Page 61 of The Beast

His breath caught and he let out a sharp hiss. “Men wake up hard,” he grunted out by way of explanation.

“It is not a bad thing.” Beatrice slid her hand up and down the hardened shaft. “Is it?”

“I suppose not,” he rolled over her. “Ye want me?”

“Very much so.”

Beatrice tugged at his tunic, but he pulled her hands up above her head. When she squirmed, he took her mouth, kissing her breathless, the entire time his sex sliding between hers, but not entering her.

The friction of what he did made her need even greater, and she pulled away from his kisses. “Duncan, please. Take me.”

Still holding her hands, but now in just one of his, he reached between them and guided himself. With one thrust, he filled her completely and both cried out at the wonderful overwhelming of the senses.

Pulling out and driving back into her, Duncan set a controlled pace. Needing him deeper, Beatrice wrapped her legs around his waist.

To her delight, he released her hands to slip his under her bottom, lifting it off the bed as he continued to plunge, faster and faster, sending them spiraling out of control.

Beatrice cried out blindly as she clutched his shoulders, her fingernails digging through the fabric into his flesh, not wishing to lose herself totally. But it did little to stifle the passion that overtook.

“Oh. Oh. Oh,” she said over and over, needing to verbalize but at the same time unable to form coherent words.

Duncan’s intense expression was a beautiful sight. The cords of his neck protruding as he strained to maintain the pace. His gaze met hers for a moment, and she became lost in his eyes, but soon lost focus when he rolled over so that she straddled him.

For a moment, she was unsure what to do, but instinct took over and she pressed her palms on his chest and allowed him to guide her.

It was a delightful change that brought different sensations. Beatrice used her thighs, riding her husband steadily, reveling in having control of their lovemaking.

His gaze trailed down the length of her body and he touched a spot that brought sharp sensations with each caress. Beatrice lost the rhythm of her movements, her eyes widening when he rubbed the nub at the top of her sex between his fingers.

She shook with a release so hard, a loud cry erupted.

As she trembled from the aftereffects, Duncan took her by the hips and used her body to bring himself to release. His entire large body shook so hard, Beatrice climaxed once again.

“Do ye think someone overheard us?” Beatrice whispered when she finally could.

“If they did not, they are deaf,” Duncan replied as if discussing the weather.

Beatrice sat up alarmed. “Oh, goodness. This is mortifying.”

“We are newly married. It is expected that we enjoy bedsport.” His matter-of-fact tone earned him a smack on the chest from her.

“It may be something to boast about for men. But it is believed women should not enjoy it.”

“Ye can pretend to be offended,” he replied. From the curve to his lips, her husband was quite proud of his accomplishment.

Beatrice slipped from the bed and poured water into the basin to wash up. “We should dress. First meal must already be started. Hopefully, they had all gone downstairs and were not about to overhear.”

By the way everyone in the dining room avoided looking directly at her and the discreet glances between the men, most at the table had indeed either overheard them or those that did not had been informed of it.

“Ye are late to rise this morning,” her oblivious mother stated.

There were grunts and clearing of throats around the table as Duncan’s brothers attempted to keep from laughing. Beatrice glared at Gideon, who sat across from her. It had little effect.

Isobel nudged Beatrice with her leg. “There is much to do today to prepare for the celebration.”

“Some celebrating has already begun,” Ella said with a wide grin. Lady Mariel shook her head giving Ella a warning look.

“Other than some decorating, there is little left to be done. The clan’s people who come to seek counsel from Darach will be sent to the parlor so we can keep the great hall empty until it is time.”