Stolen Vows (28 page)

His breath was whispering hotly against her ear.  It was making her feel the strangest butterfly feeling in her stomach. 

“I can make it good for ye,” Roan promised huskily.  “Really good,” he panted, and Isla
really
didn’t have a clue what he was talking about, and didn’t much care so long as he didn’t let her go.  She wasn’t quite sure that her legs would take her weight anymore; being this close to him was intoxicating.

“Can ye?” she gasped dizzily, still completely in the dark, but she was listing towards him.  Moving until her bosom brushed his chest, which caused a thrill to shiver through Isla’s body.  She tilted her head offering her lips to him.  “Like - like when ye kissed me?” she whispered shyly.

Roan chuckled, which sent further shivers ricocheting through his wife’s body.  “A little better than that I hope, lass,” he grinned predatorily.  He feigned a look of deep deliberation.  “Let me start by kissing ye properly at least,” he murmured thickly. 

He dipped his head slowly, giving Isla the chance to pull away from him if she wished.  Only she didn’t pull away, and felt herself rewarded for standing her ground when Roan’s lips fluttered against her own.  There was something more insistent about their pressure this time.  He peppered her mouth with searing little bussing as he let his arms wrap around Isla’s waist. 

She shuddered when one of his hands came to rest on the small of her back, so large and warm, gently coaxing her to move a little closer towards him.  Until now, her own hands had been resting somewhat awkwardly against Roan’s chest, but very slowly, seizing her courage as she reveled in the delicate ministrations of her husband’s mouth, she looped them around his neck.  Roan murmured his approval, and then dared to intensify his efforts a fraction. 

Isla felt his tongue tease the seam of her lips.  Roan didn’t force her to accept him however, simply flicked languidly, tracing the shape of her plump lips until Isla felt like she was melting, until it seemed the most natural thing in the world to part her lips and invite him to continue his tender explorations.

She tensed, surprised and embarrassed to hear herself moan with a need she couldn’t explain as her husband’s tongue slipped inside her mouth, but Isla relaxed when Roan didn’t appear displeased by her enthusiasm.  His tongue surged deeper, and Isla thought that they must be standing far too close to the fire, because she felt like she was burning up. 

And then she stopped thinking all together, driven by instinct instead.

She
needed
to move, she
needed
to react.  She flicked her tongue in answer to Roan’s kiss, and shuddered when he groaned in response.  Her hands, similarly, refused to stay passive any longer, one moved from the nap of Roan’s neck to bury itself in his thick, dark hair, while the other stroked its way down his back. 

Somehow it wasn’t enough though.  There was an ache in the pit of her stomach and a fierce throb ticking between her legs. Isla was embarrassed by her body’s wanton reaction, but that didn’t stop her from twisting her hips against Roan.  She heard his breath catch, and then she whimpered with regret when he pulled back, breaking their kiss.

“I think we might be getting ahead of ourselves, dinna ye?” he panted, trailing a thumb over Isla’s swollen lips.

“I - I did something wrong?” she cried breathlessly, looking and feeling completely crushed. 

She had never experienced anything so breathtakingly wonderful, and somehow in her inexperience she had ruined it!  Isla looked up uncertainly when she heard Roan laughing.

“Oh lass, ye could nae have done anything more right,” he chuckled.

“Nae?” she said hesitantly.  “But ye -”

“Shh,” Roan whispered gently, running a hand up and then down Isla’s back.  Her skin prickled hotly under his fingers.  “Let me make it better,” he purred, tugging gently at her bodice. He eased the material off her shoulders, exposing her creamy white skin.

“Make it better?” Isla gulped uncertainly, but then Roan’s mouth was on her neck, raining kisses down upon her throat, and she lost the ability to speak.  He nibbled lightly underneath her ear, feasting hungrily on the pulse pounding there, working his way slowly lower until he was nuzzling at her collarbone.  “Roan?” Isla gasped, shocked at where he seemed to be heading.

“Ye’ll like this,” he murmured.  “I promise.  Just relax,” he begged gruffly, gently pushing her backwards.

“Roan I -” Isla stammered, suddenly feeling unsure of herself and her feelings as the memory of being pinned to a bed, back at Castle Cameron, under Tavish’s hard body, rushed back to the forefront of her mind. 

“I will nae do anything ye dinna want,” Roan whispered persuasively.  The back of Isla’s legs hit the side of the mattress and she fell backwards, landing sprawled upon the comforter.  “Just tell me to stop and I will,” he promised, his voice a husky drawl.

He crawled onto the bed beside her and dipped his head again, and Isla couldn’t contain a little squeal.  He was kissing her through the white cotton of her shift, his open mouth sending searing heat sizzling through her blood as he suckling on one concealed nipple.

Isla shuddered.  She’d never even thought - she stopped thinking once again when one of Roan’s hands tugged at her neckline pulling it slowly so that he could see her large breasts.  Isla blushed crimson, and tried to turn away, to hide herself, but her husband held her gently in place.

“Nae,” he rasped firmly.  “I’ve wanted to see ye like this since I first spotted ye on that grassy bank.”

Isla’s eyes almost popped out of her head.  “Ye have nae!” she gasped, but she really didn’t sound terribly offended.  “But - ye were so gallant!” she managed giggle.

“Well, I was behaving myself,” Roan chuckled, moving up her body so that he could whisper into her ear.  His hands had travelled to caress her now exposed breasts, fingers splayed widely so that they could cup the full, heavy swells.  “Just because a man does nae pounce on ye, does nae mean he dinna want to,” he whispered thickly.

