Page 36 of The Blacksmith’s Wish

When he pulled her close, the rough fabric of the tunic against her bare skin was deliciously arousing. Effie wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him deeply as they lowered to the bed.

His weight over hers was as sensual as the feel of his lips and the invasion of his tongue. Instinctively, she arched up against the muscular body, desperate for more of him. When she began sliding her hands down from his neck, he took them both and held in one of his over her head, pinning them against the mattress. He wasn’t ready for her to explore his body, and she understood.

A moan escaped as the furnace between her legs demanded more. “I want ye Gowan,” she whispered, her voice hoarse.

“I cannae hold back. I must have ye.” Gowan’s voice was deep, almost feral, the heated words blowing against her ear.

“Take me.” She met his gaze for a long moment. “Please.”

Gowan’s free hand slid down the side of her body, the calloused palm warm against her cool skin. Every place he touched responded, her skin prickled with awareness, almost as if being submerged into a hot bath, the water soothing while deliciously lapping against bare skin.

“Mmmmm,” Effie moaned softly, as no words could form as Gowan’s head lowered, lips trailing down past her jaw, licking and kissing the sensitive part of her neck, stopping at her breast where he took the pert tip into his mouth and suckled until she hovered on the edge of losing control.

Ever so slowly, his free hand slid down the side of her body, across her hips then delving between her legs.

He explored her sex, his fingers sliding between the folds, and her body’s reaction was immediate. The passion between her legs burned hotter.

Heat surged down her legs and up to her midriff, tiny bursts of heat setting her body on fire. Effie let out a loud moan, lifting her hips from the bed. Gowan seemed to understand what she needed because he slipped a thick finger inside of her at the same time, his thumb stroked the sensitive nub at her very core.

Effie shattered.

Her body burst into fragments as the most delightful sensations overwhelmed her mind and body.

As she floated, she was aware of Gowan took himself in hand and guided his hardened sex to the very spot where she burned with continued desire.

She urged him between moans to hurry. Finally slowly with deliberate care, he pushed into her pliant body. Effie bit her bottom lip to keep from screaming at the mixture of relief and need.

“Move!” she commanded when he hesitated. Thankfully when he began moving, his hips lifting and lowering, his thickness filled her completely before sliding out again.

Making love with Gowan was indescribable; it was the most wonderful experience.

“M-more,” she gasped and lifted her hips to meet his thrust. Understanding her need, Gowan thrust deeper, the girth of his sex fulfilling and his length touching a place that to her utter amazement brought even more satisfaction.

“Oh!” Effie wrapped her legs around him as he slid in and out. Each time he let out a hoarse sound so erotic, she almost lost control just at the sound of it.

He took her mouth again with fervor, demanding and unyielding. Effie returned the kiss and removing her hands from his hold she raked her fingers through his thick hair.

Gowan’s thrusts became rhythmic, the sides of his pelvis rocking against her thighs. At first soft, but soon his thrusts became harder, faster, the sound of flesh against flesh filling the room.

Suddenly stars burst behind her eyelids as her body broke into thousands of pieces, a sensation so wonderful, as if falling from a precipice whilst enveloped in warmth.

Through the haze of passion, Gowan continued his quest, his large body moving faster until he drove in one last time, a guttural groan announcing his own release. Just before he collapsed atop her thoroughly spent.

Effie wrapped her arms around his broad body, holding him, wanting to prolong their bodies being joined.

Breathless, his body still trembling, Gowan eased onto his side beside her, gathering Effie into his arms as though she belonged nowhere else. One broad hand rested against the small of her back while the other gently stroked her hair, his touch surprisingly tender for a man whose hands spent their days shaping iron.

Neither of them spoke, not wishing to ruin the wonder of what they’d shared with words.

Silence settled around them, warm and comforting, broken only by the steady rhythm of their breathing and the crackle of the dying fire. What had passed between them had been far more than two lonely hearts seeking comfort. Somewhere along the winding path of shared experiences and tumultuous exchanges, their souls had become entwined.

She felt it now. An invisible thread, stronger than any chain Gowan had ever forged that bound them together. No matter where life carried them, she knew a part of her heart would always remain with him.

Effie nestled closer, listening to the steady beat of his heart beneath her cheek. It was a sound she could happily fall asleep to for the rest of her days.

His lips brushed her temple with such reverence that tears pricked behind her closed eyes. “It feels good to have ye beside me,” he whispered, so softly she wondered if he meant for her to hear.

Wrapped in his warmth, Effie’s heavy eyelids drifted shut.