by Jenna Stone
Quinn felt her muscles begin to quiver against his fingers and he slowed his rhythm.
“Not yet, love,” he whispered as he kissed her neck and slowly withdrew his fingers. “I want ye tae come with me inside of ye. Not yet,” he whispered again as he rose up above his wife.
Sarah moaned in protest as Quinn withdrew completely from her and stood beside the bed. She needed him to touch her, needed him inside of her. Now. Her muscles trembled with need and the flesh between her thighs ached to be filled.
Quinn stepped out of his pants and kicked them aside. He felt Sarah’s gaze settle on his bulging erection and was pleased that he did not see fear in her eyes. He had been worried that she would fear him based upon her last experience with a man. What he saw in Sarah’s eyes was quite the opposite of fear. He saw love and he saw intense desire. His wife wanted him.
Shuddering as he joined Sarah on the bed, he knelt briefly between her spread thighs and looked down at his wife. She smiled softly up at him and grabbed his hand, pulling him down on top of her as she captured his lips in a hungry kiss. Quinn growled with pleasure as he settled beneath her parted thighs.
Sarah slid her hand over the warm skin of Quinn’s back and held his buttocks, pulling him towards her as she bent her knees in preparation for his entry. She kissed him deeply, delighting in the taste of her husband as his tongue brushed eagerly against her own.
Quinn broke their kiss and rested his forehead atop hers, staring deeply into her green-brown eyes.
“I love ye sae much, Sarah,” he whispered softly. His voice trembled with need as he looked down at his wife. “I need ye sae badly,” he confessed.
“Take me, Quinn. I want you so much,” she whispered as she smiled up at him. She brushed her lips tenderly over his and squeezed his muscled buttocks, giving him all of the further invitation that he needed. Heat pooled at her core and she needed release.
Taking his cock in his hand, Quinn positioned himself at the entrance to Sarah’s body. He knew that this would be the first time that she had a man inside of her since she had given birth and Quinn vowed that he would be gentle as he took her. His muscles shook with the effort that it took not to drive into her powerfully. He moaned with pleasure as he guided his cock into her tight, wet sheath. He sank into her slowly, inch by delicious inch. A growl of all consuming pleasure escaped from Quinn’s lips when he was seated fully, buried deep within Sarah’s sheath.
“Ye feel sae good,” he said between gritted teeth, his voice trembling with the effort that it took to restrain himself.
Sarah brought her knees up now, wrapping her arms tightly around Quinn’s neck. Sensations of immense pleasure flooded her body as Quinn’s cock stretched her, filled her completely. It felt so good to hold him inside of her. She felt so close to her husband at this moment.
Quinn moved slowly, having given Sarah a moment to adjust to his invasion. He pulled his cock back slightly and slid back into her wetness, shaking as feelings of pleasure spread through his body. His movement caused Sarah to cry out with her overwhelming pleasure and she bit his shoulder, arching against him in an effort to draw him more deeply inside of her.
Unable to hold back any longer, Quinn relented to the instincts of his body and began to move against Sarah. He pulled his cock out of her and then drove into her, pumping his hips against hers as he found the rhythm of their lovemaking. Sarah’s nails scored the flesh of his shoulders and he growled in approval as her hips rose to meet his with every thrust.
Quinn’s powerful thrusts caused delicious pressure to build within Sarah. With each thrust of his hips he seated himself firmly inside of her, then withdrew himself almost completely. The friction of Quinn moving inside of her, stroking her most delicate skin was threatening to cause Sarah to come undone.
Quinn fought against his release, seeking to pleasure Sarah completely before he allowed himself to come. He grasped her hips and pulled her hard against him, growling as he sunk his cock fully into her heat. Being inside of Sarah was too much, almost more pleasure than he could withstand. She was too much, and yet not enough. He would never get enough of loving her like this.
Sarah wanted to shatter around Quinn, never having felt such intense physical love, such passion before. Quinn’s finger slid between them and he found the nub of her desire, stroking her erotically as he thrust into her wetness. When his lips found her sensate nipple, Sarah felt the first blinding rush of her release. Her body began to quiver and she felt herself shattering, coming apart around her husband.
