Sleepless Night - Page 15

"Even Glynnis?" I couldn't help but hear the shrewish tone to my own voice. Now I knew what Ian could do with that killer body of his, I didn't want to share any part of him with any other woman. Especially Glynnis.

"I was talking about the older women who changed my nappies when I was a bairn."

I didn't care about the older women. Let them look their fill. Ian was a worthy sight. But Glynnis. She'd certainly made it easy for me to dislike her.

"Besides, better my arse than yours," he grumbled in my ear.

The sound of possessiveness wrapped around me as snugly as his plaid and I let it go. I may have been stuck on Glynnis, but he wasn't. He was very much stuck on me.

He didn't stop moving, turning to a narrow stone stairwell that curved upward and to a bedchamber. Ian's room.

Kicking the door closed behind him, he stopped and kissed me. It was just as hot and steamy as before. Mind melting, toe tingling. "Let's breach that virgin arse. Ye are more than ready. I wanna make ye mine, wife."

CHAPTER EIGHT

Ian

"Now? So soon?" she asked, her breath fanning my neck.

Thank Christ the sounds of the clan were muted through the heavy door. I was their laird and they respected me, my leadership and commands. This was my wedding night—my only one—and they'd watched me struggle with my eagerness for my bride these past few weeks. Now, with the vows said and the blessings read, we could all relax some. For my people, that meant drinking to excess and expecting my bride to not be able to walk on the morrow.

I did not mind being ridiculed and besmirched by everyone, but not Alexandra. After being forced to marry Duncan, she needed a wedding night full of pleasurable memories alone, not the sounds of merrymaking from a bunch of sotted clansmen. I'd been waiting for this night for years—years!—and nothing would ruin it.

She wasna hard to carry, a perfect armful, soft and lush. Holding her against my chest, I was reminded of how small she was and how rough I'd been when I took her. I'd had to muffle her cries with my hand as she came all over my cock. She'd liked it. She'd liked everything we'd done. I knew from the first time I saw her that she was for me, that we were kindred spirits of a kind. Like minded in all things, it seemed, including tupping.

"I'll always be hard for you, lass," I growled, placing her on her feet and letting her feel how true my words were. My cock pressed into her soft belly. Seeing her wrapped in my plaid was more of a sign of our marriage than the priest's ceremony. She was, and would always be, the only woman I put my plaid upon. The clan expected a tupping and they'd gotten one. No bloodied sheet, but instead a bride truly claimed by a swath of plaid wool.

Slowly, I unwound the material from her. "Tis like a gift, unwrapping you like this."

She spun once, twice to unravel, her hair falling in long tendrils that had come loose from pins. She stopped before me, her br

easts still exposed above the low cut of her bodice. The view was spectacular. Full, lush tits with perfect pink nipples. I tossed the plaid over my shoulder to free my hands.

"I've watched you play with an ivory rod in your arse. I've licked your pussy, fucked it even, but I've yet to see you naked."

She looked up at me through her pale lashes and offered a soft smile. Her cheeks were pink and her eyes bright with desire and her pleasure. "If I have my way, you won't be dressed again until the new moon."

Not waiting another moment to get her bare, I spun her about and expertly tugged at the buttons down the back of her dress. Kissing down her neck, I pushed the fabric off her shoulders and followed the trail with my mouth. Once the dress was pooled at her feet, the laces of her corset were next. I handled them quickly, even though my eagerness was making my fingers fumble. The garment dropped to the floor. I continued to kiss and lave that sensitive spot at the base of her neck as my arms circled about her to cup her breasts.

I groaned against her sweet skin as she reached up and laced her arms into my hair, which thrust her breasts into my palms.

"That feels so good," she murmured, eyes slipping closed.

"They're sensitive, are they?" Over her shoulder, I watched my hands on her breasts.

She replied by offering a soft gasp as I, none too gently, pinched the already tight tips.

Sliding one hand down her smooth belly, I cupped her bare pussy, my seed coating her swollen folds. I played with her as she rocked her hips, discovering quickly what she liked, what made her cream drip onto my fingers.

"Ian!" she cried, her knees giving out.

Grabbing her about the waist, I lifted her up and walked to my bed. I'd never had a woman in it before, knowing Alexandra would be the only one. Spreading my plaid out first, I placed her on it. She lay there looking up at me, lips parted, one hand on her belly, her knees bent and splayed open. She was hiding nothing from me.

Gripping my cock, I gripped the base and stroked it, sticky from our mixed juices.

"See, lass, I'm verra ready for you."

In reply, she licked her lips. I wanted that mouth on my cock, that tongue swirling over my flared head, but not now. Nay.

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