Page 37 of Bound to a Highland Beast
“Stop,” she told him, pressing her lips against his to shush him. “I dinnae wish tae hear it. I ken… I ken what I’m riskin’. But it’s what I want.”
As she spoke, she decided it was time to be bolder if she truly wanted to convince Tiernan she wanted this. With a little hesitation, she shifted in his lap and grasped him over his tunic, feeling the hard length of his manhood in her hand. The effect was instantaneous; Tiernan gasped, hips rolling into her hand as he sought out more pleasure, and Isabeau, emboldened by his reaction, massaged him slowly, trying to figure out what felt best for him.
Even through his clothes, the weight of him in her hand was intoxicating, making her core pulse in anticipation. Though she had little idea what to expect, she knew one thing—just like every other time Tiernan had touched her, he would make sure that the pleasure was so intense, it would take her out of her own mind.
“I wish tae see ye,” Isabeau said, her voice dripping with honey as she arched a little against Tiernan, pressing the swell of herbreasts against him. Tiernan groaned in response, one hand closing over her breast as the other found her hand, pushing it firmly against his rigid length. “Can I? I’ve never… I’ve never seen a man afore. Please.”
That was what got Tiernan moving in the end, a broken moan escaping him. He seemed to like the thought that he was the first man to reveal himself to her, the first to touch her like this, the first to bring her pleasure. Pushing her gently off his lap, Tiernan stood from the bed and began to undress, revealing his body inch by inch as Isabeau laid back, holding herself up on her elbows as she watched him.
The more of himself he revealed, the more labored Isabeau’s breaths became, her gaze hungrily taking in everything. He was undeniably handsome, his muscles rippling under the skin with every movement. The silvery scars that ran all across his torso and shoulders and arms made him look as dangerous as he was appealing. Isabeau liked the rough, rugged look they gave him. She liked that even though he was dangerous, even though he could easily hurt her, she knew he never would.
And that he would give her anything. All she had to do was ask.
“Can I touch ye?” she asked, sitting on the edge of the bed, and instead of responding, Tiernan came to stand between her legs, taking her hands and placing them on his chest. Isabeau trailed her fingers over the swell of his muscles, dragging them slowly down his stomach until they came to the thatch of dark hair on his groin. Her gaze fell for the first time to his manhood and her breath caught in her throat as she observed the length. He waslarge even there, girthy and straining upwards, and when she finally touched his silky flesh, he twitched in her hand, moisture gathering at the tip.
“Ye’ll be the death o’ me,” Tiernan said as his hand closed around Isabeau’s shoulder, holding onto her as he gave a few shallow thrusts of his hips, bucking into her fist, his mouth falling open. It was the most arousing sight Isabeau had ever witnessed and she tightened her grip just so, moving her hand along to Tiernan’s rhythm, trying to draw more pleasure out of him.
Tiernan moaned, indulging in her touch for a few more moments before he pushed Isabeau down onto the mattress, crawling over her.
“Spread yer legs fer me,” he whispered in her ear and Isabeau did as she was told, letting him settle between her thighs. “Tell me if ye want me tae stop.”
“I dinnae,” she assured him, her arms coming up to wrap around his neck and hold him close, pulling him into a heated kiss. “Take me. Make me yers.”
Nodding frantically, Tiernan took himself in his hand and lined up his manhood with her entrance, slowly pushing inside. The first breach took Isabeau’s breath away, the stretch unfamiliar and a little uncomfortable but also strangely pleasurable. There was a slight sting, a pressure that verged on the edge of too much, and she winced for a moment, hoping the grimace would be imperceptible.
But it wasn’t. Immediately, Tiernan noticed and stopped, cupping her cheek as he gazed into her eyes. “Are ye alright? Daes it hurt?”
Isabeau shook her head. “Only a little,” she admitted. “But it’s… it’s good. Keep goin’.”
“If it hurts ye, it’s better tae stop,” he told her. “There are other ways fer me tae pleasure ye.”
“Nay,” Isabeau insisted as she wrapped her legs tightly around his waist to keep him close and inside her. The more they sat there like this, the more used to it she became, relaxing around him and letting the pleasure take over from the pain. “I promise, I’m alright. I dinnae want ye tae stop.”
For a moment, Tiernan seemed unconvinced, but then Isabeau rolled her hips, taking him ever so slightly deeper and his resolve crumbled.
“If it hurts, tell me,” he urged her, and Isabeau promised him with a nod.
Slowly, torturously so, Tiernan pushed himself deeper and deeper, sinking into her body all the way to the hilt, and once there, he paused, gyrating his hips in a way that pressed his groin against her mound, teasing her sensitive spot.
Then, he started to move, his fingers digging into her thighs as he took her slowly, each thrust deep, dragging his lengthagainst her walls. Isabeau had never felt pleasure like this before. She had never felt so close to someone as she did in that moment, staring into Tiernan’s blue eyes, sinking her fingers in his dark hair. Tiernan leaned into the touch and when he gave a particularly deep thrust, making her twitch around him and tug at the stands of hair between her fingers, he moaned with abandon, his hips picking up the pace.
He seemed to like that, Isabeau thought, and so she did it again, this time drawing a curse out of him, hips bucking to push himself impossibly deep inside her. And though Isabeau appreciated the care he was showing her, the slow thrust of his hips, she wanted more. So aroused was she, so wet with need that her entrance accommodated him with ease, dripping all around him.
“Harder,” she demanded, already feeling her pleasure building once again. “Ach! Tiernan, there, right there.”
The change of angle had forced his length to brush up against a spot inside her that drove her mad with lust. Upon seeing that, Tiernan got a single-minded focus, thrusting hard and fast into her as his hands closed tightly around her hips to keep her still, his touch bruising. Isabeau could do little other than lie there and take it, her body convulsing, her core building up with pressure until it was all too much to bear and her pleasure exploded all through her body as she finally reached her climax with a shout of his name.
She could feel her core pulsing around him, her walls clenching hard and sending wave after wave of aftershocks through her.For a few moments, she was far gone, her eyes shut tightly, nothing but darkness surrounding her. But when Tiernan leaned down for a kiss, tasting her mouth, she opened her eyes just in time to see him pull out and grip himself in his hand, giving his manhood a few frenzied pumps before he spilled all over her stomach and breasts.
The sight shocked her as much as it aroused her once more. She couldn’t get enough of him; even now, when she had just reached her climax, she knew she would be ready for another round soon.
But for now, she could only laugh as Tiernan collapsed next to her, he too laughing breathlessly. Isabeau curled up into him, letting him wrap an arm around her and pull her close, pressing a kiss to the top of her head.
“Sorry fer… all that,” he said, but Isabeau only shrugged a shoulder.
“It wasnae… bad,” she admitted, her cheeks flaming with embarrassment. The only thing that kept her from burying herself under the covers and never again emerging into the world was the fact that Tiernan, much to her surprise, seemed just as embarrassed as she was, his cheeks a bright red. “I dinnae mind.”
“Still,” Tiernan said, as his hand caressed her body, his fingers brushing over the curve of her hips. “I made a terrible mess. We should bathe.”
