Excerpt Copyright @ 2019 Kara Griffin
Douglas wouldn’t wait any longer. He
slid her gown lower until he pulled it off completely. She lay there with only
her shift covering her. Her lovely skin glowed in the candlelight. Utter
perfection met his eyes, long shapely legs led to curvy hips. He removed his
tunic and practically ripped it from his body then released the belt that held
his tartan in place. Once he was free of his garments, he joined Isabel on the
bedding.
She pulled a tartan over her and inched
to the side of the bed. She was fearful. He’d taken too much time admiring her
beautiful body. She hid under the covers.
“Isabel, you trust me, don’t you?”
Her voice muffled. “I should, shouldn’t
I?”
“I want you to trust me. There’s
nothing to be afraid of. You’ll enjoy this, I promise.”
She peeked from under the cover. “All
right, Douglas. I better.”
He grinned. “Mayhap you would relax if
you could do as you wish. Is there something you want to do?”
Isabel considered it. “Aye.” She turned
to him, and he lay back with his hands behind his head, his face most serious.
“I never took advantage when you were recovering, and looked…” Her eyes
followed the path of his chest which sprinkled with a light covering of hair,
down toward her goal. Did she have enough courage to continue onward? Douglas
laughed. He took her hand and placed it on his rock-hard erection. Isabel
caressed him awkwardly. She’d probably never been so bold to do something such
as this. She moved her hand to his chest and used her fingers to outline the
contours of his muscles.
“I want you, Isabel.”
He heard her giggle when he pushed her
back onto the bed. Douglas removed her shift before she realized it was gone.
His hand slipped up her leg until he felt her mass of womanly curls. She
shrieked when he cupped her and applied gentle strokes. He moved his hand in a
circular motion, pressing, prodding, and teasing.
Isabel’s body reacted to his touch. She
threw her head back and moaned at the pleasure he created. He kissed her throat
and glided his lips temptingly over her skin. She was senseless now, only
feeling the warmth increasing inside her. He positioned himself, but she
squeezed her eyes closed and braced herself. He caressed her face, and she
opened her eyes.
“Isabel, I won’t proceed until you’re
ready.”
“I’m ready.”
“Nay, you’re not, but you will be,” he
vowed.
“How will you know when I’m ready?”
“I will.” He didn’t give her a chance
to retort. His mouth once again covered hers. The kiss drove her to the edge.
She moaned sweetly in his embrace. Douglas used every stratagem to get her to
surrender. He wanted to abandon himself to the fervency of their lovemaking. He
tenderly kissed her before he knelt between her legs. This time, she was ready.
He pushed forward, slowly entering her. He reached the point of the invasion he
dreaded. She was still a virgin.
“Hold on to me, Isabel, this may hurt.”
He pressed onward until he was fully embedded within her womb. “Don’t move,
cat-eyes, the pain will lessen.”
She looked up at him and frowned. “Is
it over?”
“It’s only just begun.” He chuckled
then groaned when she moved against him. Douglas pulled from her slightly and
she gasped. An amazing rush moved within him. She whimpered when he shifted
again. He moved leisurely at first and hoped to pleasure her. The sounds she
made from her throat spurred him to thrust harder. Her soul edged closer to the
marvelous experience. Douglas plunged forth instinctively and nearly expired.
He couldn’t take much more. A stream of sweat rolled down his forehead, as his
body shook with desire.
Isabel moaned and spiraled into
climatic chaos. She cried out. Douglas joined her in the climax. He threw back
his head and shouted to the rafters overhead. Afterward, he rolled onto his
back, his breath raucous, his heart beat wild. He thought it might explode in
his chest. A chill from the window cooled his damp skin.
Isabel smiled and turned to him, and
caressed his forearm. “Douglas, are you all right?”
“Never better.”
“Me, too.”
He pulled her forward for a gentle
kiss. “If I didn’t know better, I’d say you just slew me.”
“I’m sorry, Douglas, I didn’t mean to.”
She yawned.
He laughed. “I’m not sorry, that’s what
was supposed to happen. Did I hurt you?”
“Nay. Not really. I am a bit tender.”
“Isabel, you were a virgin. I’ve been
the only man to be with you. It’s as it should be.”
She gasped and quickly sat and turned
to peer at him. “I am…was? Are you certain?” Her eyes narrowed as if she didn’t
believe him.
“I breached your maidenhead. If you
hadn’t been a virgin, you’d not have such.”
“Truly? You’re not saying that to allay
me?”
“You were a bride in every sense of the
word.” He gathered she was pleased by the news, just as he was.
“I’m truly wed to you, and you’re my
husband in every sense.” She laughed gaily.
He smiled happily. “What amuses you?”
“I’m relieved to know this. Thank you.”
“You’ve nothing to thank me for. I’m
glad we married. We’ll have a good life together.”
Isabel leaned over him. “You’re a
charming man, Douglas. I don’t doubt we’ll have a good life together, but I
want you to know I’m not weak nor simpleminded.”
“I’ve never thought you weak or
simpleminded.”
“You can’t tell me that. What about
when I carried on when we were attacked in the woods?”
“Let’s not talk about this. I’m still
recovering.” He scratched his chest and pulled her into his embrace.
“When can we do that again?”
Douglas laughed. “Give me a minute or
two.”
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