Quinn felt the first waves of Sarah’s orgasm and he sped up the intensity of his thrusts, pumping into her forcefully as he coaxed her with his fingers. His lips suckled her tender breasts and he drove into her again and again, losing himself in the unflagging joy of pleasuring his wife.
Sarah screamed in ecstasy as the full pleasure of her orgasm overwhelmed her senses. She clung to her husband and came apart around him as she found her release. Never before had she climaxed with a man inside of her. Never had she experienced such complete surrender. Her muscles trembled as wave after wave of orgasm overtook her. Precious sensations of love and pleasure spiraled throughout her body – feelings that she never wanted to end.
Unable to hold back any longer, Quinn rose up above Sarah and took her hips in his hands. He thrust into her hard once, withdrew and then buried himself within her as he found his own release. He let his head fall back as his orgasm came powerfully, shaking him to the core of his being. Waves of pleasure shot down his spine and his cock bucked in response as he spilled his seed deep inside of his wife.
Once he regained control, he looked tenderly down at Sarah. She lay against the bed beneath him, completely satiated from the power of their lovemaking. Quinn smiled as he looked down at his wife.
Sarah reached up and pushed back the lock of hair that had fallen over Quinn’s brow. She sighed as she trailed her fingers over the stubble on his cheek and guided his lips to hers for a tender kiss.
“I love you, Quinn Murray,” she whispered and she pulled her husband down on top of her and settled her arms about his shoulders. The act of love that had just transpired between them was more beautiful than anything she had ever witnessed. Her heart swelled with love for Quinn as she held him close, toying with his hair as she felt his breath hot against her neck.
“I love ye too,” he whispered, kissing Sarah’s collarbone as he propped himself up on his elbow so that he could look at his wife.
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Chapter Nine
“Ye’d best cover yerself a bit,” Quinn said to his wife, despite the fact that he was enjoying his wife’s nakedness. “I’ve asked that a bath be brought up when ye finish feeding Mairi.”
“A bath?” Sarah asked eagerly as she turned the decadent idea over in her mind. “What a treat! She’s done,” she said softly as she pulled the coverlet over her breast and wiped Mairi’s tiny mouth.
“That was quick,” Quinn said teasingly as he reached down to take the sleeping baby. “Ye doona need tae tell me twice,” he joked as he wrapped their sleeping daughter in a blanket and took her to Anna’s room next door. He was thankful that he had the forethought to ask Rowan and Anna to stay. As much as he loved Mairi, he wanted some more time alone with his wife.
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“This is heavenly,” Sarah said as she sank up to her ears in the steaming water. Never before had she seen such a huge wooden tub, big enough to accommodate both her and her husband. Never before had she enjoyed bathing so much.
Her toes reached over and toyed with Quinn’s chest. He was absolutely delicious sitting across from her in the tub. His hair was unbound and fell dripping about his shoulders. He looked so relaxed and happy reclining against the wooden tub. Warm water lapped at the well-developed muscles of his chest and Sarah felt the desire building between her thighs as she admired her beautiful husband.
Surprising her, he grabbed her foot with lightning speed and ran his fingernail over the arch of he
r foot, sending shivers up Sarah’s spine.
“Aye. Heavenly,” he whispered as he kissed the arch of Sarah’s foot. “I could show ye something else that’s heavenly if yer ready tae get out?” he asked suggestively, almost as if he read Sarah’s mind. He ran his fingers up the length of Sarah’s leg and squeezing her thigh beneath the water.
“Is that so, Mr. Murray?” Sarah asked teasingly as she trailed her foot down his chest, over his abdominal muscles and lower. Her toes brushed against his erection and she smiled as Quinn grabbed her foot again.
“Aye, that is so, Mrs. Murray. I think that ye should get out of this tub. Now,” he warned playfully as he reached over the side of the large wooden tub and tossed a towel to his wife.
Sarah took the towel and stepped out of the tub. She made a spectacle of drying herself, running the towel and her fingers over her breasts and down her belly as she closed her eyes in mock ecstasy.
