by Fiona Faris
Her brain could not comprehend anything else except his lapping at her core like a parched man. His tongue licked from the bottom of her slit up until -
“Ohh,” she shivered. What had he done to her now?
He licked her down to up again but this time, he settled on her pleasure nub. Lorraine felt the wetness between her legs increase even more. How was that possible? Especially when he had just sucked on her?
Lorraine was done battling. She gave into her need to thrust, hoping to erase the ache that she knew not how to soothe.
Daividh watched her moan and twist beneath him. She was wet, and warm, and delicious. He knew he needed to take his time with her but it was so hard. He increased the pace of his tongue, enjoying her exquisite taste. He saw her knees buckle, he saw her hips raise, and he knew she was close.
Lorraine felt her pleasure build. His tongue lapped at her and drove her crazy filling her with pleasure until she could take no more. She lifted her hips and thrust to meet his movements.
Her orgasm took her by surprise. She fell to their makeshift bed softly and writhed while calling out his name.
Her body burned and yet she didn’t want to stop. The currents passed through her, toying with her until she lay exhausted.
But Daividh was not done with her. Slowly, he slid in a finger into her.
Lorraine felt her tiredness melt away. She wanted more. “Oh, Daividh!” she cried out, feeling desperate, “Do nae stop, please!”
“Say me name again!” he ordered her.
“Daividh!”
Slowly, he withdrew his finger then thrust it back into her, in then out then in then out then in…
“Daividh, Daividh, Daividh!” she cried out, panting.
She had found what she yearned for and she was desperate to keep it.
She couldn’t breathe but that didn’t matter so much. All that nattered was that he didn’t stop. If he did, she would-
She felt his finger slip out of her and frustration filled her. She was about to lift her head when she felt something at her entrance.
Alarmed, she sat up. Daividh had shed himself of his breeches and his shaft was naked and bare. Lorraine gasped. It was huge. Was that supposed to go inside her?
Suddenly, fear filled her.
“Daividh?” she looked up to him, “Will it hurt?”
“Only at first,” he said.
Lorraine said nothing.
“We can stop now, if ye are nae ready. I will wait.”
Lorraine paused and then shook her head. “I trust ye,” she said. She took his hand in hers and pulled him over her as she lay down.
Daividh positioned himself at her entrance. His shaft felt so large compared to her little figure. He bent and kissed her lips, loosening her nerves and soothing her. When she was relaxed, he thrust gently into her.
She felt the searing hot pain first and cried out, clinging onto him. She shut her eyes willing the pain to disappear.
“I’m sorry,” he was saying, “so sorry, me love.”
The pain blinded her and for a minute, she couldn’t think. However, it soon faded away and in its stead was pleasure. She opened her eyes and saw his concerned ones peering into hers. Her chest filled with love for a man who didn’t know just how much she loved him.
“’Tis fine now,” she told him.
Her smile gave him confidence and so, he smiled too.
Gently, he began to thrust into her. Lorraine’s eyes closed once more as she allowed herself to get lost in his movements.
Daividh could not resist. Grunting, he pushed himself deeper in her, relishing her soft moans. Lorraine wrapped her legs around him. It was instinctive and he drove deeper into her but she would not let him go.
Their pace was slow, torturous, and sweet.
“Ye are an angel, me love,” he whispered hoarsely in her ears. When had a woman made him want as she did? Never. The answer was never.
Their pace picked up and the sound of their sweaty skins slapping against each other filled the cozy cave.
“Daividh!” she cried as his thrusts picked up an even faster pace. “Do nae stop,” she begged.
Daividh obliged her.
Lorraine lifted her hips to meet his every thrust and in no time, they were both breathing heavily. Daividh felt his need grow and he bade his mind to wait.
“I need ye to come for me again,” he told her.
Lorraine knew what he meant. Her pleasure was picking up again, slowly, and she was helpless to stop it.
“I will,” she moaned but Daividh had other plans.
He pulled out from her and turned her around until her tummy was pressed against the fur clothes. He lay over her, resting his weight on his arm. With one hand, he parted her legs and bent to whisper in her ears. “I want to hear ye say me name,”
“Nay,” she said, playfully burying her head into the clothes.
Daividh grinned despite himself and guided his shaft into her.
“Lift yer hips for me, me love.”
Lorraine obliged. “Oh…oh!” she moaned.
He drove into her deeply before pulling out a little way and thrusting back into her. In mere moments, he was thrusting into her as fast as he could, her soft bottom pounding against his groin.
“Daividh!” she called out, “Please, oh Daividh!” She held on to him. She didn’t want him to stop. She was so close.
