by Ria Cantrell
Rory rose and took her into his arms. Burying his face into her hair he stated, “My beauty is giving me a wee one. Ye’ have completed me. I love ye’ so much.”
She relaxed now in his arms and she too felt complete. He felt her press her cheek to his chest. Feeling the strength of his arms around her relaxed and settled her. The solid beat of his heart lulled her as they now needed no words in those moments that were just theirs. Rory’s heart welled with overwhelming love. He held her in his arms and said a silent prayer of thanksgiving for her safe return to him. He was sorry she had lost her brother, but in light of her news, Rory was relieved in a way, that Roderick Campbell was dead. He was certain that her brother would have harmed their child, once he learned of its existence.
Aye, he threatened to. Rory kissed her hair and said, “Ye are safe now, my love. Our babe is safe.”
Thank ye’ for coming for me. I felt like I was dying without ye’, Ruiri. Rory held her tighter at those thoughts, which he heard as clearly as if they were spoken from her lips. He said, “I couldna’ let that happen. I felt yer’ spirit dying. I was sore afraid for ye’. When MacDougal was holding me against my will, I felt so helpless. Caitlyn kept coming to me in my dreams and telling me to hurry. She told me to trust ye’, no matter what I would have been told.”
Brielle looked up at him. His eyes were filled with unshed tears. Her strong warrior was moved visibly.
“That’s why ye’ didna’ believe me when I claimed not to…”
“I felt yer’ love, no matter what yer’ pretty lying lips were trying to tell me.”
“It felt like yer’ anger was real, though, Ruiri.”
He laughed, despite the tears that threatened to spill at any moment. “Make no mistake, Gabrielle, it was indeed real. I hope to never hear those terrible words again, for lies or no, they are words to cut a man to the depths of his soul. Oh, Aye, I was furious with ye’. I wanted to take ye’ over my knee and paddle that beautiful little arse of yers until it was red and throbbing.”
A horrified little squeak left her throat. He grinned down at her.
“Ye’ wouldna’ have done such a thing to me.”
“Oh, trust me, I would have and gladly so.”
She tried to push out of his arms but he grabbed her all the tighter, holding her against his chest. He murmured, “I think I would have ended up being the most punished.”
Brielle looked up at him, not understanding what he meant. Seeing her confusion, he drew her hand to the front of his kilt and he pressed it to the thick rising bulge there.
“See Brielle, just imagining that beautiful bum of yers’ turned up under my hand makes me hard. I think if I had turned ye’ over my knee, I would have been in pain from having punished ye’.”
“Oh,” she gasped in understanding, but she did not pull her hand away. Instead, she rubbed it over the place he had guided her hand to and she said, “Mmm, that thought is rather delicious.”
Rory swallowed hard.
“But…ye’ were just ill. Can we…can ye’…”
“Once I pass the sickness, I am instantly better, it seems. It willna’ come upon me again today. And aye, we can.”
She took his hand and led him back to the bed. Her greedy fingers were anxious to help him out of his kilt, teasingly brushing his thigh, as if she would let her hand rest beneath the neat pleats of his plaid.
“I want to make love, Ruiri.”
“Aye,” he was all he could say, his voice husky with desire. He felt her fingers deftly unfastening his belt and the folds of his kilt quickly came undone. He kicked free of it, wanting so much to feel her flesh in contact with his. He groaned as he was released, rising hard to full length only to have her mouth brush over his throbbing shaft, no more than whispering a tease to him. She giggled at his sound of desire. Her hand encased him, stroking up and down the length of it. He sighed at the warmth of her touch. She watched his eyes, seeing them darken with desire. His pupils had gone wide; there was only a thin rim of gold around them. She saw his larynx move downward and she heard him say softly, “Take off yer’ clothes, please. I need to see ye’ and feel ye’.” She released his shaft and stepped away from the bed.
