Page 39 of Once Upon A Haunted Castle
Beiste disrobed her slowly, kissing every inch of her skin, memorizing every plane, and then rising to touch his lips to hers. She removed his clothing, studying the hard ridges and dips of his contoured body, running her hands over the scars he’d received in battles past.
“Saints, my love, but ye are beautiful,” he murmured, running his hands over the outline of her naked form.
“And so are ye.”
“I’ve never been called such before.”
“They are all fools who dinna see it.” She reached for him, relishing the weighty feel of his body against hers, pressing her firmly into the mattress, all hard lines against her softer flesh.
“Perhaps we should wait,” Beiste said, sliding kisses over her shoulders and down to the valley between her breasts.
Elle sucked in a ragged breath, her body on fire, her mind whirling. “Perhaps. But why wait for our future when we can seize it right now?”
The man she loved gazed deeply into her eyes. “Och, love, ye have stolen my heart.”
She smiled, reached up to graze her fingertips over his stubbled cheeks. “And ye have stolen mine.”
Beiste kissed her then, making her heart soar, her blood pummel with excitement through her veins. Every inch of her reached out to him, tugging him closer. She clung to his back, his muscles thick and rippling beneath her fingertips. She wrapped her legs around his hips, feeling the hardness of his arousal press against the apex of her thighs. Frissons of startling pleasure coursed through her at the contact. Love so deep and swirling consumed her. Ignited her passion.
Elle wanted more. All of him.
Beiste ran his hands over her abdomen and down to her mound, sliding between the slickened folds. “Ye’re ready for me, love.”
“Aye, please, dinna make me wait.”
“ButIam not ready forye,” he teased.
She frowned, feeling the very rigid, hard shaft. “How?”
“I want to see ye find pleasure first. I want totasteevery inch of ye.”
“What?” This had her confused.
And then he kissed his way down her body, his shoulders pushing her thighs wide, his hands pressing to her inner thighs, exposing her sex more to his view.
“Beiste…” she said uneasily.
“This, my love. This.” He flicked his tongue over her core and Elle’s head fell back, a moan rushing from her throat. “This is what I want.”
“Aye, that…”
He made love to her with his mouth, sending her mind and body into a tailspin of pleasure. She soared, riding higher and higher with every kiss, lick and nuzzle. Until she felt herself shatter through and through, crying out with the intensity of the sensations racking her.
Beiste smiled, looming over her, pressing his length once more against her. He surged forward, breaking the barrier of her maidenhead. There was a pinch of pain, but she hardly felt it, her mind still reeling from what he’d done with his tongue.
Before she could even grasp the pure delight of their union, he was moving within her. Kissing her neck, her lips. Stroking her hair. Telling her just how beautiful she was and that he could not live without her. That she’d changed him. Saved him. Taken away the darkness.
Elle clung to him, told him how much of a gift he was to her. That she’d not thought love was possible, only to finally find him. That he completed her. Made her look forward to each day and every new adventure.
And she meant it. She was going to cherish each and every day she had with him. Every moment of this life. Because her memories, her time with him, would help to get her through an eternity of walking the earth.
“I love ye, Beiste,” she whispered against his ear, growing bold, and tickling his earlobe with her tongue.
He growled in response, scraping his teeth along her neck providing her with a wicked shiver. “I love ye, too, lass.”
“Now and forever.”
“Always.”
And then the time for talking was over, as they melted into one another and the pleasure of their bodies, their love, of this moment lead toward the next.
A life away from shadow. A strength to take on their enemies. A will to live life to the fullest. A love that would last an eternity.
The End
