by Ria Cantrell
Chapter 33
Holding her firmly in his arms, he kissed her deeply. It was the slow sort of kiss that made a girl’s knees week. Kiera briefly thought on how her own knees did falter only moments ago and she was glad she was seated while his kiss deepened with each passing moment. It was the most sensuous kiss she had ever felt. Medieval guys sure had mastered the art of kissing, Kiera thought. As her heart thudded wildly beneath her ribs, Derek pulled his lips away and whispered, “Ooh, Lassie, I can feel yer’ heart.”
Strangely, or rather, maybe not so strangely at all, Kiera could feel Derek’s own heart thumping out a counter rhythm to hers. His heart beat…his life pulse…yes, he was alive. He was a solid man of flesh and blood! As his hand pressed against her ribs, feeling her heartbeat, he slowly moved it upward to cup a breast over the soft fabric of her sweater. Looking into her eyes, he said, “What do ye’ call this, lass?”
Giggling, she said, “I would have thought the same as it was called in your time. We call it a breast.”
That beautiful smile split his face again. He actually laughed and he said, “Not what is under it. Aye, I know of that. This tunic…it is …so fetching. Ye’ were wearing it the first time I saw ye’.”
He remembered!
Kiera was not sure why that thought made her feel swells of elation, but it most certainly did.
“Oh, we call that a sweater. It is made from a special kind of wool called angora. Do you like it?”
“Aye. Angora…It feels soft and wonderful,” he said, caressing her breast through the sweater. “Take it off.”
Kiera teased, “But I will be cold.”
“I promise to keep ye’ warm, Lass. Please take it off.”
Kiera slid back from him a few inches. She wanted the full effect of removing her sweater to not be missed because suddenly she wanted to aid in the seduction as much as he did. Crossing her hands at the bottom of the sweater, Kiera lifted it slowly up her torso and pulled it over her head, gently teasing him with the show. Derek’s eyes widened at the sight of the black lace bra that had been hidden by the garment she called a sweater. Touching it, he traced his finger over the small satin bow between both breasts and he said, “And this…what is this?”
“A bra…”
“Braw…means something very different to me.”
“Not braw. Bra. It is short for brassiere. It is a French word.”
“Bra…hmmm, beautiful.”
His hand slipped into the cup and connected with an already peaked nipple. He allowed his hand to warm against her and he kissed her again, sending his tongue deep into her mouth. Her tongue lifted against his and did a mating dance of its own. He kissed her and mumbled against her lips, “Mm, take it off.”
Breaking the kiss again, Kiera reached behind her and unhooked her bra. Sliding the straps off her shoulders, she tossed it next to her sweater. The pupils in Derek’s eyes had grown so dark with desire that only a thin rim of the sea-blue irises showed in the flickering candle light. Kiera licked her lips and swallowed. Derek reached out and palmed each breast with a gentle firmness that both soothed and excited Kiera. She felt a flutter in her stomach at his touch and it caused a giddy sensation to ripple through her. She was aware of the coolness of the room, which was tempered with the warmth of the many candles lit in expectation of her visit. And the warmth of his hands upon her!
Kiera realized Derek had the faith that Morag had spoken of. He had had it all along. She was certain, she could learn a great deal from this once hardened warrior from the ancient past. Those lessons would have to wait. For now, Derek was going to school her in passion beyond her wildest imagination. Kiera was going to savor every second of it.
Derek eased her down on the soft pallet of furs and he kissed her neck. He lingered on the spot where her pulse seemed to flutter wildly. She was suddenly aware of every sensation; from the contact of his lips on her skin and his hand gently on her breast to the soft thick furs beneath her back. His lips did a slow journey from her neck to her breasts and he took his time honoring each one with kisses. When he sucked one peaked little nipple into his mouth, Kiera arched up under him. Derek watched her and saw that she was a woman who knew what she liked. He didn’t know why he had to say it, but he asked, “I take it ye’ arena’ a virgin.”
“No, but you already knew that, didn’t you?”
