by B. J. Scott
“Dinna fash. I willna do anything you dinna want, Edina.”
Without saying another word, Alasdair slid his fingertips along her inner thigh, his thumb brushing her most intimate place.
Edina gasped and tried to sit up. “What are you doing?” she asked, unable to hide the apprehension in her voice. She was prepared to join with her husband in the traditional way, but this was something she had never considered.
“Relax, and enjoy, mo gaol.” He placed his hands on her shoulders and eased her back against the mattress. “I thought you trusted me.”
“Aye. I do trust you, husband,” Edina replied, even though she had no idea what he had planned.
He cupped her heel, lifted her leg, then proceeded to feather kisses along her calf. She trembled when he licked the back of her knee, surprised by a rush of hot moist heat released between her thighs.
As his sensual journey continued, she rolled her head from side-to-side. “Please . . . Alasdair,” Edina moaned.
“Please, what?” He raised his head and wiggled his brows. “Tell me what you like.”
She moaned again. “I dinna know. I have never done this afore.”
“That makes it all the sweeter, mo gaol. Do you not like what I am doing now?” He lowered his head and nibbled on the flesh where her leg and torso joined.
“Nay . . . I mean, Aye. It feels wonderful, but it must be sinful,” she moaned.
“For a husband and wife tae share intimate pleasures is not a sin, Edina. If you allow yourself to accept what is happening, I can take you places, you never knew existed.”
“You are the devil tae be sure, Alasdair Fraser.”
“Aye. And that makes you the devil’s woman.” He laughed and placed her heel on his shoulder, giving him better access and exposing her for his perusal. “Lovely.” A wolfish grin tugged at his lips as he dipped his head, then snaked his tongue around her bud of arousal. He fed hungrily, slow at first, then picked up the tempo.
Edina whimpered and squirmed, but couldn’t bring herself to ask him to stop. He lapped at her sensitive feminine folds, licking from front to back and then in reverse, igniting a wild fire of passion, the pressure building until she didn’t think she could take any more.
“Enough,” she pleaded on a strangled breath, but he paid her no mind. Instead, he brought her to the precipice of release, time and time again.
Her breathing came in short sharp pants, her heart pounded, and every part of her body was alive with sensations she could never have imagined. Her legs began to quiver and her core clenched as a dizzying, bone-melting euphoria engulfed her. She thought she might perish from pure ecstasy.
He continued to suckle until the last waves of her release subsided, and she lay motionless on the mattress, gasping for air. Only then did he release her from the intimate torture.
She struggled to open her eyes and smiled. “That was like nothing I could have anticipated. I dinna know it could be like that.”
“This is only the beginning. We have an entire night of discovery ahead of us.” He stroked his engorged manhood. “I ache for you, Edina. Are you willing tae join with me?”
Alasdair positioned himself above Edina and nudged her legs apart with his knee. “Will you have me, wife.”
Edina nodded. “Aye, husband.”
His heart thundered in his chest, his blood heated, and he found it difficult to control his unbridled passion. But instead of taking her, he paused, hypnotized by her beauty. The sight of her lying before him stole his breath away. Edina had the face of an angel and a body that drove him mad with desire. Perfectly sculpted, creamy white breasts, tipped with delicate pink buds, rose and fell with each shallow breath. Her long shapely limbs were topped with a soft nest of curls, the color of summer wheat and the perfect match to her waist-length hair strewn across the mattress.
“Make love tae me, Alasdair,” Edina muttered softly.
He entered her slowly, giving her time to adjust to the stretch and fullness of their joining. He slid in a little, pulled out, then eased in further with each thrust. He wanted her to feel every inch of his arousal, he wanted to bury himself to the hilt, to pound into her with wild abandon, but he stopped when he reached the barrier of her innocence.
Her eyes opened wide. “Is something amiss?”
“Nay. But it can take time for your body to adjust to the union and I dinna want tae hurt you, lass. I want—”
He didn’t have a chance to finish. Edina thrust her hips forward until they connected with his, foiling his plan to take things slowly.
Her nails dug into his shoulders and he felt hot tears on his neck when he broke through her maidenhead, but she didn’t utter a sound.
“Are you all right?” he murmured softly against her ear.
She nodded and began to move her hips in a slow, rhythmic motion. His body responded and he followed her lead, his bold, brave lass, his woman, his wife.
Alasdair had bedded his share of women in the past, but this was the first time he’d ever made love. He could not believe the exhilaration, possessiveness, and pride he felt when he began to rock into her hard and fast.
He covered her mouth with his own, swallowing her whimpers of pleasure. When her feminine muscles clenched around his engorged shaft and she called out his name, his groin tightened. He increased the speed, coming close to release, then rolled to his back taking her with him.
Speechless, Edina straddled his hips, staring down at him, a shocked expression on her face. But when he began to move beneath her, she smiled and matched him stroke for stroke.
She arched and curled her spine, rose and lowered herself, riding him like a warhorse. A feral growl rose from deep within his chest.
Alasdair never dreamed Edina, his virgin bride, would teach him things about making love he didn’t already know. The room began to spin, the pressure building from deep within his core, until he could take no more. With one final thrust, he shouted out a war cry, and released his seed.
She joined him in his release, then collapsed, her head resting on his breast, her hair covering his chest.
Alasdair woke several hours later and glanced down at Edina, sleeping peacefully in his arms. He closed his eyes and inhaled deeply, the scent of their lovemaking still lingering on the air. While he never thought he was destined to marry, he could not remember ever being so happy, or feeling so much at peace. He leaned over and pressed a kiss to her brow.
Edina stirred, opened her eyes, then brought her hand up to stifle a yawn. “Is it morning?”
“Aye, dawn has come, but it is still verra early. Go back tae sleep if you like. Last night was our wedding night and no one expects us tae rise afore noon,” Alasdair said, then brushed a strand of hair from her cheek and tucked it behind her ear.
“I hope you werena disappointed,” Edina said then lay her head on his chest.
“Last night was amazing. You are a very quick study.” Alasdair stroked his hand down her back.
“I had a verra good teacher.” Edina pressed her lips to his chest, then placed her hand over his heart, and sighed. “Are you happy, Alasdair?”
“Aye. Why do you ask?”
“I fear you may grow restless and someday regret your decision tae marry,” she replied softly.
Alasdair wrapped his arm around her shoulders and pulled her close. “I love you, Edina. More than I ever dreamed was possible. I willna regret my decision. On the contrary, I will give daily thanks tae the Almighty for bringing us together.”
“Will you not miss your brothers and your home? Jayden told me Connor offered to step down as laird of Clan Fraser so you could take your rightful place.”
“This is my place, Edina, and my home. With you is where I belong. Connor is a fine laird and I have no desire tae replace him. My brothers and their wives know they are welcome tae visit us any time they wish. Once our castle is built, we will have plenty of space. However, given the way my brothers breed, we are going tae need many chambers tae house
all their bairns,” he tossed back his head and laughed.
“What about you, Alasdair? Will we need many chambers for our babes?” she asked, then lowered her gaze and began to nibble on her bottom lip.
Alasdair lifted her chin and kissed her. “I am the eldest brother. You dinna think I will let Connor and Bryce outshine me beneath the sheets, do you?” He slid his hand over her belly and smiled. “After last night, your father may get his wish and he will have a grandbabe in the spring.” He rolled Edina beneath him and smiled. “But tae be safe, I think we should try again.”
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