He placed her down on the bed and removed his clothing. She turned her head when she saw him in his full glory. He didn’t mean to stick that into her, did he? He was too big!
Connor settled on her left side and rested his left hand on her stomach, which was bouncing up and down because of her harsh breathing. He almost laughed at her blush. Lord, she truly was an innocent. He never thought anyone could die from embarrassment, but now he wasn’t so sure.
Connor turned her face toward him. Her eyes were large nuggets of gold.
“I’m scared. How is this going to work, Connor? Surely, you’re too large,” she whispered.
He smiled gently down at her and kissed her brow.
“It will be alright, my love.”
“But how do you know? I think you should reconsider.” She nodded her head as if to reinforce her point.
He laughed.
“I don’t think it’s funny. Maybe we weren’t supposed to marry, Connor. Measurements,” she nodded, as if that were the answer. He hadn’t the slightest idea what she was talking about now.
“Measurements?”
“Aye,” she nodded her head and smiled satisfactorily.
Connor closed his eyes and counted to ten.
“Measurements for what Maddie?”
“We should have taken you’re measurements before the wedding, Connor! Surely you see that this cannot continue!” she said in a near panic.
Connor decided to show her rather than explain. He leaned down and kissed her mouth. Passion blazed anew as her moans began again. He kissed a path down to her neck and began to lick and nibble the sensitive slope. Her hands came up and scored his back while she moaned his name.
“Connor…” she breathed.
His passion flared hotter. He trailed down to take a nipple in his mouth and she moaned loudly. He wanted to drive her crazy to the point where she would be mindless, but his plan was causing him to become the same.
Connor moved to the other nipple and sucked on it. She chanted his name over and over in wonder. She tugged on his hair, pleading for something more than he was giving.
“Connor, please. I’m going mad!” she said desperation.
In one swoop, Connor took the shift off and threw it on the floor. He went back to kissing her breasts. He moved from one nipple to the other, and back and forth until she was writhing. Connor kissed her stomach and she breathed in, causing it to slightly cave inwards. Her breath was as shallow as his. He was slowly being tormented. She tasted so wonderful and her moans were undoing his discipline.
Maddie’s hands grabbed fistfuls of his hair, all the while repeating his name. He dipped down lower and before she knew what he was doing, he licked her most sensitive area.
“Connor!” she screamed in shock, trying to move away. “You mustn’t, Connor!”
He wouldn’t be deterred. He licked her, tasting her. He slipped a finger inside and she was so wet and tight, and hot. Dear God, give him patience.
Maddie gasped when he explored with his finger. She was in blissful Heaven, and surely it was a sin to feel this good. Her head was spinning. She felt his tongue flick over and over. Maddie reached down, grabbed his hair again, and moved her hips upwards.
“Connor!” she demanded.
He was going insane. He felt and heard her rising cries as she was getting close to release, and he flicked his tongue faster on her nub. He savored all of her, relishing in her taste and smell.
“Connor! Please!” she screamed.
“Let it go, love. Just feel,” he said, and licked her again.
Maddie’s hips jerked up and her hands tightened around his hair. Her moans grew louder and she kept repeating his name over and over in a chant.
Then she exploded, crying out his name.
Connor moved over her and pressed his throbbing cock against her opening. He looked down at her face as her orgasm rocked her. She tried to catch her breath, but couldn’t. He leaned down and kissed her.
“That was amazing,” she breathed.
“We’re not half done, love,” he said and laughed at her astonished face. “Do ye feel me?” he said, now breathless.
“Yes.”
He slowly eased in and it felt like paradise to him. She was so tight that she squeezed him, but slick enough so that he glided in. Her back arched as he sunk deeper. Connor stopped when he found her maidenhead.
“This will hurt, Maddie. I-”
Her hands cupped the sides of his face and she touched his damp forehead with hers.
“It’s alright, Connor. I love you.”
With that declaration making him feel invincible, he surged forward through the barrier. She cried out, her back arching higher. She began to whimper.