She unfastened her plaid, letting it pool at her feet. She was completely un-shy as she undressed for him. He lay back with his hands behind his head, enjoying her little striptease. As she opened her bodice, she was left in just a chemise. She eased it down her shoulders slowly. She smiled at him as he just laid there watching her, dripping his masculine power and beauty with every gaze. She felt the hot wet response of her own body as he watched her, but she was actually enjoying teasing Rory a little. As her chemise dropped, she stood before him in just her gartered hose and her arms crossed over her breasts in playful modesty. She saw him lick his lips as if he was waiting to devour a tasty morsel. She turned her back to him, bending before him to undo her hose, giving him full view of her backside. Since he had said it enticed him, she wanted to entice him to the fullest. He was off the bed in a quick motion, moving behind her and wrapping his arms around her waist. She could feel his erection pressing against her derriere and she sighed. Nuzzling his cheek into her hair, he said, “Uhn, Beauty, ye’ make me so hot with desire. I feel like I may explode.”
With a sexy little undulation against his groin, she looked over her shoulder and whispered, “I want ye’ to explode, Ruiri. Inside me.”
His hands glided up her sides, to gently cup her breasts which were peaked from her own desire for his touch. Her taught nipples jutted into his palms and he moaned against her ear.
“Lady, I can assure ye’, I will do just that…if ye’ keep up this little seduction.” She giggled and he growled, “Do ye’ think this is funny?”
“Nay it is wonderful.” He nibbled her ear and said, “Wanton little thing! I have heard it said that being in yer’ condition makes a woman…”
“Randy?”
“Aye,” he purred against her ear. One hand eased over her stomach and the other moved gently between her legs. Pulling her fully against his throbbing cock, he felt her moist response to his touch. He said, “Hmmm, did ye’ like teasing me?” She just sighed at his touch, letting him have his turn to tease.
“Did teasing help ye’ get this way, my Wanton?” He swirled his finger over her sensitive bud and he felt her sag against him.
“Aye,” she breathed, barely sure she could stand if he wasn’t holding her. But he was holding her and after kissing her neck, he whispered, “I want to make ye’ come, Beauty.” She sighed and said, “I think ye’ will quite easily for my desire fer ye’ is strong, Ruiri. I need to be one with ye’.”
“Come to bed with me, m’darlin’. I promise to fulfill yer’ need,” he whispered close to her ear. As he lovingly nuzzled her neck with kisses, she pressed her back to him. His hands wandered from her hips to sensually cup the cheeks of her bum. He gave her a gentle squeeze. She felt him guiding her forward to the bed and once there, he said, “Just lie on yer’ stomach for me. I wish to be sure ye’ feel better. I aim to caress ye’.”
She did as he asked and she felt him straddle her legs. She could feel his hard cock nestle between the backs of her legs, near her bottom. It sent a jolt of desire to course through her. His hands eased over her shoulders. As much as he wanted her, he wanted to assure himself that she felt well enough to make love. She sighed, feeling his hands press out the tension in her neck from having strained when she was sick.
“Mmm, that feels so delicious.”
“I aim to make it more so fer ye’.” His one hand passed down her spine to the beautiful uplifted cheeks of her bum. First he massaged her, easing out the tension in her shoulders. He rained kisses down her back then he began to sensually stroke her. While she was lulled into sensual complacency, his hand, swift and stinging, whacked her buttocks. She cried out in surprise and he laughed wickedly.
“Know that if ye’ ever say ye’ dunna’ love me again, ye’ will taste this sting again.”<
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Something about it made her moan wildly in abandon into the bedding. Rory was enchanted with her response. That was enough to encourage him to continue with a little spanking, just to heighten things. His hand rained down on her bottom a few more times, and each time she moaned into her pillow. That little minx...she actually liked it!
“I told ye’ Brielle, I am more punished than ye.”
He softly moved his hands up her sides, sliding them under her to caress her breasts, then moving down. He gently kneaded her cheeks again and he slid his hand teasingly between them. His touch was igniting fire inside of her, bringing her to a fever pitch of desire. He felt her heat; sliding his hand under; dipping his fingers into her. “Oh, so wet, Sweetheart. Ye are near to dripping.”
She nodded, moaning softly as he dipped his finger again into her moist heat. Her breath caught in a gasp. She buried her face back into her pillow, embarrassed by her gasp. He leaned close to her ear and whispered, “Dunna’ be shy, sweetheart. I want to pleasure ye’.”
He gently moved his finger in and out of her, causing new sensations of pleasure. His cock throbbed, as he touched her and he wished he could forget about tenderness and take her from behind with the wild abandon that thrummed through his veins. But he knew he had to be especially careful now. He didn’t want to hurt her, so he just steeled himself and felt her. With his hand in that position, he used his thumb to rub beneath her. The sensations were intense. She sobbed out a moan.