A shiver raced the length of Isla’s body. 
Roan wanted to pounce on her? 
It was getting hard to breathe. 
And do what exactly?  This, or was there more?
  She moaned loudly when his lips moved again to suckle her breast, only this time there was absolutely nothing between his wet rasping tongue and the sensitive dusky tip of her nipple.  Isla felt her body arch into his touch.  She felt achy and tender and in desperate need of
something
.

“Roan?” she panted.

“Mmm?” he murmured, the low sound felt as though it rumbled straight through Isla’s pounding blood.  He raised his head, shooting her a wicked smile.  “Ye want me to stop?” he puffed, his breath raising goose bumps on his wife’s creamy white skin.

Isla shook her head, too caught in the thrall of the new sensations rocking her body to voice her desire.

“Nae?” Roan breathed for her.  “Maybe ye want more?” he panted.  Isla nodded her head, still wholly unable to speak.  “Maybe ye want me to touch ye somewhere else?” he whispered, laying a suggestive hand on her thigh.

Roan waited, to see what Isla would do, to see if she would shy away or if she would welcome him.  Her eyes, so glazed with passion that her husband had only to look into them to start to burn, widened, but she didn’t push his hand away. 

Working slowly, as he whispered soft nonsensical words of reassurance, Roan hiked the skirt of her gown up around her waist so that the fabric formed a belt around her middle.  Isla began to shift nervously, but Roan wasn’t prepared to lose her now.  He crawled over her body, still fully clothed himself, but pain sliced through his heart when he saw her face become overcast with a shadow of fear.

“What is it, lass?” he whispered, pressing his lips to her forehead, her cheeks, her nose, strumming his fingers over her sides, working desperately to lull her back into her passion hazed daze. 

He didn’t know if he was going to be able to stop.  He had only meant to soothe
her
, pleasure
her
, but his body was aroused to the point of pain.  He wanted to fulfill his fantasies.  He wanted -
needed
to bury himself between her legs; he needed to make her belong to him in the most primal way known to man.

“Yer too big,” Isla puffed, but her voice no longer held the fear Roan had recognized earlier on her face.  He couldn’t help but grin.  “Ye’ll crush me,” she clarified, to her husband’s amused disappointment.

“I’ll let ye ride me,” he panted thickly into her ear.  Her confused little frown sent bolts of desire pulsing through his hugely erect sex.  He wanted to show her everything, teach her everything.  “But that can wait,” he grunted, pressing his lips once again against hers, distracting her slightly as he let his hand dip beneath her undergarments.

Isla gasped in shock when she felt him there, between her legs, but Roan also groaned in surprise when he felt how incredibly hot and wet and ready she was for him.  She was so impossibly slick that his body gave a shudder of appreciation.

“Roan?” she whimpered, her brows knotting in a frown that was a combination of confusion and disbelief.  She tried to close her legs, but her husband gently prevented her.

“Let me do this for ye,” he purred, stroking her slit, searching for the swollen bundle of nerves at the head of Isla’s opening.  When he grazed it with his fingertip his wife’s reaction was instant, she gasped sharply and bucked of the bed.  Roan grinned.  “Wait, it gets better,” he chuckled, slightly smugly, working the raised nub harder with his fingers. 

He’d already brought her to such a point that it was only going to take the smallest push to send her toppling into ecstasy, and Roan wanted to watch her face when she came.  Isla was already flushed, her skin damp, her mouth slightly opened as she gasped and whimpered mindlessly.

“I canna -” she puffed, eyes rolling back in her head.  “Roan, I dinna -” she cried, and then she was screaming, jerking of the bed as her whole body convulsed with her release. 

Roan didn’t think that he had ever seen anything so beautiful, and he didn’t think he was going to be able to restrain his own rampant needs for another second.

“I need ye, Isla,” he rasped.  “I canna wait.  I’m so sorry.” 

But his wife was still trying to recover from her first taste of ecstasy and seemed not hear him, or indeed to notice when he slipped a finger inside her still pulsing sheath. 

Roan frowned when he felt how incredibly tight she was, marvelling that she could still be so unbelievably small after being raped by MacEantach.  He pushed that puzzling thought aside and worked as quickly as he could to prepare her, his breeches making a mockery of his condition, as he trembled with desperation to slake his lust.

“R-Roan, what -” Isla stammered.  Her voice was breathy, but tinged with a fearful note of doubt.  She had finally regained enough of her senses to realize he was not just between her legs, but also inside her.

“I’ll be gentle,” he panted, appalled by the plea in his voice.  He couldn’t remember
ever
needing a woman this badly before.  “I’ll be gentle,” he repeated, willing her to accept him. 

Roan wasn’t certain if it was fear or consent on Isla’s part when she allowed him to push her legs further apart.  He hated himself for not being in control enough to check.  He simply settled in the cradle that he’d created for himself, the folds of her gown concealing his erection from Isla’s wide anxious eyes, as he nudged his cock against her.

He heard her gasp, and his own breath escaped his body in a hiss as he sank into her sheath, but only by a fraction. 
He was going to be gentle if it damn well killed him! 
He owed Isla that much at least.

“Relax,” Roan begged, pushing a little deeper.  He instantly felt her tighten, and had to bite the inside of his lip to stop himself from coming immediately.  He stopped where he was, physically shaking from the toll this self-imposed restraint was placing on his body.  “It hurts?” he groaned.  He didn’t know what he’d do if she said yes.  He couldn’t believe that she’d got him into such a state!