The fire roars inside of me.

  She. Is. Perfection.

  Naked in the firelight, and freshly mine in marriage, she’s like an angel. So perfect, and soft, and young and supple. Her wild red hair frames her face, tumbling over her shoulders and her small, pert breasts. Her pink nipples stand hard and erect, and the smattering of freckles across her chest makes me groan hungrily.

  My eyes drop lower, down over the swell of her breasts, down the slope of her stomach to the gentle curve of her hips. They drop lower, and I hiss, my cock lurching and my growl catching in my throat at the sight of that little red fire between her thighs.

  …I want to taste that fire. I want to drink it down and drown in the sounds of her coming for me. And I won’t wait another second.

  Una gasps as I move into her, making her shriek as I scoop her into my arms and crush my mouth to hers. She whimpers, kissing me back and willingly opening her mouth for my tongue as I cup her soft, tight ass in my strong hands. Her slender legs wrap around my grooved hips, and I groan into her as I turn and move us towards the bed. She moans heavier, knowing where I’m taking her and knowing what that means.

  I’m going to claim her. I’m going to pluck that sweet untouched rose for myself and make her mine and mine alone.

  But first, I’m going to taste her. Because I’ve had the faintest taste of her lingering on my tongue since I left her in the bathhouse, and I’ll be damned if I go another moment without tasting her again.

  Una moans softly as I lay her down across my large bed, splaying her out across the soft blankets and furs and growling at the sight of her stretched out and open for me.

  Gods she’s beautiful.

  I hover over her, leaning down and kissing her fiercely, my tongue swirling with hers as she moans into my mouth. Her tongue teases over mine, and I groan at the new boldness I can sense in her. My mouth claims hers, kissing her hungrily before I slide lower, my lips teasing down her jaw to her neck. Una moans for me, her fingers raking the muscles of my arms as I kiss my way lower, and then lower still. My lips trail down the slope of her breast, wrapping around one soft pink nipple and making her hiss with pleasure before I move to the other and do the same.

  Her back arches from the blankets, firelight flickering across her soft skin as I growl into her. I move lower, kissing my way down her belly as her breath comes fast and haltingly. Her hips roll gently, like they’re moving outside of her control as I skim lower and lower. Soft mewling sounds tumble from her lips as I kiss over her hips, teasing lower across the crease at her thigh until my lips brush across the silky hair on her mound.

  And then, she’s all mine.

  My tongue drags slowly between her lips, tasting her sweetness. Her nectar coats my tongue as her lips part for me, and when I push it deep, she cries out in the sweetest pleasure a man has ever heard in this world.

  I growl, my fingers digging into her hips, lifting her against my mouth as my tongue eagerly delves deep between her lips. I groan into her, humming as I drag it higher, and when I swirl it over her little button, Una bucks against my face, crying out in pure ecstasy.

  “Hamish!”

  My name moaned from her lips has me groaning in pleasure, my cock aching for her as it throbs against the blankets beneath me. I growl, sliding a hand down beneath me and wrapping it around my cock, stroking slowly as I tongue her clit.

  I move faster, sucking her little button between my lips and swirling my tongue over it. My fingertips stroke her lips, teasing against her untouched opening as I tongue her clit faster and harder, until she begins to shake all over. Una’s hips buck against me, and her sweet honey drips down my chin as I greedily drink it down. I growl into her, demanding the climax from her as I tongue her clit faster and faster, until suddenly, with a sharp gasp, she comes.

  And she comes hard.

  Una cries out in pleasure, and the sound of her coming for me is almost enough to push me over the edge as well. I groan, my tongue swirling around and around her little nub as her fingers push through my hair, clinging to me as her hips roll against me. I can feel her honey flooding my tongue, her whimpered moans filling the air until it’s all I ever want to taste and all I ever want to hear.

  She’s still trembling when I pull away, kissing her quivering thighs before I slowly move back up her body. She whimpers when she feels my hips spread her legs open, and when my thick cock drags over her dripping wet slit, her breath catches. I lean down, kissing her hungrily and deeply, our tongues swirling together and her moans rumbling through me before I pull away.

