Stolen By The Scottish Rogue (Kilts & Kisses 2) - Page 13

A fire starts to burn in me, like the one he set when he put his mouth on me. And the more he thrusts, and the more that swollen head of his rubs back and forth across my clit, the hotter that fire gets. Until slowly, I realize it’s going to consume me entirely.

“So nice and wet for me, Ailith,” he growls, kissing my neck as I gasp loudly. “I know this pretty little cunt wants to come for me, princess. I know you want to give me your honey all over my cock.”

He rocks against me, and I cry out as my clit rubs over his crown again and again.

“No holding back, angel. Not with me, and not ever. I want my bride eager for me. I want you wild and untamed. I want you aching for me when I’m not filling this little cunt up. I want you missing my cum when it’s not deep inside of you or marking you as mine.”

He thrusts against me, and I cry out as the fire begins to engulf me.

“Malcolm!” I cry out, clinging to him, my head thrown back as his powerful hands hold me tight, his big cock thrusts and drags over my pussy, and his mouth on my neck, hissing filthy words into my eager ears.

“Be mine, sweetness. Be mine and come for my big cock. Come for me and let me feel your little cunt quiver for me. Let me feel you let go and come for me, princess.”

His thickness pushes over my clit, my nipples drag over his muscled chest, his powerful hands grip me hard enough to bruise, and his teeth graze my neck.

“Come for me, Ailith,” he growls into my skin.

“Come for me and be all mine.”

He thrusts hard, and suddenly, I explode.

Our bodies entwine and grind together, and when I crush my mouth to his, I scream my release into his lips. Pleasure and intimacy and passion I’ve never known explodes through me, wrenching through me like the storm we’ve just weathered. And it just keeps coming as I cry out into his kiss.

Malcolm roars into my mouth, his huge, muscled, gorgeous body rocking into me and pinning me to the wood at my back as he thrusts his cock against my quivering, slick cunt. I feel him pulse and throb against me, and then suddenly, I feel it, and I gasp.

Hot, thick, sticky ropes of whiteness splash from his swollen head and splatter across my tummy and my hips. I gasp, quivering against him as he just keeps thrusting. More and more of his sticky seed splashes over my skin, coating my belly and my cunt—dripping down my thighs as we slowly come to a staggering stop.

I collapse into him, panting and shivering and clinging to him so tightly, like I never want to not be in his arms. He leans down, and when he kisses me softly and tenderly, I sink into him.

“Let’s go home, princess,” he purrs against my lips.

Chapter 7

Malcolm

I’ve got the wind in my face, the wheel in my hand, and her, pressed against me. And damn is that all a man could need in this world.

We’re both still naked—our clothes ruined, ripped, and soaking wet—and we’re wrapped in thick blankets as we crash through the waves. And I’ve got Ailith wrapped tight in my arms as I sail us for home. She snuggles into me and gods does she feel right in my arms. I know this is wrong. I know I very well may have started a goddamn war by taking Carlson’s bride. But I don’t care.

Let the war come, I’ll fight it. I’ll fight the world for her.

My castle looms in the distance, perched on the shore of Falmer Island, as the sun is going down. I lean in, kissing her neck.

“Welcome home, love.”

I pause the second the word leaves my lips.

Love.

I’ve never said it to a woman before, but it just falls out with her. It’s natural with her, and I think she knows it. Ailith feels me pause and turns, twisting in my arms to face me, her hands sliding up my chest.

“Where’d that come from?”

“Here,” I growl, touching my heart as my eyes blaze into hers. “You might not believe me yet, but I don’t just want you in my bed, princess. I want all of you, your heart included. Which is why I’m going to marry you, tonight.”

She moans as I kiss her softly, pulling her into me before I pull away, a smile on my face and a peace in my heart I’m not sure I’ve ever known.

“Here, take us in,” I nod towards the wheel of the boat.

Ailith blinks. “I—” she blushes. “I don’t know how to sail.”

“The boats sailing, you just need to point it the right direction,” I chuckle. “Here.” I turn her, taking her hands and placing them on the wheel of the boat.

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