And, saints help me, I dinnae want to say ‘nae’.
“Are ye trying to seduce me?” Again he turned his attention to her hair, stroking the fall of it as it rippled through his fingers. His eyes, when they met hers, blazed with mockery. “Or do ye think to escape?”
“Nae. I dinnae wish to escape.” She leaned closer, yearning to feel his hands on her. With a deft move, he turned her beneath him, nuzzling her neck as he nipped lightly at the soft skin there. She arched against his aroused body, reveling in his groaned response. His lips bruised hers, crushing them hungrily as his tongue slipped inside her mouth. She twined her arms about his neck and returned his kiss with fervor.
He drew back, stroking the back of his hand across her cheek. “Are ye a faerie princess to so tempt me?”
“Tempt ye? With a wee kiss?” Her laugh rippled low in her throat and his eyes darkened.
“I dinnae know who taught ye about making love, lass, but kissing is just the beginning.”
Brianna’s heart quickened its beat. No one taught me this .
He lowered his head and brushed his mouth against hers, this time gently catching her lower lip in his teeth. A low groan rumbled deep in his chest and she caught her breath at the sensation. He slid his lips down her neck, kissing the frantically beating pulse. He lifted her shirt away from her body, pushing it up to bare her belly, raining kisses on her exposed skin. She writhed beneath him, breathless and shocked as his mouth dipped lower.
With barely a pause, he stripped away her borrowed clothing, his hands warming her bared skin, teasing her to a fever pitch. She squelched the tiny voice in her head, ignoring its warning. Her brief married life had never approached this soul-quenching pleasure, and she ached to follow it to fulfillment. She knew what she wanted, and it was here, now, and so close to her grasp she could scarcely breathe. His mouth covered her breast, teeth teasing a taut nipple, and she was lost.
She whimpered as he pulled away, but her interest flared as he discarded his leine and leggings, baring himself to her gaze. He knelt between her legs, sliding himself along her length as he trailed kisses up her body. She arched against him and he plunged inside her. Her fingernails dug into his shoulders at his short, quick strokes, and pleasure swirled deep in her belly. Suddenly, a shout tore from him. He shuddered for several long moments, then stilled. With a groan, he rolled off of her and dropped to the plaide beside her. One arm pulled her against him, and in two short breaths, he was fast asleep. Brianna gaped at him, astounded.
Chapter 7
Brianna’s chest rose and fell in quick bursts, and she blinked in confusion. What just happened? Does this deep longing make things worse? She had no words to adequately explain her sense of loss at just the point the laird spent himself. Something slipped from her grasp, and she could not name it. At least with Mungo I dinnae care when he finished quickly . She stared at the man beside her.
He grunted in his sleep and reached for her. She stiffened at his touch, wondering at the flames still streaking along her skin and the tightness low in her belly.
Men. No care for anything but their own pleasure .
With a low snort of frustration, Brianna slipped to her feet. The laird muttered and rolled toward her and she saw his eyes glitter from beneath slitted lids. She gave a start. He was no longer asleep and her chance of escape was near gone.
Moonlight glinted on steel. She lunged to his pile of clothing and grabbed the leather-wrapped hilt of his sword, protruding amid the jumble. Testing the cold weight of it, heavy yet carefully balanced, she rolled it over in her hands, tip poised at the hollow between his throat and chest. His eyes widened. He started to sit up, forearms scrabbling on the ground, but Brianna lifted her elbow in warning. He stilled, understanding it would take only an instant to thrust the sword deep
“Are ye trying to seduce me?” Again he turned his attention to her hair, stroking the fall of it as it rippled through his fingers. His eyes, when they met hers, blazed with mockery. “Or do ye think to escape?”
“Nae. I dinnae wish to escape.” She leaned closer, yearning to feel his hands on her. With a deft move, he turned her beneath him, nuzzling her neck as he nipped lightly at the soft skin there. She arched against his aroused body, reveling in his groaned response. His lips bruised hers, crushing them hungrily as his tongue slipped inside her mouth. She twined her arms about his neck and returned his kiss with fervor.
He drew back, stroking the back of his hand across her cheek. “Are ye a faerie princess to so tempt me?”
“Tempt ye? With a wee kiss?” Her laugh rippled low in her throat and his eyes darkened.
“I dinnae know who taught ye about making love, lass, but kissing is just the beginning.”
Brianna’s heart quickened its beat. No one taught me this .
He lowered his head and brushed his mouth against hers, this time gently catching her lower lip in his teeth. A low groan rumbled deep in his chest and she caught her breath at the sensation. He slid his lips down her neck, kissing the frantically beating pulse. He lifted her shirt away from her body, pushing it up to bare her belly, raining kisses on her exposed skin. She writhed beneath him, breathless and shocked as his mouth dipped lower.
With barely a pause, he stripped away her borrowed clothing, his hands warming her bared skin, teasing her to a fever pitch. She squelched the tiny voice in her head, ignoring its warning. Her brief married life had never approached this soul-quenching pleasure, and she ached to follow it to fulfillment. She knew what she wanted, and it was here, now, and so close to her grasp she could scarcely breathe. His mouth covered her breast, teeth teasing a taut nipple, and she was lost.
She whimpered as he pulled away, but her interest flared as he discarded his leine and leggings, baring himself to her gaze. He knelt between her legs, sliding himself along her length as he trailed kisses up her body. She arched against him and he plunged inside her. Her fingernails dug into his shoulders at his short, quick strokes, and pleasure swirled deep in her belly. Suddenly, a shout tore from him. He shuddered for several long moments, then stilled. With a groan, he rolled off of her and dropped to the plaide beside her. One arm pulled her against him, and in two short breaths, he was fast asleep. Brianna gaped at him, astounded.
Chapter 7
Brianna’s chest rose and fell in quick bursts, and she blinked in confusion. What just happened? Does this deep longing make things worse? She had no words to adequately explain her sense of loss at just the point the laird spent himself. Something slipped from her grasp, and she could not name it. At least with Mungo I dinnae care when he finished quickly . She stared at the man beside her.
He grunted in his sleep and reached for her. She stiffened at his touch, wondering at the flames still streaking along her skin and the tightness low in her belly.
Men. No care for anything but their own pleasure .
With a low snort of frustration, Brianna slipped to her feet. The laird muttered and rolled toward her and she saw his eyes glitter from beneath slitted lids. She gave a start. He was no longer asleep and her chance of escape was near gone.
Moonlight glinted on steel. She lunged to his pile of clothing and grabbed the leather-wrapped hilt of his sword, protruding amid the jumble. Testing the cold weight of it, heavy yet carefully balanced, she rolled it over in her hands, tip poised at the hollow between his throat and chest. His eyes widened. He started to sit up, forearms scrabbling on the ground, but Brianna lifted her elbow in warning. He stilled, understanding it would take only an instant to thrust the sword deep
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