  “Can you taste yourself on my lips, little queen?”

  She nods, her eyes wild with lust as they lock onto mine.

  “I could taste you and nothing else for the rest of my life,” I growl, and she moans as she tugs me back down, kissing me again. I roll my hips, letting my swollen crown slip down over her clit and nestle against her opening. Una tenses for a second, feeling me right there, ready to claim her, but I kiss her softly.

  “I won’t hurt you, my love,” I whisper against her lips, kissing her softly before I draw back, our eyes locking.

  “But I will take you.”

  I push, and when my throbbing head begins to slip inside of her sweet, slick heaven, it’s everything I have not to explode right then and there. Una gasps sharply, tensing for a moment. But I just keep kissing her as I wait, soothing her before slowly, I push inside.

  She cries out for a second, her nails digging sharply into my skin, her brow furrows. I kiss her softly, bringing one hand down to where we join and letting my fingertips brush over her clit. Slowly, I can feel her getting used to the size of me, and as I rub her little button, I can feel her start to relax, until a soft moan of pleasure tumbles from her lips.

  “My lord…” she coos softly, her brow crumpling as pleasure melts over her face.

  I grunt, my abs flexing as I drive in, and when my fat cock begins to sink into her tight, hot, slippery little cunt, it’s a moan of pure pleasure that tumbles from her lips. I just keep pushing, losing myself in her heavenly pussy as I drive every single inch of my cock slowly inside, until my heavy balls are resting against her.

  “Oh my God!” Una cries out, arching her back as her tight little cunt squeezes me like a velvety vice. I groan, gritting my teeth and clinging to my sanity as the rippling sensations flutter up and down my length, driving me wild.

  Gods is she tight.

  My lips find her, and when it’s her tongue that seeks mine this time, I growl hungrily as I kiss her hard. My fingers keep rubbing her clit as I draw back, sliding my cock inch-by-inch from her tight, perfect pussy, feeling her cling to me like she’s trying to draw me back inside. I hesitate with just the swollen crown inside, feeling my cock pulse against her as my eyes meet hers.

  “And now you’re mine, my little queen,” I growl softly. Fire blazes in Una’s eyes, her red hair splayed wild around her face as she bites her lip. Her legs spread wider, and when I feel them wrap around my hips and start to tighten, heat flashes through me.

  …Oh, someone wants more, do they?

  With a growl, my lips sear to hers, and my cock drives right back inside. She screams into my mouth, her thighs clenched tight around my muscled hips as I groan into her mouth. Our tongues duel together as I draw back and then right back in, letting her feel every damn inch of my swollen cock as I start to fuck her eager little cunt like it deserves to be taken.

  I’m not rough, but I’m not soft and tender either. I push into her with deep, powerful thrusts, my fingers rolling her throbbing clit as our bodies grind together. Her legs tighten around me, pulling me in on each thrust as our lips crush together. My muscles ripple, and I can feel her hard nipples raking over my chest as her cries of pleasure fill my world.

  Her tight, heavenly little pussy clings to me on every thrust, sucking me back in and rippling around my size. I can feel her slickness dripping down my balls and coating her thighs in a fine sheen, and as our breaths tumble together, I groan and start to move faster, and deeper.

  “Hamish!”

  My name on her lips is almost my undoing, but I growl as I keep thrusting, fucking her into the damn bed beneath her as the firelight flickers over her gorgeous face and ignites in her eyes. Gone is the innocent, blushing girl from the bathhouse. Instead, I find myself eye to eye with a fierce, wild temptress—a seductive angel begging me for more as she rakes her nails down my back and arms and urges me on with her hips.

  My heavy balls tingle with the need for release, and I can feel her tightening around, rippling up and down my length as her thighs squeeze me hard.

