was only his touch, making her writhe against the cold earth and cry out wordlessly. There was only Alexander. And when the pleasure ebbed, he was still there. She stared up at him with wide eyes, nearly breathless.
“Alexander…” she gasped, her voice barely a whisper.
He slowly withdrew his touch from between her legs, tracing a line down the inside of her left thigh with his fingertips. She responded automatically, opening her legs to his touch. He lowered himself between them, moving one of her legs aside gently, careful not to bump her broken foot. When he had settled between her thighs, he seized his kilt and raised it, momentarily revealing a flash of dark hair and a long piece of stiff flesh, gone reddish with desire. He embraced her, resting his hard cock against her dampened skin, ready to part the tingling folds and slide inside her. She placed her hands on his shoulders, gripping them tightly. This was it. This was what everyone had accused her of. And she couldn’t wait for it to happen.
Chapter Four
“Isla,” Alexander said.
“Aye?” It came out as more of a gasp than a word.
“Are ye sure? Are ye sure ye dinnae mind bein’ the lass that was bedded by a Gordon? Are ye sure…that ye want to be my wife?” His cock pulsed against the soft flesh of her inner thigh as he spoke, a hair’s breadth away from penetration.
“I havnae ever wanted anythin’ more,” she said, and it was true. The suggestion that she could still turn him away after receiving such a gift as his touch, after losing herself completely beneath it, seemed absurd to her. The climax he’d driven her to had been wonderful, but not completely satisfying. If anything, she only wanted him more now. If he could do that with his just hands, what would he be capable of when loosed upon her body, joined with it? And there was the fact that she wanted him —the essence of his person, his soul, she supposed—quite as much as she wanted his body. She knew now he was just as gorgeous on the inside as the outside, Gordon or no.
He entered her in one slow stroke, reaching deep inside as she gripped his shoulders. She pressed her mouth to his neck and bit down to stifle a cry as her core stretched to accommodate his considerable presence. God, it did hurt! She’d known when she’d seen his cock tenting his kilt, when she’d felt its length in her hand, that it couldn’t possibly fit inside her painlessly. How it ached! With pain…and with pleasure. And, as he pulled back, with longing for him to slide in deeply again, to fill her. It didn’t make any sense. But then, the fact that she was lying beneath a Gordon on the forest floor wouldn’t have made any sense to her a few hours ago. But she was glad she was. God, she was glad.
“Oh, Isla…” Alexander moaned, driving himself deep into her again.
She gasped beneath him. The pain was beginning to lessen with every stroke, but a deep one like that…well, it filled her with a different kind of ache. The place inside her he’d touched with the tip of his cock throbbed as he pulled away, almost hurting as she longed to feel him force his way there again. She shuddered when he granted her unspoken wish and gripped his shoulders more tightly, inadvertently squeezing water from the fabric beneath her hands.
He bowed his head and pressed his mouth against hers, roughly parting her lips with his tongue and delving deep inside. She kissed him back and he bore down on her, moving faster, with less care and more urgency. Her tongue slipped against his as he withdrew and plunged in again, mimicking the motions that were rocking her hips below.
She was clawing his shoulders in earnest now. She arched beneath him and the kiss was broken. Her saliva gleamed on his lips, causing them to glisten in the daylight as he tossed back his head, dark strands of his hair flying. He was moving so hard inside her that it hurt again, but in a way that made her want more.
One of her fingernails tore
“Alexander…” she gasped, her voice barely a whisper.
He slowly withdrew his touch from between her legs, tracing a line down the inside of her left thigh with his fingertips. She responded automatically, opening her legs to his touch. He lowered himself between them, moving one of her legs aside gently, careful not to bump her broken foot. When he had settled between her thighs, he seized his kilt and raised it, momentarily revealing a flash of dark hair and a long piece of stiff flesh, gone reddish with desire. He embraced her, resting his hard cock against her dampened skin, ready to part the tingling folds and slide inside her. She placed her hands on his shoulders, gripping them tightly. This was it. This was what everyone had accused her of. And she couldn’t wait for it to happen.
Chapter Four
“Isla,” Alexander said.
“Aye?” It came out as more of a gasp than a word.
“Are ye sure? Are ye sure ye dinnae mind bein’ the lass that was bedded by a Gordon? Are ye sure…that ye want to be my wife?” His cock pulsed against the soft flesh of her inner thigh as he spoke, a hair’s breadth away from penetration.
“I havnae ever wanted anythin’ more,” she said, and it was true. The suggestion that she could still turn him away after receiving such a gift as his touch, after losing herself completely beneath it, seemed absurd to her. The climax he’d driven her to had been wonderful, but not completely satisfying. If anything, she only wanted him more now. If he could do that with his just hands, what would he be capable of when loosed upon her body, joined with it? And there was the fact that she wanted him —the essence of his person, his soul, she supposed—quite as much as she wanted his body. She knew now he was just as gorgeous on the inside as the outside, Gordon or no.
He entered her in one slow stroke, reaching deep inside as she gripped his shoulders. She pressed her mouth to his neck and bit down to stifle a cry as her core stretched to accommodate his considerable presence. God, it did hurt! She’d known when she’d seen his cock tenting his kilt, when she’d felt its length in her hand, that it couldn’t possibly fit inside her painlessly. How it ached! With pain…and with pleasure. And, as he pulled back, with longing for him to slide in deeply again, to fill her. It didn’t make any sense. But then, the fact that she was lying beneath a Gordon on the forest floor wouldn’t have made any sense to her a few hours ago. But she was glad she was. God, she was glad.
“Oh, Isla…” Alexander moaned, driving himself deep into her again.
She gasped beneath him. The pain was beginning to lessen with every stroke, but a deep one like that…well, it filled her with a different kind of ache. The place inside her he’d touched with the tip of his cock throbbed as he pulled away, almost hurting as she longed to feel him force his way there again. She shuddered when he granted her unspoken wish and gripped his shoulders more tightly, inadvertently squeezing water from the fabric beneath her hands.
He bowed his head and pressed his mouth against hers, roughly parting her lips with his tongue and delving deep inside. She kissed him back and he bore down on her, moving faster, with less care and more urgency. Her tongue slipped against his as he withdrew and plunged in again, mimicking the motions that were rocking her hips below.
She was clawing his shoulders in earnest now. She arched beneath him and the kiss was broken. Her saliva gleamed on his lips, causing them to glisten in the daylight as he tossed back his head, dark strands of his hair flying. He was moving so hard inside her that it hurt again, but in a way that made her want more.
One of her fingernails tore
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