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Kathleen knew she wouldn’t last. All it took for her to come apart were a few more thrusts of Blaine’s fingers as they reached deep inside her, massaging a spot that had starsexploding behind her eyelids. She didn’t even notice she had closed her eyes so firmly, the pleasure overwhelming as it crashed over her.
As always, Blaine worked her through the aftershocks, his movements never ceasing until Kathleen collapsed in the tub, all the energy leaving her body. She hummed contentedly as she sank into the water all the way up to her lips, pleased by the warmth that surrounded her.
After a while of sitting there, basking in the afterglow, she opened her eyes once more and Blaine pulled her into a kiss. Though she would have been perfectly content to curl up in his arms and sleep, she wanted to make sure he, too, was satisfied.
“Take me tae bed,” Kathleen said as she stood from the tub. She let Blaine help her out of the water, his hand firm around her waist, and let him drag her to her bed even as she dripped water all over the floor.
She didn’t bother drying up after her bath. She only let Blaine lay her down on the mattress, watching hungrily as he shed his clothes in a hurry so he could drape himself over her once more. After the warmth of the water, the chill of the room felt more pronounced, Kathleen’s skin erupting into goosebumps, but the heat of Blaine’s body countered that immediately, his hands like a branding iron where he was holding onto her hips.
Despite the two of them grabbing feverishly for each other, their hands pawing at each other’s shoulders, hips, thighs, when Blaine kissed her, the kiss was slow and tender. It was always like this with him—never before had Kathleen met a man who looked so rough and yet acted so gently with her.
“Come,” Blaine said softly as he rolled over onto his back on the mattress and pulled Kathleen on top of him. She settled on his lap, a soft exhale escaping her when she felt his hardened manhood against her. “Take what ye want.”
Kathleen’s gaze darkened as she looked down at Blaine, heat coiling deep in her stomach. Together, they reached for his length, which twitched in Kathleen’s grip as she guided him to her entrance. A twinge of nervousness shot through her; she had never done anything like this before and she couldn’t help but fear that her lack of experience would not only be obvious, but it would also hinder Blaine’s pleasure. But when she caught his gaze, when she saw the anticipation and the sheer want in his eyes, her fears began to dissipate until she convinced herself she could do it.
She had done harder things in the past; how difficult could this be?
Ever so slowly, she sank onto his length, stifling a moan at the now familiar feel of him inside her. His hands guided her, urging her to move her hips just the right way, and once he was fully sheathed within her, Kathleen took a moment to breathe, adjusting to the stretch.
Underneath her, Blaine already looked wrecked. His dark hair was ruffled, fanning out on the pillow around his face. His lips were bitten red, parting as his tongue darted out to lick at the bottom one. His eyes were open wide and so were his pupils, the black of them almost swallowing up all the green of his irises.
Kathleen began to move slowly, rocking her hips as she tried to find a rhythm that would satisfy them both. The flames of desire were reignited within her, that urgency to reach her peak once more growing with every roll of her pelvis. Each one had that sensitive spot pressing against Blaine’s body, the stimulation sending wave after wave of pleasure through her and coaxing more wetness from her core, so that the room was filled with the sounds of their coupling.
Blaine groaned in response, his hips snapping up and driving his length deeper inside her, the sudden rush of pleasure drawing a cry out of Kathleen.
“Dae ye feel how deep I am?” he asked as he dragged his hand down from her breast to her stomach, pressing lightly against it. “Tell me how it feels.”
Kathleen couldn’t help but whimper in embarrassment as she searched for words. “Good,” she gasped, nodding fervently. “So good, Blaine.”
Blaine’s hands found her hips again, his fingers closing tightly around them. Then, he planted his feet on the mattress and thrust up into her in a wild rhythm, burying himself as deep as he could inside her with each movement.
Kathleen held onto Blaine’s forearms to steady herself, helpless against the assault of pleasure. Her need swelled like the tide and soon pulled her under, pleasure exploding inside her as Blaine’s thrust hit just the right spot, sending her hurtling over the edge. She cried out his name, her walls pulsing around him as he chased his own completion, and when he finally reached it, Kathleen couldn’t help but shiver as he spilled inside her.
Exhausted, she fell on top of him, Blaine’s arms wrapping tightly around her waist as he tried to catch his breath. Kathleen felt the rapid rise and fall of his chest under her head, the wild beating of his heart. Her heart was racing just as much, thumping out beat after beat, but her body melted in Blaine’s embrace, the feeling of safety in his arms like nothing else she had ever experienced.
This time, Kathleen didn’t feel the need to fill the silence between them. She was simply content to lay there in his arms, listening to the soft rhythm of his breath. There were still a million questions coursing through her mind regarding the two of them—what they were, where the future would lead, if Blaine felt the same for her as she did for him. But in that moment, the need to hear the answers to those questions was not as pressing, not as demanding. They were with each other, and that was enough.
“Blaine?” she asked in a quiet voice.
Blaine let out a questioning hum, his finger tracing a pattern on her skin idly.
“I love ye,” she told him.
“I love ye too,mo ghraidh.”
And when sleep claimed her, it was a restful one, without dreams, without nightmares.
CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
“Kathleen?” a booming voice called from the other side of the door. “Kathleen? Are ye in there?”
Kathleen instantly recognized it. She had been hearing the very same voice all her life, and more often than not, it carried the same stern tone, the same urgency.
Faither?
She jumped out of bed but then froze, her heart leaping to her throat at the realization that her father was right there and there was nothing separating them but the door. Her stomach churned and her hands trembled. If he entered the room, if he saw Blaine there with her—she couldn’t imagine what would happen.
He’ll have me head.
