Hell, he needed to taste her there again too, to adore her lush breasts as they deserved to be adored. He rose up, pushed her hands away and fingered one heavenly nipple while he licked the other. Nice and slow, his need to savor the full taste of her overriding all else.
“Mmm, more.” She pressed her breasts harder into his mouth and he teased his teeth over one sensitive tip then drew the bud deep inside and tickled it with his tongue.
“Oh, you have one very skilled tongue.”
He continued to suck and his efforts won him a soft cry which made his cock harden even further and jab the inside of her thigh.
“Duncan.” Body twisting, she seized a breath. “I’m going to come from your mouth on my breasts alone if you dinnae come inside me.”
“Aye, come as you please.” He ravished her breasts, stroked one finger through her heat below and caressed her.
Gasping, she bucked against him and his balls tightened, his cock trembling with want. She was so slick and close, her needy cries urging him on and he ground his cock into her hip to slow his raging desire, only it didn’t ease his need one bit, only hastened it.
“Please, inside me now.” She thrashed underneath him, her snug channel tightening around his finger and locking it firmly in place.
“I took you hard last eve and you need time to heal.” His balls tightened to the point of pain and a wicked pressure sizzled from the base of his spine around to his groin.
“Oh goodness, I’m healed.” She gasped the words then exploded around him and he got lost as her inner muscles clamped down and dragged his finger deep within.
Too lost. He growled, pulled her legs up and spread them wider. In a primitive way he had no control over, he thrust his cock into her in one single hard move and her scream of pleasure echoed off the walls. No mercy. He could allow none now. Over and over, he lunged and she joined him in another wild release that pushed them both to a blinding peak.
Limbs heavy and his desire sated, or at least for this moment, Duncan licked across Ella’s lower lip as she stretched and curled into him. “Sleep if you wish. We shall remain here until this storm breaks.”
“Mmm,” she murmured and slowly drifted.
A light tap sounded on the door. “Duncan, ’tis I, Hamish.”
“One moment.” He popped a kiss on Ella’s nose as she snuggled her head deeper into her pillow. Needing to answer the door, he dragged himself from their bed, snagged his kilt and wrapped it around his waist before stepping outside into the gloomy passageway. “This better be important.”
In his gray pants and fur jacket, Hamish smiled. “Glad I am to see you’ve now accepted the bond.”
“We spoke handfast vows last eve.” He gripped Hamish’s shoulder. “I told her the truth about my birth and she’s agreed to keep my secrets. Tell my men we’ve wed, but naught about our bond. ’Twill be as we spoke about yesterday, that I desire her fae blood within my direct line. That is the only reason we’ve wed.”
“Will do. What of her brother and Gavin?”
“She caught up with Ethan on her arrival here.” He checked both ends of the darkened passageway, each door remaining firmly closed, the only light penetrating through from a small window at the far end. “She compelled Gavin and he seeks shelter elsewhere from this storm, then once it breaks, he’s to continue on to Dunscaith Castle. Ella intends on meeting Ethan and Gavin there, to ensure Gavin is halted in his attacks, that his chief is informed of it all, only I cannae allow her to travel to Dunscaith alone.”
“I understand. She’s your mate and we can never permit them far from our sight.”
“We’ll need a plan to ensure all goes well, but we’ve time to formulate that fully while this storm rages and keeps us land-bound.”
“Agreed. I’ll see to your orders now.” Hamish clapped him on the back then with a cheery whistle, strode back down the passageway.
Footsteps echoed up the stairwell and a maid of mayhap two and ten, a flour-smeared apron tied around her waist, passed Hamish on the top step. The lass walked toward him with a breakfast tray in hand. “Mama told me to bring Mistress Ella a tray, to give her a hot cup of tea with honey as well.”
“You have my thanks. I’ll take this to my wife.” There appeared to be plenty for two and he accepted the tray from the lass. “Bring a tub and plenty of hot water as well. My wife will wish to bathe when she awakens.” He wished to make certain any soreness from their joining was eased and a bath would certainly aid Ella in her recovery.
“Aye, sir.” The lass dashed back downstairs.
He opened the door and slid the tray on the table before shutting it behind him.
Ella stirred and stretched, pushed the bedcovers back and smiled so sensuously at him. “I smell food.”