Page 98 of When the Laird Conquers

It was another mystery she didn’t yet dare to question: how on earth was he supposed to fit inside her? She wasn’t even sure it was possible, but she trusted him. If he truly thought he would hurt her, he would have pulled her down onto the bed, wrapped his arms around her, and forced her to go to sleep.

Just then, he released himself, giving her control.

“Take yer time,” he said, his eyes ablaze with desire.

It took her a second to understand what he meant, but then her instincts kicked in. Slowly, she began to sink down onto him, feeling her entrance give and draw him inside.

“Oh my God,” she gasped, finally remembering to breathe. “Oh…”

“Are ye well?” he asked thickly.

She nodded, unable to speak as she sank lower, feeling every inch of him as he filled her up. There was a faint sting at first, tempered by a pulsing rush of pleasure that thrummed into the very center of her being, into the very center of her soul.

She did not stop until there was no more of him to take. Sitting astride him, she took a moment to adjust to the new sensation, every breath helping her to relax until, to her surprise, she no longer felt the pain at all.

“I love you,” she said, her heart swelling with happiness.

“I love ye too,” he replied huskily. “Nay, I love ye more.”

He kissed her before she could protest, his arms wrapped tight around her. She kissed him back with equal fervor, and as she did, she slowly lifted up, guided by some ancient instinct.

Gordon moaned in the back of his throat as she eased herself up, a sound that poured fuel on the fire of her ecstasy, that seemed to attune them even more to one another, a language that only their bodies could speak.

His hands grasped at the soft flesh of her buttocks, and before she could sink down onto him again, he slowly thrust upwards, a purr of satisfaction rumbling in his chest.

“Oh God!” she cried out, breathless between kisses. “Oh God, yes. Yes!”

Spurred on by her cries, Gordon pulled her closer and flipped her onto her back. With one arm around her and one braced against the mattress, he teasingly tilted his hips back, withdrawing from her, conjuring a delicious, slick friction that had her writhing on the bed. Then, he pushed back into her, inch by tempting inch, until he was buried to the hilt.

“Yes,” she panted. “God, yes.”

As he withdrew once more, she let her hands explore him, feeling the ripple of his back and the tight muscles of his backside; the strength of his arms and the soft skin at the nape of his neck; enjoying every part of him, delirious with the knowledge that this was her husband and this was only the start of their life together.

He sank back into her depths with a low growl, rocking his hips at the last moment, brushing against her bundle of nerves. She gripped his arms, her neck arching as she cried out in pleasure.

As they moved together on the bed, united in body, heart, and soul, Agnes grew in confidence, giving in to her body’s instincts, letting them guide her. Entangled with her husband, she tilted her hips to meet his every thrust, the two of them colliding in the most glorious way, attuned in a manner that she couldn’t begin to describe.

All the while, each grind of him against her swollen bud stoked a smoldering inferno of bliss, the flames of ecstasy rising higher and higher with every new sear of friction.

Before long, she felt herself rushing toward the brink of another climax… and soaring right into that blissful peak of absolute pleasure.

It was more than anything that had come before. It was not just ecstasy, but pure bliss, her entire being ablaze with the thundering rush of her conclusion. Indeed, she felt as if she were aglow, her whole body singing, every part of her in harmony, a heavenly orchestra of euphoria playing together to create a masterpiece.

“Oh, my love… my love… yes… yes… yes, my love,” she babbled as her back arched off the mattress and she felt each driving thrust that little bit deeper, igniting a new blaze that scorched through her.

She trembled from head to toe, her legs shaking as they welcomed the force of her orgasm. Her head felt delightfully fuzzy, her eyes squeezing shut, her lungs forgetting to breathe while her heart pounded wildly in her chest.

She didn’t want the feeling to end.

Just as she was beginning to feel the pleasure ebb, chasing the last few sparks to see if they might erupt into a new wildfire of bliss, Gordon quickened his thrusts. She welcomed his ardor, holding onto him as he plunged into her again and again… and then stilled, a guttural growl slipping past his lips.

“Fuck,” he moaned as he thrust into her once more.

Deep inside her, she felt the pulse of his manhood, the sensation igniting one last shudder of pleasure through her veins, as if her body had just been waiting for that moment to finally conclude her conclusion.

A moment later, Gordon all but collapsed on top of her, his lips finding the curve of her neck, where she felt the tickle of his ragged breaths. She smiled, savoring the weight of him and the feel of him still inside her, wishing they could stay like that for a long, long time.

“I’m sorry, love,” he murmured as he slid his arms around her and rolled onto his side, bringing her with him.