Page 91 of Captured by a Laird
“I cannot be gentle this time,” he warned her.
Instead of running from the room, she touched his cheek, and lust roared through him.
He kissed her with all the anger and anguish that was raging through him in a torrent. He had feared for her life so many times in the past hours. That fear roiled with fury and the wrenching pain that had torn his heart in two.
His hands sought desperately for her bare skin, pulling at her gown until the hooks ripped from the cloth. He jerked her bodice down, then lifted her higher to bury his face between her breasts, while he tried to push her endless skirts out of his way.
He had to have her. Now. He didn’t want to give himself time to think. Didn’t want to remember that she cared nothing for him, that she tried to leave him, that she fled to his enemies.
In a fever, he stroked and kissed her, drowning himself in his need for her. He grazed his teeth along her throat and tasted her skin. When he finally freed her skirts from between them, he ground his pelvis against her, his erection rubbing against her heat.
He was a man blinded with pain and lust.
***
Alison was thrilled by the strength of David’s passion. For once, he was not treating her as if he feared she would break. He was holding nothing back.
When the Blackadders took her, she had feared she might never see him again. Never touch his face, never hear his voice, and never have the chance to show him how she felt.Now she wanted him as desperately as he wanted her. When David crushed his mouth against hers, she dug her fingers into his shoulders and kissed him back, matching his passion.
No matter how tightly she held him, she could not get close enough. She wanted to leap into the flames with David Hume. Her husband, her lover, the man who had earned her trust and stolen her heart.
She slid her hand between them to unfasten his breeks. “I want ye inside me.”
Instead, he unhooked her legs from around his waist and stood her on her feet while he tore her gown and chemise down over her hips until they fell around her feet. He dropped to his knees, and she gasped even before his mouth touched her.
God have mercy!She fell back against the wall and gripped his hair in her fingers under the sensual assault of his mouth and tongue, circling, sucking and licking until she came in a pounding climax. Her knees were so weak she would have fallen, but he held her against the wall. In one motion, he rose to his feet and thrust inside her.
She gasped as another orgasm hit her with a burst of blinding light. She did not know if she was dying and glimpsing heaven. And still he pounded into her. She sank her fingernails into his shoulders and screamed his name.
His release came in a cry of anguish.
He dropped his forehead against the wall, and she felt the pounding of his heart against her chest. They were both gasping for air, and sweat glistened on their skin. Though her limbs felt weak, she kept her arms and legs wrapped around him. She wanted to stay joined like this forever.
She was so depleted that her mind was sluggish. Words, even if she could have formed them, seemed inadequate after such intense lovemaking.
She had hope that all would be well between them now.
He carried her to the bed, and they collapsed onto it. Though it must be the middle of the day, she had not slept the night before and the ordeal with her uncle and the Blackadders had taken its toll. She hooked her arm around David so she would know if he tried to leave and fell into an exhausted sleep.
She had no idea how long she’d been sleeping when he woke her to make love again. The first time had been in anger, but this time he shattered her with his tenderness. He kissed her as if he might never get the chance again.
With every touch, every kiss, every murmured endearment that escaped from his lips, he exposed his heart to her. The connection between them was too deep for him to deny it.
Though David did not want to be, he was hers again.
***
David got out of bed and gathered his clothes, which were scattered on the floor with hers. When he saw the ragged edge of her torn shift, he felt a surge of guilt for ripping her clothes off and taking her like an animal.
Then, the second time, he’d let her see his bleeding heart. He would not make that mistake again. He had his pride.
He looked at Alison lying on the bed, looking as innocent and vulnerable as ever. Despite her disloyalty and his fury, he had to fight the temptation to lie back down and hold her in his arms.
He had become as weak as his father.
David had hoped she would say something that would change what had happened. But there were no words she could say that would not be false. Her actions had spoken so forcefully that only a desperate fool could find a way to ignore them and believe in the soft looks she gave him.
He was desperate, but he was never a fool.
