Excerpt Copyright @ 2019 Kara Griffin
Disrobing a virgin had to be the most daunting task for any
new husband. He wanted her naked and beneath him with her soft body reassuring
him of the passion that flowed between them. Liam eased the fabric of her gown
higher, but her hands kept him from lifting it further.
“You need to unclasp it from the back.”
He held out his hand and drew her to her feet. Liam wanted
to rip the vexing garment off her and have his way with her. Instead, he took a
calming breath and turned her around. He found the clasps hidden by a seam down
the center of her back. Once each clasp was undone, he slid his finger along
the soft skin now exposed to him. With a gentle touch, he shifted the fabric at
her shoulders until the gown fell down her arms.
She stepped out of the puddled garment, but wouldn’t turn
and face him.
Liam pulled his tunic over his head and tossed it onto the
ground. He kept the tartan around his waist in place so he wouldn’t intimidate
her already frightened sensibilities.
He wanted to touch her and pulled her back against his bared
chest. The fabric of her scanty chemise did little to warm her, but his skin
would heat her soon enough. He was hot. Desire wreaked havoc through him and
scorched his blood with taunting need. Liam smoothed his rough hands down her
arms, content for now to be touching her.
“Are you going to hide from me?”
She turned and set her hands on his chest. “No. What do you
want me to do?”
He caressed her cheek with the backs of his fingers. “Kiss
me.”
Liam set his arms around her and pressed his hands on her
back, bringing her close. He held her with one hand and used the other to tilt
her head. Her green eyes misted with passion. His lips took possession of hers.
The longer he kissed her the more his body reminded him of his need. But he
also remembered that this was his wife, his virgin wife, a woman who needed to
be wooed not ravished.
Hell, he needed to slow down. But his hands didn’t heed that
thought as they perused her, touching, squeezing, and caressing her. Liam
half-drug her to the bed and without dislodging his mouth, set her gently down.
His body covered hers and his hand moved to the fleshy mound of her breast. It
was all he could do to remind himself to breathe.
Makenna in-turn caressed him, moving and soothing his shoulders,
arms, and back with her tender touch. He groaned at the pleasure her hands
evoked. The arousing torment rode him and Liam didn’t like the slip of his
restraint. He broke free of their kiss and rasped as he set his head in the
crook of her shoulder. Maintaining control was going to be more difficult than
the thought.
He set light kisses at the soft skin on the base of her
neck. She shifted her leg against him and writhed.
“You feel nice. I like touching you,” she said, trailing her
fingers over his abdomen.
“Do you ken how much I want you?” He suspected she wanted
him, but not nearly as much as he wanted her. He tucked his fingers beneath her
chemise and pushed it upward then slid them down until he came in contact with
the wetness of her sex.
She moaned when his fingers explored her, gently easing in
and rubbing her with strokes of his intent. “Ah, love, you’re sweet.” He leaned
forward and kissed her while he continued to pleasure her with his fingers.
Liam groaned, knowing how good it would be between them. She
was ready for him, but she was tight. The last thing he wanted was to hurt her.
He pulled away and set his forehead against hers. With a resigned breath, he
swore to take it slow. Only she wouldn’t let him.
She unfastened his belt and shoved the tartan at his waist
away. Her hand smoothed its way over his hips and the curve of his arse. Liam
held his breath and released it when she pulled his face to look at her. Her
blush was verily bonny and her lips well-flushed.
“Liam, I want to … need to … need you.”
“I ken you do, sweetheart, but we should go slow. I promised
not to hurt you, but I—”
“Don’t make me wait.” Her words were a whispered plea.
He tried to be as gentle as he could when he entered her. He
was nearly there when he heard her gasp. Liam stilled, he lifted his head and
told her with his eyes how much she pleased him. He couldn’t speak and gritted
his teeth.
She calmed a moment later and reclaimed him when she wrapped
her legs around his hips. He thrust until he broke through her maidenhead, the
entire time he continued to kiss her cries away.
“Love, look at me.”
Her scrunched eyes opened and she relaxed.
“The pain will subside. Now comes the pleasurable part.”
Her smile dazzled him. “You promise?”
“Aye,” he said, and shifted his hips and teased her with
short, purposeful movements.
Makenna squealed a sound of pleasure and gripped his
shoulders. She held him firmly, and for dear life as her nails pierced him. It
was all the sign Liam needed. He released the constraint he’d placed on himself.
His thrusts turned to haste and he became mindless as desire swept over him.
What little control he maintained fled with each moan from her sweet lips.
He continued to caress her, kiss her, and used every wile to
coerce her desire. Her womb tightened around his rod, sending urgent longing
within him. He thrashed madly when the first rivets of her culmination
reverberated and squeezed his length. Liam groaned, knowing he was about to
meet his end. But damnation, she needed to get there before him.
She trembled and continued to touch him. Liam gritted his
teeth again and steeled himself. He swore he wouldn’t climax until she was good
and ready to meet him. He did the only thing that came to mind and bespoke
vulgar, yet sexy words of encouragement. His words whispered near her ear drew
her rush of breath.
“Ah, that’s it, love, find your way. Feel me inside you?
Give yourself to me.” He jerked his body forward with such force, she yelled
out. He kept up the tumultuous movements until she lay back, lethargic in his
arms and sated.
His climax consumed him. Liam stilled and let the shattering
torment of his body release. His growl came with the volatile banging of his
heart. When he could breathe again, he pressed the locks of her hair away from
her face and kissed her gently by her wounded ear.
“By God, I love that,” he muttered, but kept her secure
against him.
She touched his face and smiled. “I believe I love it too.”
Makenna laughed. “I find it silly that I feared it.”
Liam slid his body to her side and pulled her against him.
“You won’t ever fear me, Makenna. Say it. I want the words.”
“Nay, I shan’t ever fear you, Liam.”
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