It took only a few more thrusts from him to bring her over the edge.
“Oh!” she thrashed beneath him again, reeling in her orgasm.
He thrust into her only once more before his orgasm came. He groaned as he came, feeling his legs buckle beneath him. He expelled his seed into her warmth, with a distant thought that he had never come inside a woman before her. He fell by her side and pulled her to him, exhausted. The pair cuddled up together and in a moment, fell asleep in each other’s arms.
Chapter Twenty-One
Neither Daividh nor Lorraine awoke till much later in the afternoon. Daividh awoke before her and spent a moment admiring her before he woke her.
“Lorraine,” he said placing a kiss on her eyelids. “Wake up, me love,” he urged her, “Ye have to wake. We have to go.”
Lorraine was awake at once. She opened her eyes and it took her only a moment to recollect what had happened. She had gotten intimate with a man – with Daividh. Hadn’t she become just another one of those women whom he could get easily?
“Lorraine?” he called again.
“Aye,” she said, “sorry.”
She found it hard to meet his gaze so she looked away. Then she plastered a fake smile on her face so she wasn’t so easy to read. She reached for her chemise and put it on. Covering her breasts from him made her feel slightly better. Perhaps she would feel even better if she was clothed fully. Still avoiding his gaze, she scanned their makeshift bed for her blouse and felt a small bit of relief when she found it. She picked it up and was about to pull it over her head when she had it snatched out of her hands.
Reluctantly, she lifted her eyes to Daividh’s. His eyes were filled with worry and – regret?
She looked away again. She could stand knowing that he didn’t love her. But she couldn’t stand hearing him call what had happened between them a mistake.
His finger came under her jaw and he tilted her head up so her eyes met his.
“What is amiss?” he asked her.
“Nothin’,” she said, and tried to look away, but he wouldn’t let her.
“Lorraine?” he asked worried, “Do ye regret what happened?”
“Nay!” she said quickly, “Nay. I thought you might, and no man has ever seen me this way. I do nae ken how to act.” She looked away.
Daividh pulled her to him until she was seated in his lap. Then, he rested her head against his chest. “I do nae regret what happened, Lorraine. Who regrets somethin’ like this?”
“I wouldnae ken,” she said. “Ye would. Ye didnae look like an amateur,” she added, letting jealousy get the best
of her.
Behind her, she heard him chuckle and turned to him, betrayed.
“Do ye find me funny?”
“Ye just told me ye enjoyed what we did. I think a man is entitled to enjoy such a compliment.”
But she wasn’t amused and her eyes said so.
“Lorraine,” he sighed. “I’m sorry ye feel that way. I do nae regret anything that happened between us,” he reassured her. “Aye, I have been with other women,” he nodded.
Lorraine felt her heart clench, but he wasn’t done talking.
“But none of them have been like that. I have never put meself into a woman without a sheath. After what we did, ye could get with child,” he told her.
Lorraine swayed a little. “A child?” Her own baby? She knew it wasn’t certain but up until that moment with him, she had never imagined a child of her own.
“Aye,” he said, “Ye ken how these things work. Ye could be with child and ye couldnae be. But there is that possibility. I have ne’er done that with another woman.”
Something about his voice made her believe him and so, it was easy for her to settle into him and hide her face once more.
“What is amiss?” he asked again.
“I have nae done this before,” she said.
“Aye,” he put his arms around her, ’Tis nae a thin’ to be ashamed of, Lorraine. This will stay between us both. Do ye think me a man to tell of what goes on in private between a man and woman?”
Lorraine shook her head. “Nay.”
“Good, trust me,” he requested, “If ye want nothin’ to do with me, I cannae promise that I will leave ye be. Perhaps, I will give ye a little space but I will be back for what I consider mine.”
Mine. Mine. He called me his. Lorraine’s heart soared.
“I have never been with another woman the way I have been with ye, Lorraine.”
“Even Alison?” she asked then groaned, “Ye do nae need to answer that. ’Tis nae me place to ask.”
“Alison and I were a match that should ne’er have been made. Me da had suggested it and since I ne’er thought I would have a woman I wanted to marry, I agreed to it. If it makes ye feel better, I ne’er even kissed her lips.”
It did make her feel better but she hated how vulnerable she suddenly felt. “Ye do nae need to answer,” she said.
“Nay, I do. I would want to ken of any men ye kissed before me.”
“Why?”
“So I can kill them.”
Lorraine laughed. “Do nae be silly. Herbert is a perfectly nice man.”
He spun her around faster than she could blink. His hard eyes bored into hers. “Who’s Herbert?”
She could barely control her laughter and when he realized that he had been taken in, he glared at her. It was extremely sweet how possessive he got of her.