  “My Lord… I…”

  “Give me your release, little queen,” I growl into her ear, my muscles bunch as I drive into her hard and deep. Her soft, supple skin pulses under my firm grip, her hips rising up to meet me as I slide a hand into her wild hair. I wrap it in my fist, tugging her head back and snarling I rake my teeth over her soft neck. Una screams in pleasure, her nails digging into my skin as her tight little cunt floods me with wetness.

  “I’m going to—”

  “Come for me, love,” I hiss into her lips. “Come with me. Let me feel your sweet little cunt ripple around my cock as you give me that release, and then, I’ll fill your womb with my cum, until there’s no denying that you’re mine.”

  My thickness plunges to the hilt inside of her, her back arches as her nipples drag over my chest. And when I roll my thumb over her clit and tug her hair enough to make her gasp, I know we’re both about to explode.

  “Take my cum, little queen.”

  With a roar, I drive in to the hilt, just as I feel her clench tight around me and scream her release. Her climax ripples through her, her supple little body tightening against me, her breath coming out in a silent rush before suddenly, she’s screaming her orgasm into the heat of the room. My vision goes red, and with an animalistic snarl, I thrust my swollen cock deep in her clenching, milking, velvety little cunt and let go.

  My hot cum sprays out of my cock in thick, hot jets—coating her womb and filling her up to the brim. And I just keep thrusting, rocking her right through her release as I pump rope after rope of cum deep inside of her.

  We’re both still panting for air when our lips crush together, like a seal. A promise. A whispered forever.

  “My queen,” I growl softly into her mouth.

  “My king,” she whimpers back, tightening her cunt around me and biting her lip mischievously as I groan in pleasure

  “I believe someone’s a fast learner,” I purr, nuzzling her neck. Una coos softly, wrapping her arms and legs around me as she sighs in pleasure.

  “Perhaps it just took the right teacher, my lord,” she moans softly, turning to kiss my cheek.

  “Well then I hope you’re ready for more lessons,” I groan, my cock not even remotely going down inside of her, and I know she feels it.

  “Because I am far from done making you mine.”

  Una moans softly as my lips crush to hers.

  Chapter 9

  Una

  “You enjoy books.”

  His low, growled words are a statement, not a question. I raise my head sleepily from the downy pillow, and instantly, my face flushes red.

  …God is he gorgeous.

  Hamish—my husband—is reclined on his side next to me in the huge bed, after first claiming my virginity in the most spectacular way I could’ve ever imagined, and then claiming me twice more. He’s naked and stretched out, and as the firelight dances over his bare skin and his grooved muscles, I feel a heat pulsing wickedly between my thighs.

  Three times, and more climaxes than I can even count, and I’m still hungry for him.

  His body tightens as he sits up on one elbow, the ink of his tattoo rippling, and all of it taking my breath away. My eyes dance down over his grooved abs and hips, down until my cheeks redden at the sight of his cock—thick, big, and still so hard between his thighs.

  My eyes flick to his, and I somehow blush even hotter as I see the look of amusement on his face.

  “My, my, little queen,” he purrs. “Ogling, are we?”

  I swallow, raking my teeth across my bottom lip as our eyes lock.

  “Perhaps?” I whisper boldly. Hamish grins wolfishly.

  “It’s just that…” I shyly look away.

  “Yes?”

  “You’re…” I take a shaky breath, determined to stop being such a blushing bride. Even though that’s literally what I am.

  “You’re still so… so…”

  “Hard.”

  I almost whimper at the word as it rumbles from his perfect mouth. I nod, swallowing.

  “It’s just that my friend Catriona heard from one of her father’s kitchen maids that a man…” I trail off, blushing fiercely as I drop my eyes. So much for not being that blushing bride.

  Hamish chuckles. “You’ve heard that a man is done after one time?”

  My eyes drag to his, and I give a small nod. Hamish just grins hungrily as he leans in closer, his fingers tilting my chin up as his lips barely brush mine.

  “Well perhaps most men are,” he growls. “But then, I’m not most men, little love.”

