Page 17 of The Lass and the Laird

"What?" Her eyes flew wide and she took him in. "How did you get in here?"

"Just returned from hunting and had to bring my kill to the kitchens. I was told you were here." He was fully aware of omitting details that could prove to be his undoing once she found out who he was. "Allow me in your bed."

She sat up and looked to the closed door. "Are you mad? What if they come in?"

"They won't." Without waiting for her response, Declan dropped his tartan and climbed onto the bed next to her. "Allow me to lay with you for a few moments. I will slip away before anyone can know I was here."

He trailed his fingers from her neck to the top of her breasts. "Have you not wondered what it would be like? For us to join?" He pressed a kiss to her neck and she inhaled sharply. "To allow me to fill you? Say yes." His hand moved to cup her breast.

Hesitant at first, she fully succumbed when he pulled her against him and trailed his tongue from her ear to her shoulder. "Allow me to love you, beauty."

"Wait." She pushed him back. "I don't even know your name."

How to tell her without ruining the moment. "My first name is Murrough."

"Murrough," she repeated looking into his eyes. "It suits you."

Not giving her any other opportunity to speak he covered her mouth with his and thrust his tongue past her parted lips. Meredith clung to his shoulders, her body shivering. She wasn't cold. It was want that made her quiver.

The thin nightshift was easy to slide upwards. His fingers trailing over the silky skin and she moaned when he continued the trek moving to between her legs. His hand fit between them and he cupped her warm and moist sex.

Meredith wanted to stop the madness. God, the repercussions that could come from this assignation with Murrough, friend to the laird who her brother wanted her to marry.

But by the same God, she would rather die than stop him. Her body demanded release, did not waiver in its relentless pursuit of whatever was to come.

His large hand pushed her legs apart and his fingers moved up and down the center of her very core. "Ah!" Meredith bit her lip to keep from making more noise, but the delicious sensations were too wonderful to keep within.

"Pull your nightshift off," he demanded while his mouth traveled over her skin.

Once the clothing was removed, he took to her breasts. Suckling one, then the other. The soft sounds of his mouth along with their breathing flowed in the darkness. She raked her fingers through his thick, wet hair. He'd recently bathed. He smelled clean and fully male.

Murrough's attention went to her other breast, his pointed tongue circling the tip of it at the same time his fingers slipped into her.

"Oh." Meredith bucked into this hand just as his thumb flicked the swollen center of her sex. Stars formed behind her eyelids and she grabbed his shoulders to regain control. It was to no avail. She floated, then flew higher, her body shattering.

His weight upon her brought Meredith closer to reality until his thick cock pushed in where his fingers had vacated. Bit by bit, he moved with a slowness so maddening she grabbed his hips and pulled. "I want you fully in me." Meredith was crazy with want, not sure how to tell him to hurry, to move faster, to plunge.

"What do you want me to do, beauty?"

"Fast...faster...take me." Her words were barely audible past her gasps. "Now."

"As you wish." He drove forward, not stopping until they were fully joined. Her breath of relief was followed by a loud inhalation when he pulled out and moved back in. On and on, he thrust, taking her to sensations beyond belief. Meredith no longer cared if she screamed or not, wasn't sure what happened other than knowing if he ever stopped she would die.

"I am lost in you beauty." Murrough pulled her arms over her head and pressed a kiss to her temple. "Lift your hips, wrap your legs about me."

She quickly obeyed and was rewarded with him deeper yet. The sounds of their flesh meeting again and again was joined by both of them crying out as she, once again, tumbled into oblivion and he collapsed over her, his body quaking.

Moments later, they lay together limbs entwined. Meredith dared not speak. The night should never end. If only he could belong to her always. In her mind, she went over different ways to ask him to allow her to run away to his home. To stand up to her brother and to the laird. But every time she opened her mouth she could not say the words out loud. It was he who should be asking her to go away with him.

"Roll away, I want to take you from behind." Murrough brought her hand down to encircle his hardened shaft. "I am wanting you again."

Meredith's heartbeat accelerated. It was to be their one and only night. After the laird arrived, her future was uncertain. Her mind was made up, tonight she would enjoy the wonders Murrough taught her. She rolled to her stomach and he moved behind her.

"Lift your hips. That's it." Murrough's tongue flicked at her entrance, while his fingers caressed her nub until she pushed back with her arms. "Impatient, are you?"

He rubbed the head of his cock from her rear to her entrance. He drove in, his large hands holding her hips steady. "Fast or slow?"

"I don't know." Meredith rocked on her knees. "You fill me so completely."