The Condemned Highlander by Donna Fletcher
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Brogan was all for consummating their vows, but in a shed that leaked rain from the rainstorm that pounded overhead was not exactly what he had in mind. But what difference did it make when they had declared their love for each other. That was all that mattered. That and that she had agreed willingly to their marriage had his shaft aching so hard for her that he thought he would wither from the pain.
“You are sure?” he asked, wanting her to have no regrets for her hasty decision.
“We must if we are to remain together or we risk losing what we have found,” she said as if she was doing it because it was the most sensible thing to do.
Brogan got to his feet and stilled her hands when she went to remove her shift. “But is it what you want? Do you want to make love with me?”
She blinked several times as she stared silently at him and her pause had him holding his breath.
Annis finally found her voice. “I have seen animals rut and while I think the act itself is—strange—it has its purpose. I have consumed the leaves the witch advised me to take daily to prevent conception. It is wise of us to wait to have a bairn not knowing what fate either of us might meet. However, I am glad we build our marriage on love. It is a firm foundation and will serve us well.”
That she viewed their marriage as a structure she would construct did not surprise him though it did please him. It was important to her that the dwellings she built were strong and durable, which meant she was building their marriage with the intention it would endure through the years.
He kissed her gently, then his hands went to her shift. “Let me, wife.”
As soon as her shift hit the ground, her hands went to his garments to help him out of them. Once they were both naked, he scooped her up in his arms. Her skin was like ice against his skin that had heated with passion and was close to consuming him. He laid her down gently on the blanket they had spread out on the ground. He would heat her with fiery passion and love… until it consumed them both.
A crack of thunder was ignored as Brogan’s lips came down upon his wife’s eager ones. He did not want to hurry. He wanted their first time together to be something that would linger lovingly in their memories for years to come, a memory that would bring a smile to their faces when they were withered with age.
“I love kissing you,” he said when he moved his mouth off hers.
“And I love when you kiss me. Though, I warn you that if you do not keep me thoroughly kissed, I will chase after you for kisses,” she said with a light laugh.
“And I will let you catch me every time.”
Her smile faded slowly. “Be patient with me. I know nothing of coupling.”
He kissed her again. “It comes more naturally than you would think and knowing you as well as I do, you will no doubt ask questions along the way.”
“You do not mind if I do?” she asked, appearing relieved.
Brogan could not help but chuckle. “You are a gem, wife, and nay, I do not mind your questions, though I prefer you to keep them silent until we are done.”
“But what if—”
“Trust me, wife, you will be glad for it,” he said, not giving her a chance to finish speaking.
“I worry, though, that I may—OH!”
Brogan’s mouth had settled over her nipple, his tongue wasting no time turning the partially hard bud solid. The sweetness of her nipple pleasured his tongue and he feasted on it for some time before taking the bud between his teeth and nipping lightly.
Her groans and the way she arched her back, raising her chest up to him was proof of her own pleasure and he settled his mouth on her other breast. She arched a bit higher, and he suckled the nipple as if he could not get enough. His hand drifted slowly down from her breast to caress her slim waist and over the generous curve of her hip before he caressed farther down to her firm backside. He squeezed her cheek tight as he pushed her bottom up against him so that she could feel the thickness of his shaft.
“Ohhhh!” she moaned with a pleasure she did not know existed and kept her back arched so that his mouth did not leave her breast. And she welcomed the feel of his solid manhood, rubbing eagerly against her.
His mouth left her breast and his pleasure-soaked eyes settled on hers as his hand found its way between her legs and he slipped his fingers inside her. “Mine,” he whispered.
She responded without thought. She hurried her hand between them to grab his shaft tight. “Mine,” she said and not in a whisper.
He almost gasped, she held him so tight and just as he expected, movement came to her naturally and she began to slide her hand up and down his shaft. Damn, but it felt good, and he dropped his brow to rest against hers and closed his eyes.
“Damn, that feels good,” he whispered, and his fingers once again began to move inside her.
Annis groaned not only at the intense delight his talented fingers sent shooting through her body, but from the feel of his shaft growing and pulsating in her hand. It had her eager to find how the size and strength of his manhood would feel inside her.
Brogan raised his head and ordered, “Let go or I will spill my seed in your hand when I would rather spill it inside you.”
