Excerpt Copyright @ 2019 Kara Griffin
She sat up again and her hair flowed over her shoulders. A
dark curl reached his shoulder and caressed him when she bent over him. “Do
husbands kiss their wives good night?”
“I don’t deem so.” He tried to sound unaffected, but
damnation his entire body tensed with agony. How he didn’t take her in his arms
and ravish her, he didn’t know.
“Will you kiss me?”
“If I do, I won’t be able to stop. Do you understand?”
Kenneth watched her and waited for her affronted reaction. But she wasn’t
outraged at all.
“Aye, I understand. And I’m willing to risk it. I like the
way you kissed me before.”
“That wasn’t much of a kiss.”
“It wasn’t?”
“Nay,” he said.
“Will it make you happy to kiss me again?” Her voice was akin
to a caress, delicate and winsome.
Kenneth thought her question odd, but he answered anyway.
“Aye, it would make me happy.”
“Shall I close my eyes?”
“If you want to.” Kenneth settled her back upon the bed and
splayed his hand over her stomach. Using his elbow to hold himself up, he
leaned forward to kiss her. Her lips met his before he made contact. At first,
he was content to feel her silky lips against his. Then his desire urged him to
kiss her deeply. He slipped his tongue into the depth of her mouth and tasted
the sweetest nectar. After a few minutes of uncontrolled yearning, he drew back
and brought his breath under control.
“Where did you learn to kiss?”
She opened her eyes and gently touched his face with her
fingertips. “From you.”
“You’ve never kissed another?”
“Nay, of course not. Do I disappoint you?”
“Hell no. I like it.” Kenneth pulled Elisa into his arms and
began the sensual assault he’d been thinking of since he’d joined her in bed.
His hands roamed her supple skin, gently caressing, and stopped
to massage her sensitive spots. She gasped when he brushed the delicate area of
her inner thigh. A smile came to him, knowing she would be a sensuous lover.
Without breaking their kiss, he stripped and kicked the
tartan covering them to the floor. He continued to touch her with his roughened
hands and delighted in the curves and softness of her body. As his palm rested
on the underside of her breast, her hand brushed his chest. They moaned in
unison. Pleasure. Each of them craved it, and yet Kenneth knew he’d hurt her.
He took a moment to calm his racing heart and to assess her readiness. Using
his finger, he stroked the petals of her sensuality. She was nearly there and
the dampness of her need edged him onward.
“Kenneth, please. I have never been touched there. Are you
supposed to do that?”
His fingers gently eased into her to prepare and pleasure
her. “Aye, I am. I want you to feel good. Trust me, Elisa. Say you trust me.”
“I trust you, Kenneth, but I’m not sure we should…” she took
an intake of breath when he thrust his fingers inside her. “Holy mother…”
Kenneth couldn’t help but frown for he focused on his task
and beset with hardness. “You’re supposed to feel this way. Now kiss me. Give
me your tongue.”
She did as he bode and he was kissed wholeheartedly. She
gave him her tongue and lured his akin to a talented swordsman. The sounds she
made in her throat pleased him. Neither of them would turn back now. She was as
passion-filled as he.
Kenneth rolled closer and spread her legs. He positioned
himself between her knees and took possession. As he entered her, she tried to
push him away. Her dainty hands pressed his chest. The kiss calmed her and he
continued to ravish her mouth. With her occupied with the kiss, he thrust into
her and decided to get it over with so he wouldn’t have to lay siege later. He
didn’t want a weeping woman on his hands, but he didn’t want to hurt her either.
“I’ve come too far to stop, Elisa. I’m lost, hold on to me.”
Kenneth couldn’t help wanting to move within her. Her body was too enticing.
Elisa gripped his forearms and embedded her nails in his
skin. She huffed as if she was in pain.
“Be still, sweetheart. The pain will lessen when you get
used to me.”
“Promise?” her whisper sounded akin to a plea. She moaned
when he moved slightly, but didn’t sound as if she hurt.
“We vowed no promises, remember.” Kenneth grinned devilishly
before he jolted his body and caused her intake of breath. “Am I hurting you?”
“Gracious, no. Keep doing that.”
He moved a little and thrust gently within her. As he
continued the sensual dance, Elisa writhed beneath him and met his body. His
heart beat faster and his body spiraled into a bliss he hadn’t ever
experienced. He was sure to expire soon. Kenneth wanted to ensure Elisa enjoyed
her first time, so he slowed his movements and concentrated on her breasts.
“You are bonny and have me besotted.” He gently eased their
bodies together, but she seemed to want to go at a faster pace. Elisa tugged on
his shoulders and pulled him forward.
“Oh, Kenneth, this is…”
“I want to make you feel good, Elisa.” Each time their
bodies met, his heart raced and his breath quickened. He didn’t want to lose
control, but damnation she didn’t give him a choice.
Her core tightened around his hardness and caused his breath
to cease. Her body shook beneath him. Never had he felt pleasure like this, the
convulsions of her womb lured and teased him. His endurance was surely being
tested.
Taking her breast in his mouth, he suckled and used his
tongue to harden the tip. She moaned and called out his name. At that moment,
all he wanted was to plunge deeply and end the torment or die from the
intensity of it.
“Elisa, come with me, love.”
She gripped his arms tighter and tossed her head from side
to side. “What? I can’t think with…when you do that.” She sucked a breath when
he covered her breast again with his mouth, and thrust inside her, their bodies
clapped as they met.
Kenneth lost all sense of control. All he wanted to do was
move his arse and enjoy the tumultuous ride. He kept reminding himself to take
it slow. Teasing and testing her fortitude, he pulled out leisurely and rammed
himself again and again in a slow dance which would hopefully lead her to
pleasure. She gripped his hair and squeezed her legs around his waist.
He thrust deep, knowing it would end his own suffering.
Elisa squealed a sound of pleasure. He moaned and joined her in surrender to
the passion. She cried and muttered nonsensical words. Kenneth cursed. It
caused his end, as every part of him tensed. His body wracked with convulsions
of desire, shaking forcibly, he almost fell atop her. Not wishing to harm her,
he rolled to his side. His breath still harsh and his heart beat ferociously.
Never had he experienced such need or desire.
Elisa lay with her eyes closed, tears wet her lashes.
Gently, he kissed her cheek. Kenneth wanted to speak romantic words to make her
understand what they’d just shared was not common, but she was already asleep.
He took the tartan from the floor and covered her flushed well-loved body and
promptly fell asleep.
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