  I whimper as his lips sear to mine, kissing me slow and soft and stealing every bit of my breath away with him when he pulls back.

  “Books,” he growls, taking us back to his question. “You enjoy them, don’t you?”

  I hesitate for a moment. After all, as much as I love to read, it’s no secret that most men aren’t looking for a woman who fancies reading when they’re looking for a wife. As my aunt Saorsie had said multiple times “men want a clean home and a warm bed, not a debate partner or a girl with her head in the clouds.”

  “I’m aware that you do, love,” Hamish says softly, a smile teasing his perfect lips.

  I nod. “I do.”

  “What books.”

  I shrug. “All sorts? Anything I can get my hands on, actually.” My mouth twists. “There aren’t many at my father’s house.”

  Hamish nods, encouraging me, and so with a deep breath, I start to open up.

  “Fiction stories—you know, books about knights and dragons.”

  He grins.

  “And romances. And comedies and plays. Poems too.” I’m starting to ramble, but I can’t seem to stop.

  “And sometimes scholastic books about the sciences, though a lot of them are slow to get into, being in Italian and French—”

  My mouth snaps shut, but not before I see that grin on his face grow wider.

  “You read French and Italian?”

  I blush, stammering as I look down. “No, I—”

  “Yes, you do,” he says quietly, making me shiver. I swallow, biting at my lip again as I raise my gaze to his.

  “Most men don’t like that in a woman.”

  “I’m not most men,” Hamish growls lowly, the intensity in his voice making me gasp quietly.

  “No, you’re not…”

  I breathe the words as he leans in, cupping my jaw and kissing me slow and deep. His tongue swirls with mine, making me whimper softly before he pulls away.

  “I have present for you. A wedding present.”

  He pulls back and stands from the bed, and I blush as I watch his gorgeous, perfect body as he does. He’s built from stone, like a statue or something—all perfectly chiseled muscles and a body that sends sinfully wicked desires through every part of me. It doesn’t help that his cock is still swollen and hard and so big between his thighs. And as I watch him, a tingle runs through me.

  How in the world did that fit inside of me?

  Heat teases through me as I watch him cross the big bedroom chamber, and my heart skips a beat as I remember that this isn’t just a dream.

  We’re married now. I’m his now, for always.

  Hamish grabs something off of a shelf on the far wall, turning back and walking back over to the bed.

  “Here,” he purrs gently, passing me something wrapped in dark red silk. “For you.”

  I blink, taking the weighty present about the size of a book from him.

  “What is it?”

  He grins.

  “Open it, beautiful.”

  I bite my lip as I pull at the velvety tie binding it, loosening the silk wrap, which falls open in my lap. My eyes go wide.

  It is a book—one gorgeously inlaid with gold leaf across its deep red cover, with lettering in French.

  “It’s beautiful,” I whisper breathlessly. And it is. I have books, but nothing in my collection looks even as close to as sumptuous and royal as this one. With the red and the gold, and the French, it’s almost seductive.

  “Thank you,” I murmur, dragging my eyes from the gorgeous book up to the gorgeous man standing in front of me. He smiles, dropping down on his haunches and leaning in to kiss me.

  “Read it,” he purrs.

  “Now?”

  “Yes, now.”

  My lip twists in my teeth. “You really want to watch your bride rea—”

  “Very much so,” he growls, his eyes fierce. “I always want to watch my bride read.”

  Something wicked crosses his face.

  “Especially this book.”

  My brow furrows, a smile teasing my lips as I try and figure out the look on his face. My eyes drop to the book, and this time, I actually read the French. And when I do, heat blushes through my cheeks.

  “The Forbidden Desire.”

  I say the words out loud, feeling the flickering heat tease through me as I do. I look up at Hamish quizzically.

  “What sort of book is this?”

  He grins. “Read it, my little queen.”

  I chew on my lip, shivering under his heated gaze before I nod.

  “Okay.”

  I start to open the book, sitting there on the edge of the bed, when Hamish chuckles.

 

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