“Ah, God, lass,” Geordie growled, peering at Dwyn’s body as she licked and nipped at his nipples. She was on her knees, bent over him, her hair a pale gold curtain, shielding her from his view so that he had to lift it away to see her breasts dangling above his stomach.
Smiling, he released the curtain of hair, and reached under to find her breasts. Geordie smiled when she moaned around his nipple as he fondled and caressed her breasts. His smile died though when one of her hands found his erection and squeezed him with interest.
Growling, he caught her by the upper arms and dragged her up his body, so that she lay half on top of him, her hair drifting around their faces as he claimed her mouth in a searing kiss.
She was breathless and panting when he ended the kiss, but despite that asked with concern, “Did I hurt ye, m’laird?”
“Nay,” he assured her, before rolling her onto her back again. This time he covered her fully. Holding his upper body off of her with his arms, he watched her face and ground himself against her, pleased when she gasped and let her legs open to cuddle him. He slid against her again, his cock gliding against her moist heat and making him grit his teeth.
Damn, he was hard as a poker, and wanted her more than he’d wanted any woman in his life. But he couldn’t take her yet. Geordie was determined to give her as much pleasure as possible before he breached her. The tips of his fingers had pressed against her maid’s veil as he’d pleasured her with his hand. Georgie had even pushed against it twice, but it hadn’t broken, and he didn’t know if it was because he hadn’t pushed far enough in, or it was thick enough that it would take some force to break through. But he hadn’t wanted to cause her pain just then, so he’d kept from further testing the situation. However, either way, Geordie suspected she wouldn’t enjoy the breaching, and he wanted to make sure she enjoyed the before part as much as possible before getting to that. He wanted her to want him again, not fear the marriage bed, so he ground against her again, groaning with her as his cock slid over her.
“Geordie, please,” Dwyn gasped, wrapping her legs around his hips and shifting against him. “I need—”
“Soon, lass,” he growled, grinding against her again.
“But I want— Let me taste ye,” she begged now, clutching at his arms. “Let me make ye want me like I want you.”
Geordie froze at her words, tempted by them. The image they made rear up in his mind almost had him forgetting his good intentions and thrusting into her, but at the last moment, he pulled back, and then pushed away and slithered down her body to get his erection as far from her opening as possible. He didn’t pause until his head was between her legs, and then he pressed her thighs farther apart to open her to his gaze, and ducked his head to press his mouth to her.
A smiled eased the grim expression on Geordie’s face when she cried out and jerked under the first touch, and then he set to work, sucking on the soft folds guarding the jewel beneath, and then licking and sucking the hardening nub before thrusting his tongue where he wanted to put his cock. He didn’t dally and enjoy it this time as he had in the orchard. This was purely to send her over the edge, and he quickly worked her into a frenzy and then added a finger to the mix. The moment she cried out and began to convulse, he raised himself up to kneel between her legs, caught her by the hips, lifted her and drove home.
Dear God in heaven, Geordie thought, sure he’d found paradise. She was so hot, and tight, her inner muscles squeezing him as her body shuddered with her orgasm. Dwyn hadn’t even seemed to notice the tearing, though he’d felt the brief resistance before her veil gave way to him. Now he released her hips and fell forward, catching his upper body with his hands on either side of her shoulders, and bent to claim her mouth and silence her insensate babbling. Dwyn went briefly still, but when he eased himself back out of her and drove back in, she moaned into his mouth and began to kiss him back. When he did it again, she wrapped her arms and legs around him, her fingers clawing at his back and heels pushing at his arse and urging him on.
That’s when Geordie gave up trying to be slow and gentle and began to thrust as he wished, pounding into her, his balls slapping against her, and a growl building in his throat as her body squeezed and milked him. When Dwyn came again, her inner muscles clamped down on him so hard he nearly came too, but Geordie managed to hold himself back by slowing his motions until her muscles eased. He didn’t let himself go until she cried out into his mouth again as she found her third orgasm. Then he stiffened against her and broke their kiss, his head rising and her name slipping from his lips on a groan as he poured himself into her.
It was only as Geordie collapsed on top of her and then quickly rolled to the side, taking her with him, that he recalled his intention not to spill his seed in her. A frown claiming his lips, Geordie closed his eyes unhappily as he realized he’d failed Dwyn there.
“I do no’ think we should marry, m’laird.”
Geordie’s eyes blinked open with amazement.
“No’ until—” she began.
“Are ye mad, woman?” he interrupted with shock. “We are married. There’s no thinking we should or no’.”
“What?” She lifted her head to peer at him with surprise. “Nay, we just—”
“I asked ye to marry me. Ye said aye. And I bedded ye. We’re handfasted. As good as married in the eyes of the law,” he pointed out grimly.
“Aye, I said aye first,” she agreed, “but then I said nay.”
Geordie narrowed his eyes. “We are handfasted, Dwyn. And the contracts are drawn up. We are wed by law already, and the wedding for the church is tomorrow.”
“What?” she gasped, pulling away to gape at him.
Geordie stared at her with a combination of bewilderment and anger. For God’s sake, there were six women in the keep who would have been glad to marry him, and he picked the one who looked horrified at the prospect.
“But we canno’ be, Geordie,” she protested unhappily. “Ye do no’ ken what ye’re getting into, m’laird. Ye should ha’e been warned. Did me da tell ye what is happening at Innes ere he got ye to sign the contract? Nay, o’ course he did no’,” she answered herself before he could, and then added, “I’m sure ye can use that to get out o’ marrying me do ye wish it.”
Geordie stared at her miserable face, and sighed heavily with both weariness and relief as he realized that it was not that she didn’t wish to marry him, but that she was sure he wouldn’t want to once he knew . . . whatever the hell it was her father hadn’t told him, he thought grimly. He hadn’t a clue what that was, but supposed he’d better find out so that he could soothe her fears in that regard.
Easing her away from his chest, Geordie shifted himself up to sit with his back against the headboard, then caught Dwyn’s upper arms and dragged her up to rest against his chest. Peering down then, he stared at her beautiful breasts, sighed as he felt his cock stir and pressed her head to his chest before grabbing some of her hair and shifting it to cover as much of her body as he could.
“There,” he growled, once he couldn’t see her curvy little body and get distracted. “Now, tell me what ’tis ye’re so worried about.”