Slowly she dragged his shirt over his head, feeling him tense as his scars greeted the open air. Twisting around him, her hands caressed his back as her lips trailed along the lashes, releasing a soft growl as she whispered by his ear. "Aye, as ye have been mine."
Backing away towards the bed, he jolted up striding toward her, gazing as her fingers lowered the edges of her chemise down her shoulders. He couldn't help but snarl as his mouth crashed upon hers, his tongue deepening the kiss opening her to him fully.
A deep moan echoed against his feverish mouth as she wrapped her arms around his neck grinding her body against the hardness beneath his kilt.
As their breathing quickened his hand shifted from her waist to cup her breast, his thumb gently caressing it tenderly through the sheer fabric. Her mouth ripped from the kiss as he began to explore her body inch by inch. Hesitantly he had moved behind her, his length now pressing firm against her rear. Closing her eyes, leaning back into him, she let the sensations of him fill her senses. His calloused hands gently massaging her breasts while his teeth grazed her throat.
She slowly began to gather up the fabric of her chemise in her fists by her hips as his fingers danced along her skin, his lips nibbling at her ear, whispering sweet gaelic.
Turning her around to look her in the eye, he noticed her hands clutching the raised fabric so it now barely covered the apex between her legs. The hunger for him she had been hiding for so long fully exposed. Calmy kneeling before her, his hands gliding up her legs, taking great care at her scar, and just as she did, he laid his lips against the red raised streak, kissing ever so gently, drawing ragged breaths from her, till his hands were entangled within hers clasping her gown mere inches away from his sanctuary.
"I have loved you Mo fiadhaich aon since the first day I laid eyes on you, he spoke. " And I will love you as long as my soul lives on."
"You're mine Jamie, now and forever," She assured him finally gazing down into his unsure eyes. "I've loved you since the moment I first threatened ye." She smiled, only to have her breath taken away as his mouth covered her molten center, his tongue stoking the fire burning within her. Her fingers gripped at his hair, as his hands clutched her thighs pulling her closer, deeper as he inched her towards shattering. Yet as he felt her breathing quicken towards release he began to lazily kiss upwards before he stood, his eyes hungry as she undid his belt buckle allowing his kilt to fall to the floor. She stood for a moment admiring the sheer beauty of his warrior body before he pounced raising her to meet him, "Mine" she whispered as her kiss devoured him once more.
He carried her swiftly to the bed, laying her half naked body on display. She smirked at his wicked grin, teasing him was the sheer fabric hiding the last piece of her from sight. Carefully she hauled it over her head afraid of Jamie's reaction to her bruises and scars around her ribs and abdomen. He saw the glint of unease in her eyes, slowly he crawled onto the bed kissing his way up her scarred leg, not as a sexual act but of one of love and acceptance. His hunger for her ached like nothing he had ever felt before but he knew he had to reassure her, that she was perfect in his eyes.
He was careful running his fingers over her darkened bruises and strangely angled ribs, as he laid beside her to run his fingers through her ebony hair. "Mine." he whispered leaning down to kiss her soft and slowly. Her hands drifted over his back as she opened her mouth to him deepening their embrace as much as she could, a snarl rumbled buried in his throat as she gently caressed the length of him beside her.
Urgently he moved over her, glancing down as she spread her legs for him, soft moans escaped her lips as he nudged her entrance over and over.
"Do you want this?" Jamie asked one last time, his voice threaded with need.
"I want you." She growled as he slid in, deeper and deeper and deeper till they were joined as one. Her fingernails raked across his back as he pulled out only a little then thrusted in with more force than before. Over an over again he thrusted harder and deeper making her back arch underneath him. She pulled his mouth down to hers, darting her tongue in and out as her hips began to meet his movements, dragging primal sounds from him. They rode the cascade of pleasure higher and higher, their bodies melded into one until his urgent need for her took over, faster and faster he buried himself within her till she shattered around him, bringing him with with her.
They held onto one another for dear life as their breathing came back to normal. Yet when he began to withdraw from her, he stopped when he saw the blood staining him and the bed.
"Are you alright?" He shook, worried that he had injured her.
She couldn't help but smirk, " Aye, I'm wonderful."
"The blood?"
"I was a virgin." She answered, his face gaining back it's color. Yet as he turned away from her to pour a drink, he couldn't stop the shaking of his hands as memories flooded his being.
"I'm starving," he briskly announced slipping his shirt on as he walked out of the door without looking towards her.
Downstairs most of the men were asleep, Angus passed out cuddling a bottle to his chest brought a smile to Jamie's worried face. Dougal stirred when he heard him gathering food and drink from the table. He knew this wasn't the time to question or joke with the lad so he only nodded in approvement and rolled back over into a drunken stupor.
As the door to his room creaked open he spotted Daniea asleep on her side, her ebony hair cascaded around her. The knot in Jamie's stomach wouldn't cease so he disrobed once again, slipping into bed beside her, wrapping her up within his arms as hot tears silently fell onto his cheeks and a silent prayer from his lips lingered in the night.
