Celtic Fury (16 page)

For a fleeting moment she worried that she really would not know what she needed to do to be able to please him, but as she felt his mouth on her skin, she realized he was teaching her what he would enjoy to have done to him. However, she didn’t realized pleasing him would come naturally. . . and what she didn't know was he would probably not noticed her lack of experience, for when a man truly loves a woman his goal is to please her, and all falls into place, perfectly.

Her fingers flexed gently over the bulge between them and that caused him to groan again.

He said, “Brielle, I want ye’ very much.”

She smiled and said, “Do ye? Hmm, I hadn’t noticed.”  At those words, her fingers gently squeezed again. She liked the feel of it, sensing it would be so much more, once they were undressed, even though that thought made her quite nervous. Her heart pounded at the thought. She started to forget all her fears as desire rose. Nothing else mattered but Ruiri, and being with him.

Her gown was sufficiently loosened and it began sliding off her shoulders. In a sudden attempt at modesty, she clasped it to her chest, but then she saw Rory shrug out of his leine and she lost her shyness. She wanted her skin to touch his with nothing between them. She let go of her bodice and it slid down to her waist. Rory’s eyes raked her hungrily. Although there was still faint bruising on her ribs, he thought she was just perfect. His hands gently cupped each breast carefully, so he would not hurt her. He loved the feel of their heaviness in his hands. Her dusky nipples puckered into his palms.

His voice, husky and thick with desire said, “Look at how beautiful ye
’
are. Oh, ye
’
are perfect for me to make love to.”

She sighed, feeling the delicious way his hands touched her.

Concern registered on his face and he said, “Ye
’
dunna’ hurt, do ye
’
?”

She shook her head.
Fighting to concentrate, s
he mumbled, “The bruises are nearly gone.” The warmth of his hands was intoxicating. Rory bent and took one nipple gently into his mouth. She sobbed in pleasure, as new sensations washed through her. She was astonished at the way her body was reacting to him. It felt like hot moist heat was seeping out of her. Her hands touched his strong chest. She leaned in, and kissed his flesh there and as she leaned into him, with her hands pressed to the solid plane of his chest, he scooped her back up into his arms.

He carried her gently to his bed and he laid her carefully down on it. He kissed down her neck, softly brushing over the thin old scar. He felt her tense and she tried to move his lips from the spot.

“Dunna’ look at it Ruiri…it is so hideous. It makes me ugly.”  Rory looked into her eyes and he gently traced it with his finger.

“Ye
’
could never be ugly. Ye
’
are so very beautiful. Here, look at this…” Rory sat up slightly and tugged his trewes down a bit. He pointed to a jagged scar over his hip and upper thigh.

“Does
that scar
repulse ye?”

Her eyes widened and she said, “No…oh no…” She couldn’t take her eyes from his hip long enough to make much note of the scar. She stroked over it with a feather light touch. Feeling his muscled hip made her mouth go dry.

“We all have scrapes, Brielle. The marks aren’t deep enough to touch yer
’
soul.” 

Touching his jaw, she said, “Some do.” Rory nodded, knowing she understood about the damage he had experienced to his soul.

“Aye, but those don’t really show, do they?”

“No they don’t, but they are deeper,” Brielle said softly.

Her fingers just ran down his jaw and shoulder. He was looking at her with such tenderness. He wanted to kiss her again.
She realized how h
e was now so different from the man who wished to force her in anger. This was the man she had fallen in love with. Again his finger traced the faint line on her neck, thinking how very close it had come to cutting her life source. He swallowed down hard, thinking what she had to endure at the hands of her brothers. He could never even slap his sister, Bronwyn, let alone pull a knife on her. Brielle was searching his eyes, seeing that anger flare in those golden gems.

She did not want him to slide into that dark place again so she leaned up and kissed him quickly. She took one of his hands and brought it to her left breast. Placing it over her heart, she said, “Just touch me. Forget about scars both seen and unseen …if only for a little while.”

“Aye, Lass, you are right.” His palm rubbed softly against that breast and he felt himself get even harder. It was almost painful.

“Dear God, Brielle, I want ye so much.”

“I want ye, too Ruiri.”

Rory placed her back on his bed and tugged her gown down her hips. He watched as blush flushed up her neck and face. He whispered, “Dunna’ be shy, ye are beautiful.” But his words only made her blush deeper. He flashed her a smile, which melted her heart and he said, “Lift yer hips a little for me.” She did and he eased her gown down her legs. “Oh,” he moaned
, looking at her
.

She was curvy and feminine. He planted kisses down her ribs over the soft indentation of her navel. He heard her suck in her breath as he moved his fingers lower, to trace over the soft dark
thatch of
curls. He teased her and said, “Do ye want me?”

She nodded, unable to speak. She was partially terrified; partially mortified; and partially filled with desire. Desire was quickly winning out when he said, “Let me see for myself…” and she became mortified again as his hand gently cupped her mound and he slid a finger between her legs. He was met with a moist heat that gave her away. She gasped at his touch. No man had ever touched her like that but his touch was so gentle and skilled. He moved his fingers in a gentle massage, but it caused her to writhe up against him. She moaned. Ruiri liked the sound and it encouraged him. His eyes were dark with passion.

He said, “I need to taste ye
’
, Beauty.”

Even without experience, she knew what he meant and she became suddenly very frightened.

“Ruiri, I think that ye should not…”

“Oh, no?  Why not, Brielle? Ye
’
are delicious.”

