Plead Forgiveness (Loyalty Series) (48 page)

As Gavin carried her to the bed, he lovingly massaged
her taut bottom and lithe thighs, while his mouth devoured hers. With
gentleness, he lowered her to the bed then proceeded to trail hot, wet kisses
down her throat and neck. Aware that he was cradled in between her legs only
heightened his ravenous need to claim her. However, he would not take her until
her fire equaled his own. Only then would he join their bodies to share the cataclysmic
end of their mating.

When his hands caressed her swollen breasts, Ella
arched her body, craving his touch and heat. Unexpectedly, brisk air rushed
over her feverish body. Upon opening her eyes, she saw Gavin knelt between her
bent knees, looking at her as if he had never seen her before.

The sight of his naked wife took his breath away.
While worshiping her with his eyes, his hands slid down her taut body. He drank
in the sight and feel of her flat stomach, slender hips and sleek thighs. In a husky
voice, he said slowly, “My God, ye are so beautiful.”

With a smile on her face, Ella sat up and boldly
grabbed the back of his neck. “Kiss me, husband.” She did not wait for his
reply as she hungrily crushed her lips to his, then both their bodies sank into
the bed.

Gavin felt a fierce possessiveness take hold at
hearing the woman in his arms call him husband. He kissed his way down her body
to her breast, taking each rosy nipple into his mouth and suckling them until
they were hard as pebbles. Hearing her encouraging moans, his mouth moved lower
to taste the soft skin of her belly and hips.

When his head disappeared, Ella thought to protest,
but lost all ability to speak. Her fingers curled in his hair as the tremors
came faster and harder, reaching for some unknown goal.

The tension was so great that panic took hold.“Gavin!”

“Dinna hold back, nae from me, nae from this.”

Gavin almost spilled his seed when he felt her
scorching heat. Tearing away his kilt, he moved up her body and in a strained
voice said, “I canna wait any longer, my love.”

“Neither can I,” she moaned and felt his hardness
press into her.

Slowly guiding himself into her, he instantly felt her
pulsating warmth, and groaned knowing she was one thrust away from her release.

“Look at me,” he demanded as his whole body tensed in
anticipation of being inside her, and watching her explosive climax.

When her pleading, passion glazed eyes locked with
his, he thrust into her burning core, so deep that he was embedded all the way
to the hilt. His control snapped when she cried out his name and felt her earth
shattering release.

Gavin raised her hands above her head, entwining his
fingers with hers, then began the slow sensual rhythm. He took her fiercely
with insatiable desire, and all the love in his heart.

Tightening her legs around his waist, Ella cried,
“Don’t stop! Please, Gavin!”

“I want ye so badly, want to. . . .”

“Aye.”

The way she responded to him unleashed his predatory
need for the woman who had stolen his heart. Like wild animals, their
lovemaking was ravenous, until ecstasy was upon them. Her second release came
in an eruption of sensation, followed by his last explosive thrust. Clinging to
each other as if they fear to be parted, they rode the waves of euphoria,
breathless and sated.

Gavin was so in awe of the overpowering passion they
had shared, he was unable to speak for long moments. When he finally raised
himself onto his elbows and his eyes locked with hers, they simultaneously
smiled at one another.

Giving her swollen lips a tender kiss, he then asked,
“Did I hurt ye, love? Was there any pain?”

Ella’s heart melted at hearing the endearment as well
as the concern in his voice. “Nae, I feel . . . wonderful!”

Chuckling at her dazed expression, he said, “I must be
certain I dinna hurt ye.”

Before she could ask how he intended to do that, he
left her body and the bed, then walked over to the washbasin to wet a small
piece of linen. When he returned, he had to pry the covers away she used to
conceal her nudity.

In a teasing voice, Gavin said, “Such modesty has nae
place in are bed, especially since that magnificent body of yers excites me
like nae other.”

His praise made her confident enough to allow him to
cleanse her body, but when she saw his intense gaze she asked, “What are ye looking
for?”

“Blood. Ye were so tight, I thought I might have . . .
” His sentence trailed off, satisfied with what he saw. After cleaning himself,
he slid back into the bed and pulled her close. With her head and hand resting
on his chest, he sighed in contentment.

“What made ye come to me tonight? After the way I
treated ye-”

Ella put her fingers to his lips and said, “Nae,
Gavin. Ye have treated me better than I deserve. I was wrong to blame you for
the deaths of my aunt and uncle. I know that now. You risked your life to try
to save them, and were prepared to give them a home as well as your protection
for the remainder of their days. I . . . I . . .”

The feel of his fingers stroking her cheek, gave her
added strength to continue. “Everything happened so fast, and I was so
confused. Please, forgive me.”

Gavin stopped her words with a kiss, then said in a
soothing voice, “Nae, little one. I lied to ye, and more than once. For that I
am truly sorry. ‘Twas nae honorable, but given the choice again between my
honor and ye, I would choose ye.”

He readjusted her so she was lying atop him, then
asked, “Now, what made ye come to my chamber this night?”

At seeing her bite her bottom lip, he grinned and
said, “Ye heard what I said to that bitch.”

Ella nodded, then explained, “When I returned from
delivering Rachel’s bairn early this morn, she was just leaving the chamber
across from yours. I . . . I had learned that ye kept yer. . . ah . . . leman
in that chamber before ye wed me. And when I saw Alice, she said you ordered
her to return to the chambers she occupied before I arrived. While I was
bathing, she also said things that made me believe that . . that . . .”

Cupping her face with his massive hands, Gavin said,
“Trust me when I say, that once I had ye in my life, I wanted nae other. I
dinna deny she occupied my bed on occasion afore I brought ye home. When the
rain was heavy last eve, she asked if she could stay within the castle. I told
her she could stay below stairs, in the servant’s quarters. I dinna ken that
she had taken the chamber across from mine, especially since I spent the night
in the hall waiting for ye to return.”

