Page 41 of A Flawed Scotsman

Settled between her legs, he whispered in her ear. “Wrap yer legs about my hips.”

She did as instructed. Her senses were on high alert as he reached down between them.

The prodding of the thick head at her entrance was exciting. Esme held on to his shoulders and pressed her lips on the side of Ruari’s throat. His breathing was harsh as he held back, allowing her sex to adjust to his girth.

It was hard to hold still. She wanted him to enter her fully. Esme raked her nails down his back and cupped his bottom to urge him forward.

With one strong thrust, he took her fully and she cried out, unable to stop from it as the pain of being torn was piercing.

“Shhh,” Ruari whispered and kissed her. He lifted his face and looked at her. “It will become enjoyable again, I promise.”

Esme nodded, somewhat embarrassed at the tears that trickled down the sides of her face to plop on the pillow. She believed him but wondered how it would be so.

When he began moving, his sex slipping out and back in, Esme soon found the movements soothing. The more he moved, the further away any pain was from her mind.

Soon, she was urging him to move faster, her entire being overtaken by need.

“Oh. Oh. Oh,” Esme repeated as the surroundings evaporated and all that remained was her and Ruari and the exquisite sensations.

Suddenly, she floated, the sounds of Ruari’s grunts like music as Esme’s body exploded into a million pieces. While drifting into a wonderful abyss, Ruari joined her, his strong body shuddering as he, too, found release.

Esme snuggled against Ruari, her head on his shoulder. She kissed his jawline as he made lazy circles on the arm she tossed across his stomach. “I wish everything would stop and this moment would last for a long time.”

“Me, too.” Ruari pressed his lips on her hair. “In time, everything will settle.”

“I cannot help thinking of Mother and what she must be going through and my dearest friend, Catriona. The poor dear.”

He remained quiet, most likely because there was little he could say that would make her feel better.

In all probability, this would be their one and only time together and Esme wanted to take his scent and possession of her body with her. Nothing would stop her from going. It was up to her to save not only her mother, but the clan as well.

Esme trailed the tips of her fingers from Ruari’s stomach down. They skittered through the trail of hair that directed to his, once again, hardened shaft.

Boldly wrapping her fingers around his sex, Esme pressed kisses to his chest, circling the small nipple with her tongue.

By the deep grunting sounds, he enjoyed her attentions and it sent powerful surges of heat through her as well. Although she wasn’t quite sure how to proceed, instinctively she slid her hand up and down his hardness and licked from his nipple up to his throat.

“Ye are so enticing,” Ruari pulled her over him. “Take me as ye wish.”

He took her waist and lifted her to straddle him and then took himself in hand. “Lift up and lower onto me.”

Arousal sent her mind reeling as Esme did as he instructed. The head of his sex prodded at hers and she took a deep breath and lowered slowly, allowing herself time to expand around him.

The power of controlling the joining was intoxicating and her mind swam as she flattened her hands onto his chest and began to lift and lower, taking him deep inside.

Ruari threw his head back, showcasing his powerful neck and wide shoulders as he allowed her freedom over his body.

“Faster,” he grunted out, and took her hips to help her move. A trickle of fire traveled to where they joined and Esme lost control, lifting and lowering faster. Still, her body demanded more and her movements became erratic.

Ruari rolled her over and took control. Within moments, she flew into an abyss of lights as she shattered with a powerful release.

Chapter Thirteen

Alarmed cries woke Ruari and he jumped from the bed. He was still in Esme’s bedchamber. After grabbing his breeches and yanking them on, he rushed to the balcony. From there, he spotted guards rushing to horses and he turned away, pulled on his boots and tunic and raced from the room.

Laird Fraser rushed to one of the lead guards and grabbed him by the tunic with fisted hands. “How can our guards be so incompetent? Was it not enough that my wife was taken?”

Ruari went to where his cousins stood and watched with blank expressions. “What happened?”