“Aye, but dreams are different. I wasna’ sure.”
“Does it matter?”
“No.”
Something in his voice made Kiera think he was not being entirely truthful. She realized that women in his time prided themselves on their virginity. It seemed like a forgotten antiquity to Kiera, but somehow she wished that she had still been a virgin because having Derek be her first lover, would have made the experience all the better, she supposed.
Leaning up on her elbows, Kiera said softly, “I am sorry I am not. I would have liked you to be the one.”
“Shh, lass. It matters not to me. I care not that I did not claim yer’ maidenhead. I am rather glad, lassie. It has been so long since I felt a woman in my arms, I may nay be able to go slowly as a virgin needs and I would nay wish to hurt ye’. Besides,” he said with a grin. “It is bloody exciting that ye’ seem to be a woman who knows what she wants. I like that.”
“I do know what I want. I want you, Derek Campbell. All of you. Not just the dream of you. Forgive me for being so forward. I know that girls of your time were not like this…women of my time can be a little more forward, I suppose.” Kiera tried to explain, suddenly not wanting to offend his medieval sensibilities.
“I like that you are not from my time. Now about that virgin thing-- while I care not for the man who was honored with your maidenhead, I claim ye’, Kiera. Ye’ are my woman now. I willna’ be sharin’ ye, even if that is a practice of yer’ time.”
“It isn’t so much. I don’t want you to share me. I am yours. I know that now. I can’t fight that and I don’t want to.”
“Good.”
Kiera arched back on her elbows seductively and she purred, “Well, are you going to make love to me or not?”
“Oh, most definitely, lass. But I aim to take my sweet time.”
He lowered her back and his fingers traced over her navel. His lips wandered down her flat belly and he circled the little ring that protruded from it with his tongue. Even though it had been healed a long time, the sensation sent shockwaves through her body. She was suddenly glad she had pierced her belly button after Jax left or rather after she left Jax. It had been a little act of defiance against his lily white, rich-boy world. Now, as Derek focused kisses around it, Kiera felt a rush of heat flooding her and she moaned softly. Derek continued his exploration of his beautiful soul mate. Love filled his heart; it overflowed. While he needed her to fulfill the ache of his throbbing manhood, Derek wanted to take every precious second to enjoy the exploration of the woman sent to unlock the prison of his heart and his isolated soul. With tender little bites against her stomach, Derek said, “What are these trews called?”
“Jeans,” she answered, barely coherent from his love bites. It took all her concentration to answer him because he was bringing her to a level of desire she had not known existed. She was awash in sensations and she wanted him very badly at the moment.
“Jeans…open them please.”
Derek’s eyes did not miss the slight tremble in her hands as she worked the toggled button out of the slot. He was startled at the sound of the zipper being pulled down and after trying it several times himself, he lifted her hips and tugged the jeans down her legs. Moving to her feet, Derek pulled the pant legs down until he dislodged them from her. A scrap of matching black lace guarded her womanhood and as he traced a finger over her hips, she offered numbly, “Panties.” She remembered explaining about them in her dream.
“Panties…yes, I remember ye’ telling me about them, ye’ know…that first time with ye’. They are wonderful. Why, if lassies wore these during my time, a lot less me
n would have been prone toward leavin’ for war.”
Kiera giggled thinking that simple lacey thongs would have saved Scotland from centuries of clans warring with each other. Her thoughts died in her head as his finger pressed between her legs. He would soon realize that the little lace “peacemaker” was soaked through. He certainly didn’t miss that very fact because he said, “Ahhh, so wet. Delicious.” And he proved it by kissing over the wet spot at the front of her disarming little knickers. She could feel his breath warm and enticing, as he gently nibbled through her damp little drawers. Kiera squirmed and moaned again.
“There, there, lass. I am going to make ye’ feel better now. I promise.” Derek snaked his finger into the bottom of her panties and he slid it gently inside of her. She bucked up against him, but he soothed, “Easy…just let me touch ye’. I need to touch ye’. I want ye’ to find a release first like this.”
