Page 47 of The Black Wolf's Captive

‘Ailsa, don’t be frightened of me,’ he breathed into her ear, his cheek pressed to hers, his arm snaked around her waist, strong as an iron bar. ‘Do you really want me to go?’

She squeezed her eyes tight together with the effort of doing the right thing, laying her head against the cold oak of the door to steady herself. Duncan swept her curtain of hair ever so gently over her shoulder and when he placed a warm kiss in the sweet spot where her neck met her shoulder her knees went soft under her.

‘No,’ she said in a small voice. ‘No I don’t want you to go.’

‘Good,’ he sighed, ‘for I don’t think I have the strength to leave you now even if you told me to.’ He continued to rain kisses down on her neck, warm pools of sensation blooming on her skin. ‘You look beautiful in that dress, now I’m afraid I must insist on taking it off you.’

He started to undo her bodice with amazing dexterity, slowly pulling the ties out by one, first one loop then another, on and on slowly until it loosened and he pushed the heavy fabric over her arms. It fell to the floor and her restraint along with it. She was giddy with anticipation now, feverish and breathless. Duncan lowered her shift from her shoulders, pulling it down so that she was naked from the waist up. He turned her to face him as his warm hand crept to the small of her back.

He looked so handsome and had a way of making her feel she was the most beautiful woman in the world. At that moment Ailsa was lost, there could only be surrender now. He could ask anything of her and she would do it just to have him. She thought she might faint with desire.

Her hands went to his rough face, then around his neck, fingers caressing his silky black hair, wild and unruly just like him. She pressed her mouth to the hollow of his throat, feeling the pulse quicken under her lips and down to the smooth black hair on his chest, breathing in the heady scent of him. His shirt was in the way so she tore it over his head and pressed her naked chest to his. Her greedy hands pulled at his belt and she all but tore his kilt from him as her fingers gently stroked him. Moaning with pleasure he pushed her up against the door.

‘Let’s to bed, my love, quickly’ he commanded and she followed.

They fell together onto the bed, face to face, gripping hard to each other in their need for release. There was no shyness between them now and no hesitation.

Duncan slowly pushed her skirts up, the cool silk was a slippery contrast to the warm velvety feel of her thighs, now parted and beckoning him inside her. He bunched the material in his hands and reached around to her bottom, tilting her up and towards his manhood, now swollen with desire. She wrapped her legs around him and pulled him close. They kissed each other hard in a tangle of her hair as it fell against his face in a perfumed cloud, shiny tendrils draping over her full breasts. His mouth went to her nipples which were hard pink buds of desire.

Ailsa delighted in the feel of his muscular chest pressed to hers, digging her fingers into the hard ropes of muscle on his back as they shifted under her hands. He was so powerful he could crush her in an instant if he wanted to but as she pulled him to her he was utterly and completely under her control, to do with as she pleased. She felt triumphant that she had the power to stir his rough-edged passions to the point where he did her bidding.

‘I want you. Please. I want you so much,’ she gasped.

Duncan’s heart soared to hear those words. She was lush and wanton and so, so lovely, her pale breasts and long legs an exquisite contrast to the purple of the dress. He wanted to give her pleasure, to bring her to ecstasy. He looked at her before proceeding and saw something in her eyes - it was absolute trust.

He pushed inside her causing her to gasp with pleasure. She began to surge against him so that he took her and she took him. Her legs wrapped around his waist, holding him right up against her, pulling him into her, pulling, releasing, so that every time she moved he plunged further and further into her, sending wave after wave of intense pleasure along the length of him.

Their eyes met and Duncan knew he was going to lose himself. He was her slave now as she teased and taunted him with her body, moving more and more slowly so that his body was crying out for hers. He would have done anything in that moment, promised anything so that she would not stop. She pressed her forehead to his and cried out.

‘Please, please...oh Duncan don’t stop…please.’ He had no intention of stopping and she tipped over the edge of her desire into an intense release, an ecstasy like no other, gasping and crying out, her small fists clutching at him as if it were almost beyond bearing. As she took her pleasure of him he could hold back no longer, plunging into her warm wetness, stiffening and exploding and melding his flesh with hers, so that they were one person, one feeling and one heart.

They held on to each other trembling with the aftermath of their pleasure, lost in each other. Duncan put his hand on her cheek.

‘Ailsa look at me.’ When she did her face was lit with a passion he had not seen before. ‘I am mad for you Ailsa. I think I am on my way to being totally and utterly in love with you,’ he declared, his words coming out in a rush of feeling and with a dark intensity.

Her eyes widened and her lips parted as if to say something but he stopped her. ‘Do not worry Ailsa. I will not rush you into declaring something you do not feel.’

‘But Duncan I...’

He kissed her, as much to shut her up as anything. ‘We have plenty of time to sort through our affections for each other when I return,’ he lied effortlessly.

Time was what he did not have. He could be riding to his death tomorrow and he dearly wanted her to say she loved him but what if she could not? He wasn’t prepared to squander these last precious hours in an instant of regret. He had said it and that was enough. Now, if he did not return, at least she knew that he treasured her, that what they had just shared was, to him, something infinitely more valuable than lust. If it was not love on her part then he would rather go off not knowing it.

As she pushed her head into his neck he could smell the sweetness of her hair and feel her warm body, breathless and soft against him. So he clung to her as the light in the room faded and it grew dark.

Later he woke and for a long time sleep eluded him as his mind snarled with thoughts of what must be faced in the dawn. He snuggled up against Ailsa’s warm back as she slept in happy oblivion. Just the smell of her was enough to make him hard again so he woke her with gentle kisses on the neck and she turned and put her arms around him. He pulled her against him and entered her wordlessly. She was eager and as they reached a peak together she pushed her fingers into his hair. ‘

‘I love you Ailsa, I love you,’ he cried. She did not say it but he was past the point of caring. He mentally prepared himself to leave her and eventually he fell asleep tangled in her arms and swathes of purple silk.

Waking at dawn the next day Ailsa felt horribly tired. Duncan had been unrelenting, making love to her again in the night. He had taken her again quickly and she had wanted him to. It was as if by having her, he was somehow exorcising his demons and now he was moving about the room, quietly readying himself to leave. Ailsa dearly wished she was going with him.

‘Don’t go, Duncan,’ she said.

‘I must.’

‘Can’t you stay a few more days?’

‘You tempt me sorely.’ He came over and placed a light kiss on her lips. ‘But I have to go Ailsa, truly I do. I have pledged to do this for the sake of your people so I cannot fail them. You will be safe here at Dunslair and I will return soon and we will talk.’

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