“I adore having your mouth on me.” Back arched, she pressed those sweet morsels even deeper into his mouth and he soaked in the exquisite moment, wrapped his lips fully around her and suckled until fire raced through his blood and his cock pounded for more.
Unable to halt himself, he lost what remained of his control, flipped her over onto her back, his shaft throbbing, painfully. He plunged into her over and over, her cries for more sending him half-crazed as he took her hard and fast. This bond was more than a gift. ’Twas a connection of the very heart and soul he’d crave for the rest of his days. Aye, never would he relinquish her, not now, not ever.
“Duncan.” She seized his butt and pulled him ever deeper inside her. “Make me fly, just as you did afore.”
“I would never soar to the heavens without you.” He tightened his hold on her, pounded deep and as she raked his back, sheer pleasure coursing across her face, she sent him flying right along with her toward a pinnacle of brilliant white light.
Bellowing, he sank balls-deep inside her, his release so powerful as it crashed through him and she pulsed around him. No more barriers lay between them. They’d been obliterated once and for all. “You’re my mate, Ella.”
“Aye, and now I’m also one very satisfied mate.” She kissed him and cuddled, her eyelashes fluttering down. “A sleepy one too.”
“Then rest if you wish.” With the heat of the fire moving over them, he slowly pulled out of her, not that he wanted to but the deep need to see to her care had arisen and now wouldn’t be abated.
She mewled as he left her but still slumped into sleep. Out of the bed, he eased then crossed to the side table and poured water from the jug into the basin. He splashed his cock then nabbed a cloth from the pile, rubbed a little soap on it and returned to his now peacefully sleeping wife.
Carefully, so as not to wake her, he gently wiped her clean and removed all trace of their joining and once done, settled in beside her, tucked the fur covers over them both and wrapped his woman up in his arms. Oh, how he wanted to shout from the roof tops that she was his chosen one and he’d now claimed her. Never had he known such pure joy and tranquility as this.
She was his everything, his one and all, the greatest gift he could ever have been given.
Aye, he’d accepted the bond and now intended to treasure it.
Chapter 6
Duncan held Ella tight as he awoke to the new day dawning. His heart floated so light and free even though the weather appeared as dismal outside as it had been the night before. Rain slashed down, the skies churning a slate gray, but none of that could alter his immense happiness.
At the core of him, peace and satisfaction reigned. Ella was his, would never belong to anyone else. Aye, and he wanted to wake with her in his arms every morning, to fall asleep with her each night, and to never have her far from his sight.
With her sooty lashes spread across her cheeks dusted with freckles, her breath whispering softly through her parted lips, he wanted only to kiss her. Driven to touch her, he slid his fingers through her long locks, the exquisite mass of brown rippling with lighter shades of gold. Gently, he ran one finger down the creamy expanse of her neck and cupped one full breast. He swished around the globe, her nipple puckering so deliciously. His mouth watered and his cock filled.
He moved to her other breast and swirled around it until that nipple too stood at full attention. Her body was a treasure waiting to be plundered, her soul his and her heart one he would claim too, just as he’d already claimed her body. Aye, his love for her now raged, would never be extinguished.
Over her sides, he stroked, pushed the covers back a touch more and widened her legs. The fire crackled and he swished one hand over her flat belly, trailed his fingers through the thatch of curls and cupped her mound.
She moaned and he crawled farther down the bed, the firelight sending a rivulet of red and gold flickering across her creamy skin. He raised her legs until her bottom lifted off the bed and she lay fully exposed to him. Stroking up her inner thighs, he reveled in the moment before gently parting her folds and easing one finger inside her. With the softest touch, he caressed deep within then dipped his head and licked her. He fondled her nub with his tongue and she moaned again in her sleep and rocked.
“Wake up, my grumpy one,” he whispered as he savored her.
“Aye, I’m awake.” She blinked her dreamy eyes open, passion flaring strong.
“I intend to wake you in this fashion every morning. That is the only warning you’ll get.” Stroking harder and faster, he built her pleasure with his fingers and mouth.
“This is such a heady torture, your mouth on me so sweetly intimate. I want to love you as you’re loving me.” She panted and cupped her own breasts, rolled her nipples between her thumbs and forefingers.