Page 37 of Scot of Desire
“Say it.” His voice was so deep, it was unrecognizable. She planted her hands on either side of his face, pulling him down toward her for a kiss. Their tongues tangled together, as he took hold of one of her knees and raised it high over his hip. She pulled back an inch.
“Please,” she begged. “Don’t hold back anymore. Take me.”
These words seemed to break him. He moved toward her, his kiss softer this time than before. It was so sensitive, so tender, that her hands grew soft on his back, her fingers trailing up and down his bare skin.
She felt his length nudge her entrance, his hardness stretching her. She inhaled sharply, feeling the pleasure grow, then he entered her hard. The sudden pain made her pull back from their kiss, her fingers digging hard into his back. He moaned suddenly, a look of pure pleasure on his face at both the sensation and what she had done to hold onto him.
“I’m sorry,” he whispered, kissing up and down her neck. “When it passes… it will never hurt again.” He gently rocked into her. As quickly as it had come, the pain faded. In its place, this simmering warmth had started in Ilyssa’s gut.
“Please… faster,” she begged, needing more from him.
He smiled above her, planting one hand firmly into the ground beside her head and rocking into her. He moved faster now, harder too. Intoxicated by the sight of what he was doing to her and the feeling, she watched him, her hands planted to his muscled stomach as he moved the two of them together.
“How long have ye wanted this. How long?” he asked between his growling breath. “Say it, Ilyssa.”
“God kens,” she said between her gasps. “Too long.” Though she had only just realized it. “It was always ye, Bran. Always ye.”
He bent down, kissing her, planting their lips together.
He moved then suddenly, pulling out of her. She whimpered, desperate for his touch again.
“Dinnae stop, Bran,” she begged.
“Trust me. I am nae going tae stop. Want tae try something else?” he whispered. He sent such heat through her body that she could not speak. She just nodded instead. He smiled in the most deliciously seductive way, then he took hold of her knee and angled her body around.
Amazed, she fell on her side, looking up at him as he moved both of her legs to hook over one of his hips. He now had sight of her rear and her bare breasts at the same time. He bent down, takingone of her areoles in her mouth and sucking hard. She gasped, arching her back at the sudden thrill that shot through her body. As a rush of wetness escaped her body, he entered her again at this new angle, somehow managing to reach even deeper inside of her than before.
She gripped both him and the hearth rug as hard as she could, basking in the feelings that were cascading over her body.
“I have wanted ye fer years,” he murmured against her skin, kissing up the side of her body and to her neck. “Wanted this. Nay other man can touch ye, Ilyssa. Nay man.” His possessiveness was somehow even more thrilling than she ever could have expected. He kissed her neck, biting down playfully.
With that touch, it drove her over the edge. Her body experienced a wave of pleasure that was both sudden and alarming in its power. She could not stay still and thrashed her head from side to side, both hands shooting to take hold of his firm biceps as he rocked into her, throughout her high.
She had heard whispers before about how pleasure between a man and a woman could climax into something overwhelming, but she had not expected it to be as powerful as that. Her whole body trembled as her body tightened around his length, basking in the feeling of his hardness and the way that he wanted her.
“Bran.” His name was constantly on her lips as she came down from his high. He continued to rock the two of them together, then suddenly pulled out.
She looked down, watching as he took hold of his length and pumped just once. His length spilled onto the rug between them. Amazed at the sight, she watched with parted lips.
He wanted me this badly. This much!
She moved her hand over his, finishing for him, feeling his hardness between her fingers as he gazed at her, his cheeks reddened from what they had done.
Then it was over. They were both panting, staring at one another now their need was filled. Ilyssa was the first to break the silence, laughing in the most thrilled way. He laughed too, bending down and kissing her. Their sounds became mingled with their kisses, as their bodies molded together on the rug. She could feel his length and the mess they had made together. It was all the more arousing again, knowing what they had done and how much they had been unable to resist one another.
“I cannae marry him,” she whispered, indulging in the feeling as Bran kissed down her neck and toward her breasts again. “How can I dae it when I love ye this much, Bran?” The words were out of her mouth without thinking. Bran halted, his lips on her breast, then he suddenly raised, his eyes level with hers.
“I love ye too.”
Her chest heaved up and down. If she’d had the energy, she would have made love to him again just hearing these words.
They kissed with fresh fierceness, their hands all over one another in the attempt to be close. Her fingers gripped his back, her legs hooked around his hips, as he held tightly onto her waist with one hand, his other tangled in her hair.
“I willnae let him marry ye,” he said in hear ear. “I promise ye that. Ye dinnae ken how long I have loved ye, Ilyssa.”
“How long?” she whispered.
“Since we were young. It took me until now tae truly understand it, but I have always felt differently about ye.”