“Maddie, I’m sorry, sweetheart. Please doona move. Keep still,” he whispered hoarsely. He just wanted to pound into her sheath, over and over again. His muscles tightened with restraint.
“I knew you wouldn’t fit!” she said, crying.
He smiled as he touched his forehead to hers again.
“I don’t think this is the time to laugh at me, Connor!” she said, tears falling from her eyes. She was breathing hard.
“We fit perfectly, Maddie.” He kissed her tenderly. “I’m nay laughing at ye, my love.”
She sniffed and asked him if it was over. He laughed and she grew outraged again. He kissed the frown off her face.
“Nay, it’s only just beginning,” he said as he moved out and glided in again.
Maddie gasped, her eyes looking into his. Their intense stare served to heighten their passion. He kissed her and soon their passion reignited.
Maddie was mindless again, scoring his back. He was taking it slowly, trying to get her as hot as she was before he entered her. Her chant of his name told him he’d succeeded.
He slowly withdrew and thrust back in, grunting. God! She felt like Heaven! He kissed her neck and her forehead, and bit her earlobe. Connor whispered her name next to her ear. She responded by chanting his name again and again. Connor withdrew and she moved her hips upwards as to not let him out. He smiled, and thrust deep into her.
“Connor!”
Her head was moving from side to side in passion. She bit her lip as her eyes rolled back.
“You feel so good. You fill me and it feels amazing.”
Maddie’s nails bit into his back. He would have marks on his skin, and he’d wear them proudly. Maddie was vocal in her enjoyment of their coupling. Her chanting, groaning, and scraping nails undid him.
Connor withdrew and surged in repeatedly. He withdrew and thrust forward. She felt like a vice around him, and his body hummed with pleasure.
“Connor, please!”
He pumped faster and faster. He was groaning from the tightness of her sheath. Every inch of his length was squeezed and gripped by her inner muscles. It was like nothing he had ever felt before with other women. She was made for him, like a scabbard for its sword.
Connor pumped harder. He felt the heavenly tingling begin. Pressure gathered at the base of his spine, while his cock was milked by her tight passage. The bed began to squeak from his thrusts. The squeaks, her moans, and his grunts all competed to be heard.
Connor couldn’t take it any longer. He moved his hands down to where they were joined and he rubbed her sensitive nub. Her back arched and she yelled his name. Maddie was completely crazed with passion.
Connor withdrew and slammed into her.
Over and over.
Over and over.
He leaned down, took a nipple into his mouth, and she cried out.
“Oh God, Connor! Don’t stop!”
Finally, when he felt her shudder and squeeze his cock, he allowed his own release. He growled as his seed spilled into her and she cried out his name.
Connor’s head rested in the crook of her neck. The wisps of hair resting close to her ear moved with each of his forceful breaths. Maddie heard him panting. Her arms were wrapped around his back and she was crying again.
He slowly moved onto his elbows and looked down at her, a worried frown was on his face.
“I’m sorry, Maddie, that I hurt ye,” he said, looking into her beautiful eyes. He was panting hard, trying to gulp in enough air. What he had just experienced with his wife stirred him deeply.
She surprised him by shaking her head.
“I’m crying because it was so beautiful, Connor. I never imagined I could feel this way. It was so freeing, so incredible. I love you,” she said in wonder. “I love you so very much.”
“I love ye, Maddie.” His voice was thick and hoarse. She wasn’t the only who’d experienced an emotional coupling.
Connor kissed her slowly and moved onto the bed. He settled on his back and pulled her into his embrace. The rush was ebbing, and he was slowly catching his breath.
“You’ve given me so much, Connor, and I have not given you anything. What can I give you?” Her eyes were intense as she stared up at him. “I wish there was something I had-”
He hushed her and gave her a squeeze.
“Ye have already given me all I wanted.”