“Does it feel good, Sweetheart?” She nodded, into her pillow. He kissed between her shoulder blades and removing his fingers, he drew her to face him. She looked at him. Her heart flipped in her chest. He was so handsome and she could tell he was deeply aroused, just by the expression on his face. She touched him, running her hands up his chest. He looked at her with pure love in his eyes. He said, “I love ye’ so much and now we are going to have a baby…Brielle, I dunna know how to express my thanks.”
“Yer’ thanks? Ahhh, my Ruiri, why would ye’ want to thank me,” she asked touching his face.
“Ye’ have given me back all that I had lost. Ye’ have filled the hole in my heart. Ye’ have restored me as a man. Ye have made me feel like I have lost most of the darkness. I am just complete because of ye’.”
Brielle felt so moved by his words. She wanted to show him how much she loved him. She wanted this time to be about pleasuring Rory. She turned over, coaxing him onto his back. She said, “I want to entice ye’, Beloved.”
A small smile formed on his lips.“Aye? What do ye think ye’ have done thus far?”
Her hands eased up his stomach and she looked thoughtful for a moment and said, “Hmm, aye, but I barely had to do anything. Ye’ were already ready to love me. Nay Ruiri, this is for ye’. And this time this is all mine,” she said leaning down to kiss his chin. The soft kiss sent a shiver through him for some strange reason. He suspected it was because she wanted to seduce him, that even that gentle touch of her lips sent a charge through him. She planted kisses down his chest, bending over him. His hand lazily slid down her backside, inching between her thighs and she backed up, scolding him gently, “No, no, no, Ruiri. This is mine!” His eyes held amusement in his gaze.
“Alright, Lass. Have yer’ way with me, aye?”
He was rock hard already and he ached to be inside her, but if he was nothing, he was disciplined and he would let her proceed. What she didn’t know was how very close he was to exploding already. Rory watched his beautiful woman running her lips across his chest. He sucked in his breath as her tongue gently lapped around his dark nipples. She looked up at his reaction and saw a smile on his face.
“It feels good for me, too, as it does when I do it to ye’.”
“Oh, aye, Ruiri? Perhaps it shall feel good when I do other things to ye’ that ye’ have done to me.”
Rory cleared his throat and said, “Lass, ye dunna’ have to.”
She raised her eyes to his and asked, “Don’t ye’ want me to?”
“Well, Aye, of course I want ye’ to. T’is just that I am rather…full, aye? I feel close to losing control, Beauty.”
She giggled and said, “Good!”
She nibbled over his ribs, moving lower. As her teeth trailed over his flat stomach, she felt his breath catch again. She was pleased he was responding thus. Her hand softly moved between his legs, and she cupped the heavy sac in her palm. The smallest of pressure caused him to groan as her fingers and tongue explored it. She watched as his head fell back and the indentations near his ribcage stood out as his body strained with the tension of desire. His cock stood straight as if it was at attention, as her lips and hand stroked him. He murmured, “Brielle, uhn…. ye’ know how to entice a man.”
Kissing the base of his shaft, she said, “Not any man…just ye’!”
Her hand slid up the length of him and she felt it flex against her palm. He moaned again and she said, “Tell me, Warrior. What is it ye’ want me to do?”
“I need to touch ye’.”
“No, no. Remember this is fer ye’. Now, tell me what ye’ want.” She watched his throat expand downward as he swallowed hard.
“I want to be inside ye’.”
“Oh, aye? But will this do,” she asked kissing up his shaft again. Her finger tentatively circled over the velvety tight skin of the head, feeling the single drop of silky moisture that had beaded there. She slipped her tongue over it, tasting the salty essence, prepared to feel more as her own body veritably dripped from his seductions. Instead, he seemed to grow thicker and he moaned.
“Or this, Warrior? Will this help?”
She opened her mouth, her lips forming a perfect “o” and he opened his eyes to see her take him into her mouth. Her eyes rose to his and Rory was certain he had never seen such a sexy look on her face. He watched her taking him deeper, till he felt the back of her throat with the tip of his cock. His hand sifted into her hair and he murmured, “My God! What are ye’ doing to me?”