“You spent the night in the hall just for me?”

“Aye, I knew ye had nae slept nor eaten, and I became
worried.” Pausing briefly, he then added, “I will ne’er shame ye. I saw what
that kind of shame did to my mother, and what it did to our family. I want
better for the woman I wed, for ye. And since ye heard all of what I said to
Alice, ye know she will nae longer be able to hurt ye or any other.” He smiled
when he said in a gentle tone, “I am proud of ye for the way ye defended Thea.”

“You should have given me more time with her,” Ella
admitted then felt his booming laughter as she kissed his vibrating chest.

Her kisses made his appetite for her return full
force. Not giving her time to protest, he cupped her backside and said, “Time
to ride, lass.”

“Ride?”

“Aye, wife. Here, let me assist ye to mount.”

Ella found herself impaled and completely filled, and
although she was unsure of this method, she soon caught on and found herself
enjoying the control from the new position. She moved slowly at first, watching
his hands move over her breasts and hips, urging her to ride him faster.

Gavin was in heaven watching the spectacular view of
his wife’s exquisite body. At that moment he wished for another pair of hands,
so he could fondle both breast as well as her perfectly curved buttock.

They made love long into the night, each soaring to an
awesome, shuddering ecstasy, then collapsing into each other’s arms. She was
still sprawled on top of him when sleep claimed her, then with tenderness he
moved her so her back was pressed to his chest, her sweet derriere nestled
against his groin. He stroked her hip and thigh, as if to reassure himself she
was still there, until he, too, surrendered to sleep.

Ella woke the next morning with her head pillowed on
Gavin chest, her body snuggled into his side. After rubbing the sleep from her
eyes, she noted that he was still asleep and looked more handsome than any man
had a right to. She lowered her head back on his bare chest, and moved the
blanket that covered them down so she could stroke his finely sculpted abdomen.

Curiosity stirred when she decided to take the
opportunity that presented itself by peeking at the part of her husband she had
yet to see, only feel. She had only seen the male sex on small children and
bairns, but now that she was married, she assumed she was granted that right.
With light fingers, she lifted the plaid to see his sex, and almost gasped out
loud when she saw that it was getting larger.

Quickly replacing the cover to its previous state, she
was horrified to see that it was making a tent out of the plaid. She bit her
bottom lip as she tried to pull the plaid down, in hopes it would make what lay
beneath go down as well. The tent only continued to grow. She lifted the plaid
again and was astonished at the size.
Dear God, did that really fit inside
of me.

Suddenly, she felt her husband’s entire body start to
shake, then heard highly amused laughter fill the air.

“Is there something I can help ye with, wife?”

Closing her eyes as tightly as she could, Ella shook
her head as she slowly lowered the plaid to cover his nether region. She was so
embarrassed at being caught, that she did not turn to face him.

“Ye can open yer eyes, little one?”

His sweet tone made her turn to look at him, and when
she saw the pompous expression, she giggled.

“You must think I am a complete wanton.”

Gavin cupped the back of her head and kissed her
before saying, “I think ye are a beautiful wanton.”

His irresistible smile made her mouth curve into an
unconscious grin as she said, “If that is what you think, you have only
yourself to blame.”

“I dinna deny that fact.”

“Careful Macleod, your pride his showing,” she said as
she turn to get out of the bed.

Hauling her back into his arms, with his chest to her
back, Gavin said, “Aye, I do have pride . . . in my wife.”

He caressed her breasts, then her lean belly, and then
lower.

“Gavin?”

“With ye naked in my bed, I will be hard as a rock
every morn.”

“I did that to you.”

Her naivety and innocence pleased him as well as
aroused him. “Aye.”

Ella wiggled her backside against his hardest part of
his body, and when she heard him groan, she was filled with excitement. His arousing,
skillful touch heated her flesh with sensual need. Yet, when she tried to turn
and face him, he denied her silent request.

With morning light streaming through the window, he
would have a clear view of the scars that marred her back. Although she
desperately wanted to advert his gaze, the thought was pushed aside as she
yielded to his experienced hands.

Gavin slowly entered her, bending her legs further so
that he could delve deeper into her heavenly pool. He heard a slight gasp, but
assumed it was from the new position and erotic sensation. He continued to
stroke her as he surged and retreated like and ocean tide until she was
breathing heavy and moaning for more.

The slight tenderness that Ella felt when he began to
make love to her was instantly replaced with sweet agony. Their bodies found an
exquisite harmony for long, breath taking moments before crying out their
release and exploding in a downpour of fiery sensations.

They clung to each other like vines intertwined in a
tree, savoring the feel of uncontrollable joy and contentment in the aftermath.
Yet, the peace they captured together was short-lived.

When Gavin pulled out of her warm body, she let out a
gasp of discomfort, similar to the one he had heard moments ago. Pushing her to
her back, he asked, “Why dinna ye tell me ye were sore this morn? I would nae
have made love to ye again if I knew it would pain ye.”

“The pain was minimal and brief, coming only in the
beginning and just now,” Ella said as she stroked his cheek.

“In future, wife, ye will tell me when ye are too
tender to make love. I dinna want to hurt.”

She kissed his chin, then said, “Aye, but the small
amount of pain was worth the pleasure ye gave me, husband.”

His frown of concern was replaced with an arrogant
smile. “I enjoy hearing ye call me, husband.”

“As I enjoy you calling me wife,” she chuckled. “Now,
I believe I should return to my chamber. I would not want Maeve to come and
find my chamber empty. They do not know that we . . . that I . . um . . .that
we-”