She didn’t ask him to clarify his statement. His caressing ministrations, a light brushing of his fingertips over her smooth, soft back, robbed her of consciousness. Gradually, Maddie fell asleep but Connor remained awake. He was confused. He didn’t know what to say, think, or feel.
What could he say?
He had never in his life experienced what he just had with his innocent little bride. ‘Tis the truth, none of the other women he had ever been with were as uninhibited as she was, nor had any of them made him feel half of what he felt tonight.
Even in her innocence, she was able to teach him. She taught him that there was a difference between making love and rutting. She had taught him that surrendering to this love and its emotions could make him feel exposed. This was a vulnerability he’d never felt before- not in the battlefield and certainly not in bed.
Until now.
Until her.
She scared the bloody hell out of him.
Chapter Twenty-Three
Maddie woke up sore the next morning. She looked over to her right side and found it cold and empty. She remembered all that transpired the night before and her cheeks flushed as a smile spread on her face.
She was married to Connor.
Euphoria swept through her.
What time of the day was it?
As she got up to dress, Connor came in. She turned abruptly and held the dress to her chest. He lifted an eyebrow in amusement.
“No need to be bashful with me,” he said, his voice thick as he looked her over. Her cheeks flamed to a redder hue.
“I was just thinking to myself that you rose early this morning,” she said, bravely raising her eyes to his. She lost her bravery and looked down again.
Connor couldn’t resist moving towards her anymore than he could stop breathing. He took hold of her chin and brought her face up to his.
“It isna early, Maddie,” he said huskily.
Confusion registered in her eyes.
“It is well passed half the day,” he said and smiled at her reaction.
Maddie hastily tried to put her dress on but Connor stopped her.
“What? Why are you stopping me?”
“Because I’d only have to take it off again.”
She didn’t understand.
“Are ye sore?”
Maddie understood that. Her porcelain cheeks heated again. She slowly nodded her head.
“Are ye too sore?”
“Somewhat. Why are you asking these intimate questions of me?”
“Nothing is too intimate or private between a husband and wife.”
She looked up at him.
“I want ye, Maddie. Yer passion flows in my veins as hot as the blood that runs through me,” he said thickly.
Maddie looked into his eyes and brought a hand to cup the side of his face. She let the dress drop and moved into his arms. Connor growled. His head came down and kissed her, as he lifted her to the bed.
“Are ye too sore?” he asked again, passion igniting the fire in his blue gaze.
“No, Connor,” she said, looking up at his face as he hovered over her. “Love me,” she whispered.
Connor kissed her fully on the mouth and moved down to her neck. She lurched upwards, and he was once again reminded that this was her sweet spot. He sucked there and nibbled on her skin.
Connor pulled back to see her face. It was flushed and her eyes were barely open. Her lips had parted and she was breathing shallowly. Seeing the passionate state she was in made his own need grow into pain. He was hard and throbbing. He couldn’t take the wait. He moved to lick and suck on her breasts, as he brought a hand down to her. Maddie moaned as he kissed her breasts. He inserted a finger and found her wet. He groaned and she moaned in pleasure.
“Connor…” she breathed, wanting him.
He took his clothes off in haste. He savored the feel of her smooth and soft skin touching his.
“Connor…” she said, more insistently.
He chuckled. “Aye, Maddie. I hear ye calling to me and I’m helpless to resist.”
Connor owned her mouth again in a scorching kiss. Tongues fought and played. He tugged hers and she sucked on his. Their passion grew to a frenzy. Maddie broke the kiss and began kissing his neck. She bit him along his nape, causing his breath to hitch and cock throb harder. Her moans were driving him mad. He moved to her neck and began licking and sucking. Maddie quickly bit his neck again and he let out a loud groan. She sucked on him as her nails scored his back. Connor moved over her and swiftly possessed her.
She let out a cry.
Connor stilled, breathing hard in her ear.
“Are ye alright? Did I hurt ye again?”
She was panting and whimpering. After a couple of minutes, she found her voice.
