Page 22 of Bride takes a Scot

Isabella stroked his hair and pressed her hands over his back. He liked her touch. With each passing second, his body grew more rigid, and a fervor to take her swarmed within him. His manhood throbbed and he wanted desperately to join with her. But he reminded himself that she was a virgin with no experience. He had to take it slow, mind-numbingly slow.

“This feels nice,” she said and pulled his face to look at her.

Declan set his nose next to hers and placed kisses on her face. His breath hastened and he closed his eyes, trying to maintain a little self-control. But it was lost on him as his hand found its way to her center. He pressed his finger inside her sheath and felt the heat of her insides. Lord, she was wet, warm, and probably too tight. The thought of being inside her forced a groan from his lips as lust wove its way through him.

“What are you doing?” she asked breathlessly.

“I am readying ye, lass. I do not want to hurt ye.”

“You won’t. Promise me you won’t. I don’t want to be a coward…”

“Never.” He stared into her darkening blue eyes and nodded. But damn, he probably would end up hurting her. She was too soft and delicate, and he was too hard and brawny. Declan continued to tease her vagina, delving his fingers and gently caressing her, stroking her with intentional movements. “Can ye not tell how much I want ye?” He shifted her hand to feel his hard length.

Isabella wrapped her fingers around his shaft and gasped. “Your skin is hot.”

“Aye, I burn for ye.” Declan kissed her hard with a purposeful touch to instigate her passion, and as he did so, she continued to fondle his manhood, further hardening him. He pulled her handaway, certain if he allowed her to continue, he would expire long before he wanted to.

“You are hard everywhere,” she said and caressed his arm with her palm.

“Aye, and ye are exquisite.” Declan lay on his side and faced her. He took a moment to settle his racing heart. It clashed madly against his chest. Isabella pressed him onto his back and leaned over him. He lifted the locks of her hair and set them behind her shoulder. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath to calm his racing pulse.

“Declan, is it supposed to feel this strange?”

He opened his eyes and grinned. “Aye, lass, and it gets even better.”

“I cannot imagine so because this is wonderful.” She sighed and placed her lips on his neck, then his face, then his chest.

Declan had hoped to take it slowly, but she was making it damned difficult. He pressed her back and shifted himself between her legs. With as much care as he could maintain, he slid into her. Her warmth surrounded his length and he moaned at the tremendous sensation of being inside her. Isabella’s passage tightly encased his erection. Pulses of her desire urged him onward. It took a great will not to thrust hard and give over to the call of his need.

Isabella huffed and pushed at his shoulder. “This doesn’t feel so appealing, Declan.”

He froze. “I know, lass, but do not move just yet. The pain will ease.”

“I think I want you to get off me.”

“Not yet, love.” He set his forehead on her shoulder and took another deep breath. Everything in that moment stilled, and with them joined, he realized the importance of it. “It will ease, love. I promise ye will enjoy it.”

She wrapped her arms around his torso and closed her eyes. “Please…be hasty. I am not afeared of pain if it is over quickly…”

But the last thing Declan wanted was to have it end before it even began. He inched slowly from her and then with as much gentleness as he possessed, he eased into her again. With each thrust, she inhaled and huffed until she lessened her grip on him. He took it as a sign that she was, at last, enjoying their lovemaking.

“Do ye like this, love?” He rasped out, purposely jerking his arse to propel him inside her.

“Declan, it…feels…”

“Wondrous?” he finished for her.

“Oh, yes, wondrous. Keep doing that.” She drew in a breath that spurred him to action.

He thrust harder, deliberately, and each time she met him. Their joining swarmed him with lust and her with desire. Declan’s control crumbled as he drove into her repeatedly, but she was just as wild and shifted her hips eagerly. He gritted his teeth knowing that he would soon expire from the fervor of their passion. Declan continued to splay kisses on her face as he persuaded her body to give him what he most wanted—her climax. Isabella gripped his arms and pressed her knees against his hips. She cried out as the first wave of pleasure overtook her.

Declan smiled knowing that soon, she’d be completely undone. He kept with the motion of their joining and didn’t let up, tauntingly entering her, and withdrawing. As he pressed against her, she moaned and wept. He kissed her lips gently, to let her know she was safe. Isabella opened her eyes and smiled at him, her eyes shimmering with tears.

He released the control he’d enforced upon himself and rammed himself into her. His body had a will of its own, becoming vastly inhibited by his need. There was no controlling his unhinged desire. When his climax came, it immobilized himto the point that every part of him froze. He shouted as he expelled his seed into her, and his legs shook with such intensity, that he couldn’t help but growl. The impact of their joining caused his heart to beat so madly that he gasped for breath. He fell next to her, pressed his hands over his face, and groaned.

“Declan? Are you…all right?”

He grinned but couldn’t answer, so he nodded. It took many minutes for his body to settle, his breath to lighten, and his mind to accept what had just happened betwixt them. Not only was Isabella beautiful, but she was alluring as hell.