yes,” she cried. “I want that too.”

With his eyes like dark coals, he said, “Are ye ready, Katherine?” His body was trembling now. “I cannae hold back any longer.”

She nodded eagerly, and immediately, Domhnall thrust into her over and over again. A sharp pain made her gasp initially, but Katherine was so fixated on the pleasure that their lovemaking elicited, that the suffering faded away.

As Domhnall continued thrusting into her, she felt that same pleasure of moments before, only now, it was more intense than ever. The friction between them caused the intensity to build, and she could feel herself climbing once again. Feeling the need to hold onto something, her fingers grasped his arms, clinging onto him tightly.

“That’s it, Katherine,” Domhnall panted. “I want ye tae come. I want ye tae come with me.”

Where they were going, she had no idea, but then, nor did she care. Domhnall pushed into her, faster, and harder, grunting above her with the effort, while her whole body tensed beneath him.

“Oh, Domhnall,” she gasped. “I–I…”

“I can feel ye, Katherine. I can feel ye tightening around me. Oh, God,” he moaned loudly.

Katherine felt like she was on the edge and at the very peak yet again, of this glorious sensation. Writhing and thrusting and gripping onto Domhnall for dear life, the most pleasurable sensation exploded out of her.

“Oh, my god,” she screamed.

“Argh,” Domhnall roared at the exact same time.

Thrusting his head back, his body stilled, and then, a few seconds later, he let out a huge sigh as he gazed down at her with an adoration she had never experienced from any other.

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