“But Ruiri…I am…oh my
holy stars
,” she gasped as his tongue touched against her. She was wet and sweet and he let his tongue taste her. She started to squirm a little and he was enjoying her response. He circled her hardened little nub, ever so gently, and he eased one finger inside of her. At first, he wasn’t certain what he had felt at his gentle probing. No, it could not be possible!  His eyes flew to her face, not believing the reality. She was still a virgin! 

“Brielle, I…dunna…understand.” Her violet eyes grew enormous and she realized he knew she was still a maid from just touching her. He removed his hand and sat up.

“Please talk to me. How is this possible?” Crimson blush washed over her cheeks. Looking away from him, she said, “What ye have discovered is true.”

“How can that be? How, Brielle? You are a widow. Brielle please tell me that wasn’t some sort of a lie.”

“I have not lied to ye
’. Not about that
. I was married by proxy. My husband was infirmed, he…he…never touched me.”   

A strange look passed over his eyes. Long ago, he had made an unspoken vow to not be with a virgin, because it had a tendency to complicate things
…just as he had vowed to remove all Campbells from the world…
but this was his Brielle. It was already complicated. His poor little Brielle, widowed without ever being held in a loving way by a man. No one had ever cherished this angel’s body with passionate touches. Well, that was all going to change. He was the man to cherish her and show her passion she may never
have dreamed or even
known existed.

She sat up, wondering at his emotional turmoil, which he couldn’t hide in his expression.

“It doesn’t change anything, Ruiri. I…I still want ye.” 

“Yes, it does change things. It changes everything.” 

He watched as sadness played into her eyes. She was certain that Rory would not want her now that he knew the truth and that he knew that she was not experienced when it came to being with a man. She knew he was used to women who knew how to please a man, but she did not want him to let that change his resolve.

“Rory…please, dunna’ walk away now because of this.” Now it was his turn to look confused.

“Walk away? Sweetheart, ye’ should have told me…so I would have known the best way to love ye.”

She laughed nervously and she said, “It has been pretty wonderful so far.”

He took her hand to his lips, kissing her delicate little palm. He said softly, “I dunna
’
want to walk away.
Even if I did want to, I vow, I canna’ walk away from ye’ now.
Do ye still want me to continue?” 

“I think ye know I want ye
’
, Ruiri. Know that I have never said that to any other man before.”

“Then you honor me, Sweetheart. I promise to be gentle.”

She kissed his hand and said, “I know, Ruiri. I am not afraid, just a little nervous.”

“Dunna' be nervous. Just feel and enjoy.”

She said, “I want to touch ye’, Ruiri.”

“Aye, I need ye’ to.” 

She felt him laying her back on his big bed and she watched him leaning over her, allowing his lips to touch hers. He lay beside her and he pulled her into his arms, holding her and stretching his legs against hers.

She kissed him and said, “Ye’ are still wearing yer’ trewes.”

He laughed and said, “I know, I did not want to rush ye’.”

Her hands slid over his broad shoulders and she said, “I want to feel all of ye
’
,” flesh to flesh.” 

She eased her hands over his hips and she began helping him loosen his trewes. He felt her delicious fingers trailing on his skin and he moaned. He was so hard at this point, it was almost painful, but he wanted to take his time, especially now that he knew it was going to be Brielle’s first time. She needed to experience all the wonderful sensations she had never known; the sensations he would teach her to enjoy and respond to. As his trewes were lowered, he rose full and thick against her thigh. He watched her swallow down her anxiety and he said, “Let me kiss ye’.” He did slowly, pressing his mouth to hers, building the level of trust and intimacy between them. She loved the feel of his lips touching hers.

Lying side-to-side kissing, felt so warm and delicious. She had never felt so safe. He drew her hand to touch him. Her fingers were tentative at first but then they closed around him naturally.

She moaned softly and she said, “Mmm, ye’ are so big Ruiri.”

The way his body seemed to react to her was a wonder to her. Smiling, he said,

“Dunna’ worry, my beautiful angel. We will fit perfectly.” 

She felt herself blushing again at his words. Still, she marveled at
the
feel of his shaft, which was velvety and hard as well. Rory kissed her neck, nibbling over her throat and collarbone. Each gentle bite sent shivers racing through her. She squeezed his cock gently and felt a tremor course through him. He looked at her and saw that her breathing was heavier. She was flushed with desire. Leaning over her, his lips closed over each nipple and he felt her arch beneath him. While circling each tender peak with his tongue, his hand stroked the silky dark curls between her legs. He inched his fingers between her slightly parted thighs and felt how wet she had become.

“Brielle, ye are so wet,” he stated and he saw her blush deepen. “I love that ye are so wet for me.” 

He kissed her again, and she said, “
Y
e’ do?”

“Aye, ye
’
being so wet for me shows me ye’ want me.”

“Like ye’ being hard…for me?”

“Exactly
!
Now, I want to taste ye’ again. Just feel pleasure, my sweet beauty. Dunna’ fight it.” 

He moved down her body and he parted her thighs gently with his fingers. He lowered his head and his mouth kissed her and teased her. He felt her jerk slightly against him as his tongue laved her gently. Easing one finger inside of her, he felt her clench naturally around it. Her hips began to move in slow undulations as his mouth taunted her to a pleasure she had never known was even possible.

She heard herself making sounds that seemed so foreign; so unlike her own voice and she heard him saying, “Mmm, ye
’
taste so good, sweetheart.”

That validation caused her to moan again and as she felt his finger all the way inside of her, and his lips and tongue circling her, she felt a building pressure inside. He must have felt it, too, because he increased the pressure, thrusting his finger in and out of her; flicking his tongue over that now very sensitive spot. She was awash in sensations and her fingers stroked through his hair.

She sighed, “Ruiri, I feel…what is happening to me?”