Annis let go instantly. “I want to feel you inside me.”
Brogan groaned. “We have just gotten started.”
“I cannot wait. I need you inside me,” she ordered.
His thumb worked its way through her thatch of red hair to tease her sensitive nub. “I can satisfy you more than once.”
She grabbed his arm to move his hand off her, but she could not budge it. “Nay, Brogan. Our marriage must be consummated for our vows to be sealed, so no one can take you from me.”
His hand stilled and he leaned his face close to hers. “I would kill anyone who dares to take you from me.”
She took his face in her hands. “I love you, Brogan, now and always.”
His heart filled with a love and a joy he had never known, not until this fiery-haired beauty entered his life. Good God, how he loved her. He went to tell her, but she pressed her fingers to his lips.
“Now, husband, I need you now,” she urged, spreading her legs.
Sweet wetness greeted the tip of his shaft as he rested it at her entrance, and he fought the overpowering urge to sink into her and feel her close around him. “Hold on to me,” he ordered.
Her hands rushed and took hold of his muscled arms as best she could.
“Tell me if I hurt you,” he said.
She shook her head. “You won’t.”
“You will tell me,” he ordered, gritting his teeth against the pulsating strength of his needy shaft.
Annis raised her bottom and wiggled her backside and the tip of his shaft slipped in. “Now, Brogan. Now!”
He surrendered to her demand and as he slipped in intending to go slow, her backside shot up and plunged him deep inside her.
She let out a cry, he thought of pain, then she began to move beneath him.
He moved as well, his strong arms stiff on either side of her, keeping him hovering above her as he drove in and out of her, setting a rhythm for them that he increased slowly.
Her sheath was tight and wet and felt so amazing that he was sure he would never get enough of her. But the best part was that being inside her was that for the first time in a very long time, or perhaps forever, he did not feel alone. He felt he was part of her. He felt he was loved.
Annis held on to him tight and moaned with a pleasure that built as Brogan’s tempo increased. She raised her backside slamming against him, urging him to go faster.
Brogan caught her eyes with his. “I do not want to hurt you.”
“I am not fragile,” she assured him.
He grinned. “Hold on, wife.”
Annis did just that and lost herself with every powerful thrust until…
Plunk!
The fat raindrop hit her forehead and she ignored it, but then another followed and another. Brogan’s head was tilted back as he moaned with his own pleasure, leaving the raindrops to miss him and hit her.
She ignored them, not wanting to disturb his enjoyment or her own, or the need that overpowered her, but raindrops increased coming faster and faster and she realized that the hole in the roof was growing wider.
“Brogan!”
His head shot up and when he saw her rain-soaked face, he quickly moved to cover her.
“You have to hurry,” she urged. “The hole in the roof grows bigger.”
“I will move us.”
“NAY! NAY!” She moved urgently against him.
Brogan realized she was too close to climax, but then so was he. It would take merely seconds and he pounded into her with an urgency they both felt.
Annis cried out as she exploded with such intense pleasure that she thought she might faint, and it grew when she heard Brogan join her.
At that moment, part of the roof above them collapsed, pouring rain down upon them and roof debris.
Brogan hurried and lowered himself down over her, covering her entirely with his body, while they both shuddered from their explosive climaxes. After a few moments, he felt her tremble beneath him, and he worried that she might have gotten hurt.
He raised himself above her. “Annis?”
She was laughing. “This wonderful night is going to live long and happily in my memory.” She grabbed his face and kissed him and laughed again. “You are getting soaked. We should move now.”
He laughed as well, realizing he had given them both what he had hoped, a memory they would never forget. He kept her covered from the rain as best he could until they found a dry spot in the dwelling.
“Our love-making brought us luck,” she said as she dried herself with a blanket that had not gotten wet.
“Luck?” he asked, thinking how luck had avoided him these many years.
“Aye,” she said cheerfully as she snatched up her shift. “If we had not made love, we would have been fully dressed and our garments would be soaked.”
Brogan’s brow shot up. “You’re right. We were lucky.” He winked. “In more ways than one.”
She laughed and fell into his arms. “I love you, husband, and we will have a good life, together.”
He hugged her tight to make sure he wasn’t dreaming that this was real, that their love was real, and he prayed—prayed harder than he ever did—that she was right, and they would have a good life together.