Quinn leapt out of the tub and was beside her in an instant. He had sloshed water all over the floor, but neither of them cared. He swept Sarah up towel and all and carried her over to the roaring fire. Water beaded on his well-muscled body, and Sarah swallowed hard. Never had Quinn looked more attractive, more alluring than he did right now. The heat in his eyes caused the desire that was building between her thighs to throb in anticipation.
Quinn knelt before the fire and pulled his naked wife on top of him.
“I need ye sae badly, Sarah,” he said, his voice shaking with desire. He kissed her hard, knotting his fingers in her wet hair.
Sarah’s desire matched that of her husband and she kissed him roughly, delighting in the feeling of his warm, still wet skin beneath her fingertips. Her body thrummed with desire and they kissed, tongues dueling with each other as they were consumed with the ravenous need of their desire for each other.
Quinn’s thumb brushed over Sarah’s nipple and she cried out against his mouth. She needed him inside of her. Now.
As if reading her mind, Quinn gently lifted her hips so that he was straddling him. His cock pulsed as he looked up at his breathtaking wife. Her olive skin glowed in the fire-light, and she looked at him with such need, such love in her eyes that his heart threatened to stop beating.
“Are ye sure that yer ready for me?” he asked tenderly as he held Sarah’s gaze.
Sarah nodded in answer. She was so consumed with her desire that she couldn’t find words to speak. She moved Quinn’s hand from her hips and placed his fingers on the heat of her desire. She closed her eyes when he parted her with his fingers and discovered the wetness that was there. She was more than ready for him.
Quinn’s breathing became ragged when he discovered that Sarah was indeed ready for him. He was pleased to find that she wanted him, needed him just as much as he wanted her.
“Ride me, love,” he whispered huskily as he lifted Sarah’s hips and positioned her above the tip of his erection.
“Show me how,” she whispered as she reached down and took Quinn’s cock boldly in her hand, guiding him into her body. She moaned as he filled her. She was still tender from their lovemaking last night, but feeling Quinn inside of her was exquisite.
Quinn used his hands on her hips to guide Sarah’s movements, teaching her how to ride him and allowing her to take control of their lovemaking. She placed her palms on his chest as she learned how to move her hips, causing her breasts to spill forward seductively. Keeping one hand on Sarah’s hips and leading her, encouraging her tentative movements, Quinn used his other hand to palm her breast. He leaned up and took her nipple into his mouth, driving his cock gently into her as he did so.
Sarah called out in pleasure and she increased the rhythm of her hips. She rode Quinn more confidently now, raising her body up slightly and then slamming down so as to bring his cock more deeply inside of her. She pushed Quinn down against the rug and flattened her hands against his chest, using his body for leverage as she rode him. Returning his hands to her hips, Quinn joined her rhythm, pumping his hips erotically against hers and thrusting against her.
Watching his wife ride him was beyond erotic. Quinn fought the urge to spill his seed, holding back in an effort to pleasure Sarah before finding his own release. Her eyes were closed and she bit her lower lip as she rode him, pressing against his chest as she reveled in the sensations of pleasure that their joining yielded. Watching her breasts bob seductively above him caused Quinn to grit his teeth. He needed to bring her to orgasm soon or his sweet wife would unman him.
He kept one hand on her hips and used the other hand to part her delicate folds. His thumb brushed against the bead of Sarah’s desire and she nearly screamed with the overwhelming pleasure that his touch brought. Quinn pumped his hips against her, thrusting more powerfully now as he stroked her clitoris. Sarah’s head fell back and her unbound hair tickled his thighs deliciously. Her release came thunderously, first eliciting a low moan from her mouth and then she called Quinn’s name again and again has he brought her to orgasm.
Sarah’s sheath quivered around his cock and when he knew that she had found orgasm, Quinn grabbed her hips and thrust powerfully into her. His body was racked with wave after wave of wondrous release as he spilled his seed deep within Sarah’s womb. The power of his orgasm shook him deeply. Never had he imagined that a woman could affect him this way.
Sarah crumpled against her husband’s chest and they held each other, listening to the erratic beating of their hearts in the quiet fire-light.
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“I canna wait tae get ye home, Mrs. Murray,” Quinn said as he nibbled playfully at Sarah’s neck.
