Page 94 of Laird of Wrath

“I believe ye promised me something,” she reminded him.

“I believe that ye were the one who made the promise,” he said. “Ye said that after a month, ye would be mine.”

“I’ve always been yers.”

They gazed into each other’s eyes for a few moments.

Rhea could lose herself in his gaze now that it was so open, revealing his every thought and feeling. He had always been a closed book to her, but not anymore. Now he let himself shine through instead of trying to hide from her, finding no more fear in his feelings.

They kissed again, and she used his grip on her to drag him into her bedroom and toward her bed. Her knees hit the mattress, and she fell back onto the covers, pulling him along with her.

Callum laughed against her lips, never once breaking the kiss. She could feel his heartbeat through their clothes, the steady rhythm like a drum. It grounded her, keeping her in the moment, no matter how much her mind wanted to dredge up all her worries.

“Make me yers, Callum,” Rhea whispered. “Please… I’ve waited for so long.”

Callum nodded earnestly, his hands roving over her shoulders, her arms, her hips, then back up to her breasts as he began to undress her. She arched into his touch. She had missed it so much, and she had thought that she would never feel it again.Now, every touch of his fingers was another flame, setting her alight.

Soon, her clothes were on a pile on the floor, and so were his. He did not tease her, and she was grateful for it. They had waited too long to feel each other, and their hands were urgent in their grip, desperately clutching at each other as if they both feared the other would drift away.

Callum kissed her lips, her neck, her collarbone, his lips soft and dry against her skin. When they found the swell of her breasts, she gasped, her lips parting in a moan.

She wrapped her arms around his neck, and her hand slid into his hair, her fingers carding through the dark strands as he drew her nipple into his mouth and sucked on it.

She could hardly believe that the moment had finally come for the two of them to consummate their marriage. A part of her felt like this marriage was brand new, like it had only just begun when Callum had returned from the war. But at the same time, their connection felt so old, as if she had always known that she would be his.

Her core pulsed with anticipation. Molten heat coursed through her veins. The slide of his skin against hers was unlike anything she had ever experienced before, so intimate and so gentle that it threatened to drive her mad with desire.

They had a different rhythm now. Every other encounter they had had not been rushed, not exactly, but filled with eagerpassion. Now, though still eager, they took the time to explore each other, to run their hands over skin, to map each other’s bodies.

Rhea wanted to learn every inch of him. She wanted to know his body as well as she knew her own, to claim him, to keep a part of him always within her.

When he reached between her legs, his fingers teasing her folds, he found her already wet and wanting. She couldn’t hold back her moans as he teased her again and again, pressing against her nub and demanding her pleasure.

“Please,” she said, breathless. “I’ve waited long enough, Callum. Take me. Make me yers.”

She didn’t have to ask again. With a groan, Callum slowly slid inside her, only going as far as he thought she could handle. The sensation was odd, foreign, but no less pleasurable, and she surrendered to it immediately.

She wanted more. She wanted everything he could give her, and she was determined to have it. Wrapping her legs around his waist, she urged him to go deeper until he was buried inside her to the hilt.

Above her, Callum groaned as he began to thrust gently, carefully.

“Ye’ll tell me if ye wish to stop.” It was not a question, but a command.

“Daenae stop,” she gasped.

She never wanted him to stop. She never wanted this to end. She had never thought that she could feel so connected to him, as if they were truly one, their bodies merging until they didn’t know where she ended and he began.

Sweat pooled between their bodies, the slick slide of their skin more erotic than Rhea could have thought. Every thrust, every moan and gasp from Callum’s lips made her shiver, pressure building deep in her core.

Their coupling was more intense than their previous encounters, and though she had experienced similar pleasure from his hands and his clever tongue, nothing compared to this.

“Ye have nay idea what ye do to me,” Callum panted, bracing himself on his forearms so he could look down at her. His hand cradled the top of her head, and the tenderness of the gesture made her heart swell with such love that she thought it would burst. “Ye’re the bonniest thing I’ve ever seen.”

“Callum!” she cried out at a particularly hard thrust, pleasure spearing through her.

It was as if he could hardly restrain himself, as if he wanted nothing more than to lose control and claim her in a wild,animalistic way. And yet he kept his thrusts slow, all while drinking in the sight of her beneath him.

“I want to see ye fall apart for me,” he said. “Come now. Show me how good it feels.”