When she felt his lips close on her nipple, goosebumps broke out along her side and arms. His tongue circled her swollen peak and she gasped when she felt the pressure of his teeth rake against her tender flesh. With a pop, he released one breast and moved his mouth to the other as his fingers found her slit again.
Claire’s face flushed and contorted as one, and then two fingers entered her, gliding in and out as his thumbs pulled open her folds. James frowned when he saw her muffle her mouth against their pillow, and made a Scottish noise of disapproval.
“Let me hear ye’, lass,” he crooned.
“I’m afraid the entire castle will hear me.”
James flicked his finger against her slit and felt her gasp as her hips bucked against him. “These walls are made of thick stone. Only the servants with their ear to the door will hear your wee noises.” Her blush deepened and James felt himself harden. God, she was lovely.
“What a relief,” Claire huffed, but James chuckled and raised himself to press his lips to hers, his tongue coaxing her nerves to rest. Balancing his weight on his right arm, James fixed his teeth on the tender flesh where her neck met her shoulder and let his left hand resume its work.
He felt her shiver as his thumb flicked across her bundle of nerves. His fourth finger pushed into her wet heat and began thrusting in time with his thumb’s movements. Her hips began to move against his hand when he felt her shudder.
“Claire?” He murmured into her ear, as his tongue flicked over the shell.
“Please…I want…” a soft squeak sounded from her as James adjusted his thumb on her clit.
“What do you want?” James murmured, his eyes hooded as he watched the red hue color her cheeks and breasts. Her body shook with pleasure and her eyes were wild as she thrashed her head from side to side. His fingers curled inside of her, pressing up into her fleshy walnut and Claire let out a sharp cry.
“Oh God. That.” Claire panted. “Please do that again.”
Another cry sounded from her as his teeth sank into her neck, nibbling behind her ear until her hips began to buck against his hand.
“Christ, yes.” She breathed out strings of blasphemous praise as one hand tangled into Jamie’s hair and the other took a firm grip of his ass. She rubbed her nipples against his chest, letting the breathy mews escape her as she sped towards her pleasure, moving her hips against his fingers until she found the perfect amount of pressure and friction…and burst into a sea of lights, pleasure, and warmth.
Her lips were against his shoulder, and her breath was ragged but his stilled hand gripped her hip and anchored her as she returned to her body, only easing its hold on her when she opened her eyes.
What she saw frightened and thrilled her. He stared at her, his eyes dark and hungry as he rolled between her knees and parted her thighs with his hips. A single thrust and he was inside her to the hilt, their lips exchanging moans and breathy gasps at the feel of their joining.
Claire felt stretched and full, and her belly quivered as she watched the emotion and pleasure ripple over Jamie’s face. He looked maddened and euphoric, and Claire felt her heart grow bold at having caused such pleasure.
He’d planned to be gentle with her, but her wanton cries had awoken a beast within him, one he could scarcely contain. He forced himself to be still while she adjusted to him, but when her hips squirmed against him and he found her eyes brimming with lust, he lost his last leash of restraint.
He rocked his hips and began a ruthless cadence, letting his hips slap against her thighs as he plunged deep inside her. Her whines and gasps grew louder as she spread her legs wider, taking hold of her ankles and meeting his thrusts with her own.
He bellowed his approval as he watched her breasts quake with their motions, his teeth on his bottom lip as he felt his own completion nearing…
He pulled out of her and chuckled at the curses that escaped her lips until he flipped her swiftly onto her belly. He grabbed her hips and dragged them towards him until her knees found purchase.
“Such a sweet…”
Claire howled as his tongue licked a path over her slit, and his hand slapped her outstretched ass. Claire pressed her face into the mattress as he plunged into her from behind, her cries becoming shouts as he thickened inside her.
“Harder,” Claire chanted, squirming against his grip.
“God Almighty,” Jamie cursed and folded over her to pinch her nipple. He thrust into her hard and fast, their passionate cries becoming shouts as Jamie’s fingers parted her folds and pressed against her clit, making her clench against his thickness and send a spike of pleasure through him that shattered his resolve. Within moments, their shouts echoed off the stone walls as her quim fluttered around his cock and he spilled himself within her.
The two collapsed to the side, their limbs refusing to unfold as each trembled against the other. Jamie burrowed his nose into her curls as he felt her legs vine around his own. When her head turned up a moment later, he settled his nose to her crown.
“Jamie,” she whispered against his lips. James hummed against her skin in response. His hum turned into a yelp as her small hand took hold of his balls.
“I want to do it again,” she whispered against his lips.
Hours later, Claire slept soundly on her stomach as Jamie laid awake with his thoughts. He felt a kernel of fear settle in his belly, knowing all that still had to transpire before his people were safe. His family as well.
Claire murmured softly as she turned, her cheek pressing to his chest as her arms wound around his waist. His right hand swept a curl off her cheek as she settled against him, and he nearly cursed at himself in frustration. Bedding her had eased the tension in his groin but replaced it with an affection he had zero will to stamp out. Nay, he cared for her and felt her feelings for him were growing as well.
With the slide of her knee, she had mounted his hips and rubbed his wasted flesh until he was, again, aroused. She’d slid her opening over his length, and carefully, gently, took him inside her. Her fingers traced over his ribs as she guided her chest down to his, pressing kissing to his breastbone, nipples, and clavicle. When her eyes met his, he gave over to her will, letting her set the pace between them. Slowly, she pleasured them both, coaxing moans and whispered pleas from his lips.
Carefully, she had removed a brick from the wall constructed around his heart, and that brought more fear now than relief. Once the first snow fell, Beauly would be safe for five months when the final thaw broke the river’s ice. Until then, he had to keep a brokered peace with the Grants, and keep his vulnerabilities limited to his son.
“Forgive me,” he whispered against Claire’s brow and pressed a kiss to her temple. He breathed a simple prayer against her curls as he felt the beating of her heart against his chest. Sleep did not wait long to take him.
Claire woke the next morning, languidly stretching her limbs as a beam of morning light flooded the bedroom. She turned to find the other side of the bed bare, except for a note upon Jamie’s pillow:
“Gone to see the tenants. Be back in a few days.”
Claire felt her breath come short at the note’s brief statement. A few days? Why hadn’t he mentioned it, or woke her before he left? She felt a pang of unease in her heart, as she looked to the break in the curtains and imagined her husband standing there only hours before.
She bit her bottom lip and cursed her imagination. She never should have thought more of their flirtations, or his attentiveness. Despite the pleasure of the previous evening, their marriage was one of necessity, and imagining more would only break her heart. Straightening her shoulders and her resolve, Claire dressed to meet the day and the castle staff.