They had lingered at the inn for most of the morning, enjoying their newfound happiness and relishing in the joy that they had found together. Mairi had joined them that morning and Sarah knew for a fact that she had never in her life been more happy. Her family was whole now.
“I’ve never been more ready in my life,” Sarah said smiling softly as she kissed her husband tenderly. She clutched Mairi against her chest as she followed Anna into the bright November morning, relishing the warmth of the unexpected sunlight against her skin.
Anna gasped and froze just outside the door of the inn.
“Anna!” Sarah called as she rushed outside to join her friend. “Are you alright? Is it the baby?” Sarah asked frantically.
“Get away from me ye son of a bitch!” Rowan yelled, rage seething in his voice.
Sarah’s eyes jumped over to where Rowan stood in front of the inn. He was in the midst of a heated confrontation with a man in a soldier’s uniform. Sarah’s eyes jumped back to Anna, who stood frozen in place with a look of absolute horror clouding her beautiful features. Her hands had gone reflexively to her belly.
Sarah struggled to figure out what was happening.
“Anna. Are you alright?” Sarah asked worriedly.
Anna shook her head. She couldn’t tear her eyes from her husband.
“Murdock,” she whispered, fear evident in her voice.
“Who’s Murdock,” Sarah asked frantically, desperately trying to sort out what was happening.
Quinn burst from inside the inn, running past the woman like the devil was at his heels.
Sarah’s heart thundered in her ears. Something was very wrong here! She gathered Mairi more closely against her breast.
“What are ye doing here?” Quinn roared at the man, pushing his brother back roughly behind him. “Calm down, Rowan,” he ordered, glowering at his younger brother over his shoulder.
“I’m passing though on assignment. We’ve gotten word that there is rebellion afoot with the savages and I’ve been sent…”
“There’s nae rebellion here. Keep moving and ye’ll get out of here alive. I let ye go last time, but since then I’ve regretted that decision,” Quinn thundered. He reached forward and grabbed Murdock’s coat, pulling the older man forward so that he could make his intentions clear.
“I thought that we’d settled our differences,” Murdock stammered as he fel
t the controlled power in Quinn’s grip. The wild look in the Scotsman’s eyes shook him to the core.
“I warned ye that if I ever were tae lay eyes on ye, I might no be able tae control myself,” Quinn raged. “I’d suggest that ye get on yer way and leave my family alone,” he said angrily as he pushed Murdock away roughly, causing him to stumble as he regained his balance.
Rowan launched himself at Murdock, punching him squarely in the jaw as he let loose a sound that was more animal than human.
“Ye son of a bitch!” he growled as he went after Murdock.
Quinn pulled his brother back roughly, his chest heaving with the effort that it took to restrain Rowan. Rowan was wild with rage.
“I made nae such promise tae leave ye be!” Rowan yelled at Murdock. The older man struggled to right his soldier’s coat and glanced hopefully over his shoulder. Had he known that he would encounter the Murray brothers, he would have never left the tavern unescorted.
“Rowan! Get a hold of yerself,” Quinn spoke tersely, his muscles straining with the effort that it took to hold Rowan back.
“I thought that we’d made our peace, Murray?” Murdock said more confidently now. He could tell that the oldest brother did not want further trouble today. “I’ve made amends for my trespasses against your family and I thought that you had accepted my humble apology.”
“Apology?” Rowan asked in disbelief. “Ye think that an apology is sufficient for what ye’ve done tae us?”
“Enough, Rowan,” Quinn seethed. “Look at Anna,” he whispered into his brother’s ear. “She needs ye. Look at her.”
Rowan’s eyes darted to where Anna stood in front of the inn. Her hands were on her belly, protecting their unborn child. Tears streamed down her face as she stood watching the scene play out before her. The fight went out of Rowan when he saw his wife. Quinn’s strategy had worked.
Rowan’s breathing slowed as his eyes locked with Anna’s. Exhaling slowly, he calmed himself, forcing the adrenaline in his veins to cool. He wanted to kill Murdock. Rowan knew that killing him would result in punishment from the English.
