Page 66 of Scent of a Highland Lass
“Emer,” Caillen begged, “if ye love me, lass, ye’ll nae leave. Well? Do ye?”
He had her over a barrel. She could not lie.
Emer gave a small nod of her head. As dim as the lighting in the bedchamber was, Caillen was still able to see.
He swept her up into his arms once more, “Thank goodness,” he whispered huskily, “I thought me stupid tantrum had chased the love out o’ yer heart. Dearest, darling Emer, dinnae leave me, I beg ye.”
She struggled and then collapsed against his chest, “But we have different ranks – what will folks say?”
Caillen had heard enough. He picked Emer up and threw her down on the bed, just the way he had dreamed of doing since they had first kissed. When he went to lay beside her, he lifted her gloriously dark hair out from under her shoulders and began to kiss her neck. In between the warm, ardent kisses, he said, “If it means that much to ye, Em, I’ll renounce the Lairdship.”
His mouth moved further down to her breasts, gently pushing back her demure fichu and throwing it to the side; his fingers untied her bodice with feverish urgency. Once her breasts were exposed to his hot, passionate embrace, Emer had difficulty in concentrating on anything else. It was as if his caresses had the power to stop her decision to leave the castle in its tracks. All she could think about was how desirable Caillen looked when he removed his shirt.
As though reading her mind, Caillen ripped his shirt off his shoulders. The moment Emer saw the hard, firm muscles rippling over his arms, stomach, and chest, a feeling of pleasure coursed through her veins. When she touched his skin, a craving sensation electrified her body, warming the place where she was rubbing her thighs together in desperate anticipation for what was to come.
Their desire for each other was stronger than any thought or argument. They had a desperate need to experience the union they both knew would leave them with utter fulfillment. Not bothering to undress, the urge was so intense. Caillen lifted her skirts, and they joined their bodies together with a thrusting, pulsing haste. The memory of what had happened in this room before only served to make them want it more.
Emer clasped him closer to her, feeling the rhythm in their bodies mount in unison. He was everything she ever wanted in a man; so potent, so masculine, and ruggedly handsome. And he was hers, of that she had no doubt. She could feel his need to release mounting with every plunge of his hips, and so she allowed her body to let go. When he heard her sighs of bliss increase and grow louder, Caillen found it as intoxicating as he found her beautiful.
After what seemed like an eternity of heaven, the two lovers fell back on the covers, breathless and satiated. But the feeling lingered in the air that this moment was not enough, and they would want to do it again very soon.
Not one hour had passed before Emer felt the need to press her body insistently against Caillen’s once more. They had been lying in one another’s arms, so tightly intertwined she was not sure where her body ended, and his began. When her passion rose up within her, it almost took her by surprise – it felt as though whatever he did to her only made her crave him more.
But this time, Emer wanted to be undressed, and there was nothing she needed more right now than to see Caillen naked beside her, to lick and caress and inhale him to her heart’s content. When she began untying her riding habit, Caillen’s interest revived immediately. He did not even have to be asked before he was removing his clothes as urgently as Emer.
The room – their special room – had become sultry and warm with the quickening of their breathing and sensual, voluptuous strokes. This time, it would be a voyage of discovery, possibly the most important merging of their bodies since they first realized they desired each other. They were naked, and the night stretched ahead of them with uninterrupted possibilities. His mouth explored her hidden places, no longer needing to use his hands to make her burst with the utmost delectable delight. He let her mount him, and she, in turn, allowed him to turn her onto her stomach and move into her from behind. There did not seem to be any part of her or any position that would not bring her to the peak of satisfaction.
Emer lost count of the number of times she screamed out loud in pleasure and could only be thankful this part of the castle was kept empty when there were no guests. For a long while, it seemed as though they were trapped in a sensual bubble of bliss, where time stood still, and their bodies were able to regenerate an eagerness at just one touch or kiss.
Eventually, they felt satiated, exhausted, and calm enough to talk about the future.
“I’ll nae let ye out o’ me sight again, sweet Em,” Caillen whispered in her ear, “just in case ye have any ideas about leaving.”
She gave a soft giggle, still giddy after the climax which had shaken her body.
“Then ye better tell Gilby to go back down to the stables and unsaddle poor Bessie,” she said.
Then Emer Wylie turned on her side and - making sure Caillen, Laird Maclachlan of Maclachlan castle keep was watching - began to show him how deeply she loved him.
The End?