“I…I need to touch you, too.”
“Oh, ye’ will, lass. Just grant a man who has been starving to touch ye’ this simple pleasure of exploring ye’.”
Kiera could not answer. Her voice caught in her throat as his finger gently and tantalizingly curved into her and he tugged the panties down to expose her to his gaze. Derek pulled her hips up slightly, and he bent forward and began kissing her there.
Medieval guys were not afraid of oral, she thought distantly as the sensations rose to heightened fire. He slid his tongue into her delicious folds and flicked it against the sensitive nub. She cried out and thrusted her hips up toward his mouth wantonly. She wanted to scream from the pleasure of it. Jax never liked pleasuring her this way but Derek seemed to feast on her like a starving man. As his finger rested deeply inside her and his tongue trilled against her, Derek felt her clench around his knuckles and he could not wait to feel that sublime clenching around his throbbing cock. He ached to be inside her, but he would have her find her pleasure first. He needed to witness her in all her glory. He could tell this was not going to take long, as the responsive beauty moaned and soaked his lips with her perfect wetness. She tasted good…too good. It was almost too much for his long deprived body to take, but as she began to tremble and thrash against him, Derek forgot about it being too much. He encouraged her as she moaned and moved up to him, saying, “Come for me, Sweet Kiera, for I am not truly a man until I have had yer’ release.”
Those words were enough to ease through her passion-dulled haze and come she did. It was a wild and tempestuous thing and she cried out with uninhibited abandon. If Derek had thought that her dream orgasm was intense, he was unprepared for the one she just had in his true and real presence. She was lost as ripples of pleasure seared through her. She cried out again and Derek held her and waited for her to calm. He thanked every blessing for her and he thanked God the Almighty Himself, for the beauty of this passionate mate, finally granted to him. He could not remember uttering a prayer ever before in his life, but now, he felt waves of gratitude crash over him as he watched the only woman he had ever loved coming down from a powerful climax in his arms.
Derek settled Kiera back and kissed her mouth hungrily. He could barely speak but he managed, “I want ye’, lass. So much.”
“I know. Please be with me.”
“I will, my love. Very soon, now for I canna’ wait too much longer.”
Derek stood briefly to remove his kilt and leine. He watched Kiera lick her lips as his manhood sprang free, pulsing large and thick before him. As Derek looked upon the beautiful woman sensually exposed to him, he felt white hot desire burning through him. It was a blissful pain that he welcomed with every fiber of his being. Kneeling down to her, he peeled her damp panties down her legs, letting them slowly linger as he took his time removing them from her completely. Derek drew her legs around his hips and he said, “I dunna’ want to hurt ye. I fear it willna’ be gentle…this time.”
As Kiera gazed upon his huge erection, she shivered in anticipation of feeling him fill her.
“You won’t hurt me. My God, you are magnificent. Please Derek, don’t make me beg. I want to feel you inside of me.”
And with that request, Derek sank fully into her. As he felt himself easing completely into her, he was actually afraid he would die for good this time at the feel of her sheathing him in beautiful wet heat. He groaned and said, “Kiera, darlin’, ye’ feel so wonderful. Lass, ye’ are as tight as a maid.”
Kiera gasped, feeling him inside of her. It was one thing to dream of making love to him. It was an entirely other thing to actually be in the present moment, fully awake; completely filled with him. He was so big, she felt herself stretching to take him, but it seemed they were made for each other. If she thought it would be uncomfortable, she was soon to learn it was the most amazing feeling she had ever experienced. Yes, he was big, but her body accommodated his length as if she was made for him. This was the man who could take her to heights she would not even fantasize about. This was the man who would fill the emptiness of her soul as surely he filled her body.
She moved up with him as he rocked over her, matching his movements and rising with him. Her arms gripped his strong arms as he thrusted deeply into her welcoming body. Their gazes were locked on each other and Kiera was certain it was the most powerful experience she could ever remember being part of. His eyes told the story and what she saw there was perfect and complete love. It was the singularly defining moment of her life. This was what it was like to be loved and cherished completely. This is what she had been created for; to love Derek and to be loved by him.
