Page 77 of Taken By the Ruthless Highlander
“Ryd—My Laird, please,” Morgana cried as she reached for him. The pink hue on her cheeks darkened to match the nub between her legs. “I cannae handle more.”
“Oh, but ye can,” Ryder purred, his teeth grazing her earlobe. “I promise ye can. Just a wee bit longer, and I promise ye’ll never disobey me again.”
“If this is the price I have to pay,” Morgana panted.
“Oh nay, this isnae yer punishment for lyin’ to me,” Ryder said darkly. “But if ye dinnae be quiet, I promise ye worse things to come.”
Morgana threw her head back and let out aloudmoan.
Ryder’s fingers slipped out of her as he darted to the counter, looking for something to muffle her sounds with. The last thing he wanted was for the whole castle to come down and watch him take his wife on the very table used to cook the meals.
“Make me,” Morgana challenged, the second his fingers curled around a towel.
Without hesitation, he shoved the towel into her mouth, muffling her obscene moans.
Morgana yelped in shock, her eyes widening. Ryder’s lips curled into a wicked grin as he clasped her hands in one of his, lest she try to take the towel out.
“I dinnae think so,” he drawled. He moved around the table to position himself between her legs once again. “I’ve warned ye too many times, lass.”
He pinned her hands above her head, causing her breasts to squeeze tightly together despite being free from their hellish cage.
Corsets had always grated on Ryder’s nerves, like something put in place just to get in the way. They were bothersome and cumbersome in every regard.
With his free hand, he unbuckled his belt and let his kilt, sporran, and dirk drop to his ankles. He grabbed his cock and stroked it to relieve some of the pressure that had built up. It was the rocking of Morgana’s hips that taunted him the most.
He paused, before pushing the head of his cock through her slit. Morgana’s eyes widened.
“I promised ye,” Ryder murmured as he rubbed the head over the tender nub hidden from all the world. “This wasnae for yer pleasure.”
He pushed into her without warning, her snug warmth calling to him like a siren.
Utter bliss engulfed him. He closed his eyes. The world could have been set on fire and he wouldn’t have cared. He had found his heaven, his serenity, and her name was Morgana.
Opening his eyes, he started to move his hips. Slow and steady at first, allowing him to savor every inch of her. The way she molded to him, squeezing his manhood gently, only made him want to thrust deeper into her. He wanted to explore every inch of her that held secrets she dared not whisper in the light.
Against the cloth, she cried out her pleasure. The muffled melody was like kindling to his desires. When he moved, she moved in wild bursts of need and want. His nails dug into the wooden surface beneath her as he rammed into her, pushing her even further down the table.
Frustrated that she had tried to get away, he curled his fingers over her shoulders and pulled her back to him. Her jaw went slack as he thrust into her deeper. The cloth fell from her open mouth, releasing her whimpers and moans.
“Ryder!” Morgana cried as she threw her arms around his neck and pulled him closer to her.
Her legs locked around his buttocks like pythons, urging him deeper. And he obeyed. If she wanted harder, he’d give her harder until her silhouette was carved into the table.
Her lips parted on a gasp as her legs trembled around him. A warmth oozed out of her and seeped into him, threatening to milk his seed.
The urge was overwhelming. How easy it would be to just stay inside her and ride out his release. Ryder was on the verge, but even so, he couldn’t remain in her.
Just before he climaxed, he pulled out of her, leaving her whimpering as he turned around.
“Ryder? Are ye… Is everythin’ all right?” Morgana asked, her voice barely above a whisper, as he spilled his seed over the hot embers of the fire.
His knees buckled, and he braced a hand against the wall to steady himself. A weak chuckle escaped his lips as he glanced over his shoulder to find Morgana sitting up. She was blissfully disheveled, with her hair sticking out every which way. Her poor dress had certainly seen better days.
Guilt pinched him in the side but left just as swiftly as it had come. He didn’t care that she would have to walk through the castle looking absolutely ravished. Who cared who saw her? If any rumors sprang up because of this, he’d be the first to squash them.
“Are ye all right?” he asked as he moved to gather his things from the floor.
Morgana nodded her head with a sheepish grin. “Aye, I think so.”