“Nay. It hurt a little but now the pain recedes. Make love to me,” and she kissed him fully on the mouth.
Connor withdrew and slammed into her. His breath was hard to catch, but what did it matter? Breathing wasn’t important, Maddie was. He began to lick and suck her breasts. She moaned his name in reverence, making him heady. His thrusts were wild and untamed, and hi grunts were a side effect. He was mindless. Thoughts scattered and disappeared as soon as they came.
The bed squeaked with his thrusts.
Connor felt himself slipping into ecstasy and slid a hand down to where they were joined. He brought her close to the cliff where he was hovering. A few more hard thrusts brought them to the clouds of bliss. He let out a bellow of possession, over her own vow of love for him. Connor collapsed gently on her. He barely heard her breathing over the sound of his own heart.
“Am I crushing ye?” he asked when he was able to speak.
“Nay. Your weight comforts me.”
He brought himself up on his elbows and looked down at her. The intensity of their gazes made his heart thump even harder.
She was his and she loved him.
It made him feel invincible but it still scared him.
Connor had wanted to stay away from her after last night, after the feelings she elicited in him. He’d thought better of it. Connor found he couldn’t keep himself away from her. He felt a pull towards Maddie that he was helpless to resist. The pull had brought him back to their chambers and when he saw her, the heat in his blood kept him there. If he was being honest, she scared him. She’d become his everything. Maddie had his heart and soul in her tiny hands, and he didn’t know what to do. One thing was for certain, he was never letting her go. He was going to hold onto her forever.
Without her, Connor couldn’t even imagine how dark and desolate his skies would be after having beheld the purest light of the brightest star he’d ever seen.
Later that day, Connor came in for a respite with Iain and Hugh. They heard clamoring and cacophony coming from the great room and rushed there.
“But Maddie, the laird would be angry if h
e found ye perched up there!”
“Nay, Aimee, he will not find out. Now hand me the moist cloth,” Maddie said.
Aimee handed her the cloth and stepped back, or rather, into Connor. She gasped and turned around to his murderous, pale face. Connor just pointed to the open doorway and Aimee left.
“What’s the matter, Aimee? I heard you gasp. Honestly, this will be fine. This family shield needs a good dusting. Don’t fret so. Connor won’t find out. Besides, although I don’t clean as much as I used to, I still won’t allow disarray to overcome the home. He’ll just have to adjust,” she said and paused to survey her work. She nearly fell off the mantle’s ledge. Thinking nothing of it, she mumbled to herself.
“Aimee, hand me another clean cloth. A couple more good swipes and it will be spotless,” Maddie said, handing down the dirty cloth and grabbing the clean one. She paused, noticing the difference in the feel of the hands. She shrugged and continued.
Connor looked up at her, waiting for her to notice that Aimee had long been dismissed. He had nearly fallen over when he saw his delicate wife perched on top of the mantle over the fireplace.
The mantle.
The mantle reached him at shoulder height.
Connor had wanted to shout when he’d first seen her there but was afraid that it would distract her, make her fall, and he wouldn’t be able to catch her in time. As he stood by looking up at her, he began to calm a bit.
But only a bit.
Iain, as usual, couldn’t control his laughter.
Forgetting for the moment that strong hands had handed her a cloth instead of soft ones from a woman, Maddie continued.
“This isn’t the time for laughter, Aimee. We must be done before Connor comes in,” Maddie said and looked down. She almost fell off but caught her balance quickly when she noticed Connor preparing to catch her.
“Come down, Maddie,” Connor said with a quiet calm that didn’t fool her for a minute.
“I’m not finished, Connor,” she said nonchalantly.
“Oh, yes, ye are quite finished, Madeleine,” Connor said, using her given name for effect.
She sighed and turned suddenly on the narrow mantle. Connor’s heart stopped. Didn’t she realize how high off the floor she was? The only thing that calmed him was that he was now near enough to catch her if she fell, something he hadn’t been when he had first seen her up there.
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