She clenched around him purposefully and that elicited a deep moan to form in his throat.
“Ah, Kiera, keep that up and I may dishonor myself and come too quickly...Ach, how I love ye’ so much.”
Teasingly, she replied, “I bet you say that to all the girls.”
Seriously he said, “Actually I have not, ye’ may recall.”
“No, I guess you have not. You honor me, then, with your love. Know that I love you, too and I know now that I always will.”
At her profession, he felt the powerful, if not all too quick throbbing in his loins that demanded satisfaction. As she engulfed him and pulsed around him, he threw his head back and found his release. Moving faster within her, he felt her match his thrusts and his rhythm. He came, then, not as some spectral being, but as a man; a man who was loving his woman.
Her legs flexed around his hips, drawing him fully inside of her and she felt his very real orgasm as he climaxed within her. Feeling his release, sent tides of pleasure coursing through Kiera. In quite a short time, she knew she would come again, adding the pulses of ecstasy to those of his own. He cried out, feeling her clasp about him in tight, wet warmth. He could feel the essence of both their releases mingling as one. He was reluctant to leave her body, lest it have all been a dream. Only, as he felt her hands gripping his waist, and he saw her gaze resting upon him, he knew it had been for real. He slowly inched out of her, feeling her juices running over him and he was exuberant at the sensation. The cool air of the tower room fanned his extremely overheated flesh and he sank beside Kiera, grabbing her into his arms. She sidled into his embrace. It was sublime to be cradled in his massive arms and to finally be able to feel the heat of his skin; flesh to flesh with hers.
As she tucked herself close to him and felt his chin rest against her head, he said, “That was something, Lass. I am afraid it was too quick.”
“Well, we can just try to make it slower the next time.”
“So yer’ certain ye’ want to have another go at it, then?” He asked with a grin. And though she could not see it, as she rested her head on his chest, she knew he was teasing her gently.
“Oh, are you kidding me? That was freaking amazing.”
“Amazing,” he repeated. That wasn’t a word from his time, but he got the meaning. Whatever had just happened was amazing…because he had no words to describe it. He felt her arms around him, and her luscious breasts pressed to his chest. He knew it would not tak
e long for his manhood to stand again. He felt it stirring to life quickly as he felt the woman of his heart in his arms. Derek fully intended to not waste one precious second with her, as long as his mortal body allowed. He murmured into her hair, “I will be needin’ ye’ again, lass. Soon, I think.”
“Well, hell yeah. I hope so. That was so unbelievable. I think I have never come like that in my entire life.”
He liked the bold way she talked about it and he said, “Well, lass, I’m thinkin’ ye’ will be shortly again.”
She looked up at him and smiled. “Now you are just bragging.”
He feigned a wounded look and he said, “T’was by yer’ own admittin’, Lassie. I only want ye’ to experience it again…and again…and again.”
He winked at her and she was charmed. Sweet Lord of mercy, this man was going to be her undoing but for now, she decided she would let him undo her to exhaustion. As quickly as the passion had ebbed, it seemed to start all over again and this time, she was going to initiate it. She gently pushed him back against the furs and she kissed him deeply. She gently bit his bottom lip and she said, “Let me show ye’ how girls act in this century.”
He swallowed hard and said, “Well, I suppose I shall have to test the strength of my heart sooner or later. Have yer’ way with me, Lass. I shall try to be brave.”
Kiera laughed and the sound of her laughter warmed his very soul. As he felt her lips kissing parts of his body that had only recently come to life, Derek thought he would be the one to swoon this time. The tough medieval warrior was gentled and tamed with the kisses and nibbles of this beautiful lass from the future. He bit down on his bottom lip as her mouth sought to bring him the pleasure he first did for her. He called her name softly, “Kiera…”
Loving the way he said her name, she just mumbled, “Mmm?”
“Make love to me, lass.”