“Ye think ye are funny?”
“Aye, I do.”
He shook his head. “I do nae share what is mine, Lorraine.” His voice was low and deep. It sent a shiver down her spine.
However, Lorraine said nothing. Perhaps, she thought, perhaps, it would not be so bad to be someone’s.
They dressed in silence and when they were done, they headed back to the lake. In the cool early evening breeze, they dined on the meal that Kyla had packed for Daividh. They were ravenous and soon, it was all gone.
It was a beautiful evening and even more special for them both. All too soon, it was time for them both to head home.
“I do nae want to let ye go,” he said, and pulled her to him.
Lorraine didn’t know if his words and possessiveness or his touch pleased her more. However, she said nothing. She was so happy that she feared she would jinx it.
Daividh rode with her to Anton’s house that evening. Anton, who was waiting to receive her exchanged greetings with Daividh and much to Lorraine’s annoyance, extracted a promise from him that stated that a servant would follow her home. She knew there would be no getting out of it.
When Anton gave them a moment alone to exchange goodbyes, sadness filled her. She didn’t want to leave him.
“Ye will be safe, will ye nae?” she asked him.
“Aye, he nodded and if ye need me, ye will come for me?”
“I will nae need ye.”
“But if ye do?”
“I will,” she conceded.
“Good.” He nodded, satisfied. “I will miss ye,” he said to her.
“I will miss ye,” she said, and her eyes revealed how much.
“I will miss ye more,” he said, and left.
Ye will miss me, Lorraine said to herself, but ye do nae love me.
It was bittersweet, she realized. But she would not push. She would be grateful for what they had while it lasted. She would also pray to the gods for the strength to push forward when it ended. Lorraine sighed to herself deeply. She would concentrate on the horse, something she knew she could control.
Although slight, Lorraine knew that the horse was improving. Anton saw it too. He stood be calmly as she prepared the mixture that would be fed to the horse. First, she gave him food for sustenance and then she fed him the drug.
Ash was a smart horse. He seemed to know what the food was meant for and he made it easier for her to feed it to him. Lorraine knew she wasn’t imagining the increased patience and gentleness he showed.
She stroked his head when he was done and was delighted to see him respond. However, that wasn’t proof enough that he was getting better. He needed to either attempt to stand or to eat again.
“’Tis too early to say if the treatment is working,” she said to Anton, “We will give it three days more. If there is nay visible change, then we will amputate it.”
“Ash is getting better,” Anton said, “’Tis obvious in his aura.”
Lorraine believed it too, but it was only a gut feeling. “Let us see.”
Lorraine finished up feeding the horse then promised to show up the next day. As she had expected, a servant had been waiting to take her home even though darkness hadn’t come.
When Daividh arrived at the castle, it was still late in the evening. He knew that he needed to see Glenn. Perhaps, he had been too harsh on his friend that morning. There were better ways to exit the bet. He hadn’t had to be so curt about it. Even worse, the fact that he hadn’t considered an inside attack had endangered his friend. He would never have forgiven himself if things had gone south and Glenn had been harmed.
Glenn wasn’t on duty at the castle and so, Daividh had had a quick wash and headed to his manor. The ride to Glenn’s house wasn’t a long one but it gave him time to think.
Lorraine. Had he cared for a woman the way he cared for her? The answer was simple – he hadn’t. And even worse, he was happy about it. It was easy to understand, if he was honest. There wasn’t a woman like her. He didn’t understand how one woman could have it all.
She was gorgeous. She was gorgeous and she didn’t know it. He could feel his loins ache when he thought of the things he would like to do to her. He wanted her, he yearned for her and he was having the sneaking suspicion that he needed her. He needed her smile, her wit, her wisdom, her bravery, he needed her.
Marry her.
The thought came like a jolt. Marry Lorraine? He imagined being her husband. He imagined waking up every morning beside her beautiful body and being able to have her whenever he wanted. Then, he imagined having children with her, little lads and lasses that would run around the house. It made quite a lot of sense, he decided.
They got along amazingly well on and off the bed – they had proven that. He would take care of her and he would protect her. She would have all the money she wanted and she would be able to help as many animals as she wanted. It made perfect sense. It was a mutually beneficial union. He would have a hard time convincing her but he would. She was his and he didn’t share.
Glenn came out to welcome him the moment he arrived. It was obvious that his guards had seen him coming.
“Brother,” Daividh greeted
.
“Ye are back,” Glenn extended his hand and they shook hands.
“Aye,” he nodded. He was glad to see that Glenn was not upset with him. The possibility had crossed his mind.