She released him briefly and said, “Do you like it?”
He swallowed again and said, “A man would be a fool not to. Aye…I like it. I more than like it.” She laughed again and took him deep, sucking and drawing him into the depths of her mouth.
“But lass…I may…soon…”
“I want ye’ to, Ruiri. Please dunna’ deny me.”
“But, lass,” he whispered, desire clouding his brain but still wanting to take care of her.“Ye’ve only just been sick. I dunna’ want to make ye’…”
“Sshh, my Ruiri. Ye’ are delicious…this is mine, remember?”
She took him again, sucking less gently but softly grazing his shaft with her teeth carefully. He arched back and felt unable to control himself any longer. His thoughts on discipline slipped away as his climax snuck up on him and pumped his seed fully into her waiting mouth. A moan so loud tore from him, that Brielle giggled even as she took every drop happily. When she was sure that she had captured it all, she licked her lips and kissed up his chest. Holding his still-hard cock in her hand, she continued to stroke him. His eyes opened and he said, “Dear God, woman! Ye’ unhinged me.”
Stroking his length she commented, “Ye’ are still hard. How is it possible? But now I have a need. I need ye’ inside me, Ruiri. Be one with me.” As their eyes were locked, she eased her body over him, guiding him inside of her. At the feel of her perfect sheath encasing him, he quickly returned to full hardness. Oh, she was tight and so hot inside.
“Be complete, Ruiri in the comfort of my body. Let me love ye’, Ruiri. Let my body wipe away the words I should have never said. I would take them back if I could. Never had I told such a lie and saying those words, I ripped out my own soul.”
Rory drew her down onto him and he filled her. She tossed her head back and cried out, feeling him deep inside her.
His strong warrior’s hands were only gentle as he drew her legs around his hips. She arched against him, loving how he filled her. She looked into his eyes and noticed a smile on
his lips.
“I know ye’ didna’ mean those things ye’ said and ye’ wished to spare me from harm. Let me love ye’ now, so yer’ heart will ne’re be rent again. Ahhhh, as good as it felt for ye’ to take me in yer mouth, it feels so wonderful to be inside of ye.”
His hands splayed over her waist as she rocked over him. She watched him lean in, tangling his hand in her hair and drawing her to kiss him, his scent still strong on her lips. He turned with her, catching her beneath him and she now rose up to take him deeper. He felt her delicious muscles clenching around him and he thrust harder. He thought he heard her sigh, “Aye.”
He slowed a bit and withdrew slightly. Concern registered on his face. Her hand brushed over his brow.
“What is it, Ruiri?”
“I dunna want to hurt ye’ or our babe.” She rose up beneath him and she said, “Ye’ are not hurting me or our babe. Please, Ruiri… I need ye’…dunna’ hold back now.”
His thrusts became faster and he watched her face to assure himself she was not hurting. Her eyes shone with pleasure. She took him deeply… she took all he had to give. She clenched tightly around his throbbing shaft and caused him to moan again. He said, “Ahhh, Brielle, ye’ make me glad I am a man.”
She moved with him, meeting his thrusts, raising her legs around his hips to draw him harder inside her. She felt him drawing her up as he rose to his knees and he took her legs and raised them to his shoulders. The way he caressed her legs made her keen with pleasure as she felt him so fully filling her.
When he looked down, his heart slammed against his ribs. He was so enticed by looking at the joining of their bodies that he nearly came again. She offered him blessed heat, which both slaked and enflamed his need. The feel of his deep thrusts caused her to moan. She spoke words of love in Gaelic, sighing and she watched his eyes widen. He loved the sound of the ancient tongue on her lips.
“Gabrielllllllllle…” She thought nothing sounded more beautiful than him calling her name as they made love. He gazed at her, unable to turn away and he was overwhelmed with love that was mirrored in her own eyes. He loved watching her rise up, lifting her hips to meet him. His hand stroked down her leg and then he began to move quicker, feeling her clench him with each thrust, which sent delicious pressure around his shaft. He eased one hand over her belly, and then he used it to stroke her, sliding his fingers over her slick curls. She moaned out loud, no longer caring to be quiet. The deeper the pleasure she felt the tighter she became around him. As his fingers gently rolled over her swollen clit, she arched back and let go a cry of release. Her legs trembled on his shoulders as she came.
