Page 15 of Bride Takes a Charmer (Highland Vows & Vengeance #3)

Sorsha submitted to him and any trepidation she’d had vanished.

She allowed her hand to meander down his body until she reached his hip.

With little effort, she drew him closer until their bodies touched everywhere.

The desire that swarmed her heated her from within.

Shaw tore his mouth from hers and groaned.

“Ye make me yearn for ye, lass. Aye, I burn to take ye but do not want to hurt ye.” He set light kisses down the base of her neck and muttered, “Ye are a bonny woman but delicate.” His lips trailed from her neck to her throat and he gently suckled.

His touches invoked bliss and his kisses sent her spiraling in a mass of emotions, and sensations that caused unrecognized twinges in her body. Sorsha tilted her head back and tried not to get caught up in the wonderment of it. She just wanted to feel this unknown pleasure and not think too much.

She swept her hand over his shoulder and tried to pull him against her.

Her breasts ached, and somehow she knew only the heat and press of his chest would soothe them.

Shaw drew her back into his embrace and his firm body pressed against her.

She moaned as the intensity grew because she had never imagined being with a man would be so affecting.

Shaw watched her with hooded eyes. “Are ye certain ye are ready to do this?”

His words made her tremble and she reached out to pull him in for another kiss. Her lips gentled over his and when she drew back, she smiled. “I want naught more than this.”

He shifted his hand over her body until his fingers pressed against her womanhood. She moaned softly at the gentleness and the allure of his touch.

“Shaw, what you are doing to me…” She couldn’t finish her words but drew in an awed breath at the pangs of desire swarming inside her.

Shaw continued to stroke her while his lips wickedly entranced her to return his kisses. He forced her back upon the bed and positioned himself above her. “I will take it slow.”

Sorsha shook her head. She needed him to hurry.

She didn’t know why, but she did. With her fingers pressing into his arms, she yanked him to her.

His erection eased into her and she squeezed her eyes closed, knowing the hurt that would come.

But with each shift of his body, there was no pain, only pleasure. She gasped in delight.

Whatever was happening between them wasn’t enough.

Sorsha gave over to the will of her body and the rule of her heart.

Instinctively and without thought, she met his body as he plunged forward to enter her and then withdrew before moving within her once more.

Each swift movement made her heart thud.

As if she dashed madly toward unknown bliss, Sorsha tried to keep him as close and found that it was possible if she wrapped her legs about his waist, so she could meet each of his thrusts with one of her own.

As she peered at him, his beautiful, piercing gray eyes filled with a passion she’d never known existed in a man’s gaze just as his manhood filled her in another way.

“Ye are so bonny, Sorsha, aye, and made for loving.”

She couldn’t respond to his endearing comment because her mind was trapped in the sensual aura of his touches, movement, and the enmeshing of their hearts.

Sorsha had never experienced anything so incredible and she hoped it never ended.

The very heat and thickness of him pressed into her repeatedly and was both shocking and exhilarating.

Sorsha leaned upward and kissed his face.

Her breaths came heavier the more their bodies met.

A fever seemed to ravage her and swarmed to the core of her. She wanted him to thrust harder but he continued at a leisurely pace as if he had no intention of rushing.

“Hurry, Shaw, please…” She rasped and a moan got caught in her throat when the first rivets of her culmination took control of her.

Shaw moaned a deep sound and hastened his thrusts.

She had never felt anything so overwhelming and wanted to weep at the intensity of it.

She lost her breath as a sweet torment pulsed within her.

Her body shook and an intense climax forced her to cry out.

The pleasure almost receded as quickly as it had come but her body continued to pulse and tingle.

Shaw resumed his movement, gliding his length into her and teasing her with purposeful advances. “Ye are so sweet, lass.” He pressed a kiss on her cheek and moaned, “Ye are going to be the end of me.”

She held him and shifted her legs to prevent him from pulling away.

His moan reverberated within the chamber and he placed his forehead on her shoulder.

She splayed her fingers through his dampened hair and urged him on with moans and sighs of her own.

Shaw growled and stilled. His body seemed to steel and he couldn’t seem to move.

She caressed him and hoped he had received the same pleasure as she had.

Never had she imagined the marital act would be so affecting. The heat of his skin kept the chill at bay, but she could only focus on his body pressed so alluringly against hers. “Shaw…?”

He lifted his head and grinned, flashing his teeth and scrunching his eyes. “I knew it would be perfect between us.”

“It was. I…I disbelieve it was so…beautiful, and know not what to say.” She twirled a finger in his long locks and sighed.

He leaned upward and kissed her lips then nuzzled his cheek to hers. “Ye need not say anything except that ye enjoyed it.”

“Of course I did. You are amazing, husband.”

He shifted his body next to hers and set his arm over her torso. They quieted and she was completely caught up in her thoughts. She’d never experienced anything quite so marvelous with Rodick. Then a horrid thought came. “Did you enjoy it? I was not a…disappointment?”

Shaw grunted. He took her hand and pressed it to his chest. “Do ye feel that, sweetheart? My heart has never clashed so madly. Enjoy it? Hell, if I enjoyed it any more than I had, I would have been slain. Ye are not a terrible lover and do not ever think such nonsense.”

She’d never heard that word used that way before, but it sounded right.

She was a lover, and she wasn’t terrible at it.

She giggled softly. “That is good to know. I hope we do that again.” Sorsha couldn’t wait until their next encounter.

She would have to test her theory that the sensations of pleasure would return.

“Aye, as often as we like. If I had my way, Sorsha, we would never leave our bed.”

A giddiness came over her and she laughed. “Unfortunately, we must, but I shall like to lie with you often too. You are a laird and must have many duties. Now as your wife, I suspect I too have duties.”

“Ye were a wife to a laird before. Did ye not have duties?”

She shook her head. “Nay, I was never allowed to involve myself in the keeping of Tor. It was as if Rodick wanted to keep me from knowing his clansmen and women, or perhaps he did not wish to have a woman control any part of the keep.”

“ Allowed? ” Shaw shook his head. “As my wife, ye will have the run of my keep. It will be your home as well as mine. Speaking of home, we shall leave at first light. Let us get some sleep so we are well-rested for the long journey.”

Sorsha lay in his embrace and never dreamed of being so desired by her husband.

She also never felt like she belonged at the Chattan keep.

Now she would go with Shaw to his home and she hoped with all her heart that she would find his home welcoming.

Her life could be nothing but joyful being married to a caring and charming man.

Yet without Gillian, there was a piece of joy missing from her soul.

Somehow, she had to rescue her daughter, and soon.