Highland Burn (21 page)

“Aye.” James’s face seemed to relax a little.

“Well, I would be lying if I said that the thought didnae cross my mind, but nay, James, I dinnae wish to leave.”

Abigale could almost see James’s shoulders drop with relief knowing that she wasn’t leaving. “Good, because I wouldn’t be able to let ye go if I tried. So lass, why are ye here then?”

The deepness of his voice smoothed over her body sending cold shivers over her skin. Knowing that he wanted her to stay gave her all the strength and courage she needed. With inches to spare between them, Abigale stopped in front of him and straightened her shoulders. “’Tis like I said before my Laird, I come to thank ye.” She arched a brow and smiled.

“My lady, I must warn ye, when ye play with fire, ye get burned.” His eyes held a truth to them so she knew he meant every word he said.

Abigale felt herself being pulled toward James until she straddled him. Large hands rested on her hips, and she felt the strength of his grip.

Abigale traced her fingers along his face noticing the coarseness of stubble along his jaw, reminding her that he was pure raw male, while the scar under his right eye reminded her that he was a warrior wielding strength and power, and the softness of his lips reminded her of how soft his heart could be. He purred low and deep, relishing her caress, reminding her he was every bit dragon.

Truly she loved this man with all her heart, even his rough edges and imperfections.

“James, please forgive me for my actions and cruel words. I didnae mean them.”

A hooded gaze stared back at her. This close she could see amber waves swirling in his eyes like poured whiskey. “There’s nothing to be forgiven.”

“But--”

“Shhh. Kiss me.” James took Abigale’s head in his hands and pulled her into a soft kiss. Needing more of her, he licked at her full lips and intensified the kiss. Her heart raced, sending molten lava through her veins. The fluttering in her stomach was back making her core throb. These new-found feelings were like nothing she had ever felt before, yet she wanted more. Craved more.

A rough but gentle tug of her hair made Abigale’s lips break contact. Dominant enough to get Abigale’s attention, James held her firmly and gazed deeply into the blueness of her eyes. “Do ye love him?” A shadow of the menacing Black Douglas lingered across his face as he waited for her to answer.

“Who?” Confusion crossed her face.

James tightened his grip on her hair as the name passed over his lips. “Marcus.”

Abigale brought her hands up and covered his, loosening his grip. She whispered over his lips, “I’m here with ye, James Douglas.” She took his bottom lip into her mouth and sucked before claiming his mouth.

Strong arms circled her tiny body pulling her even closer. She slipped her hands over his broad shoulders and down his back until she reached the hem of his tunic then lifted it over his head, throwing it to the stone floor.

Soft lips kissed down the tender part of her neck just below her ear leaving a blazing trail of heat behind. James yanked down her night gown. The coarseness of his massive hands tenderly squeezing her breasts drove her daft and just when she had thought the torture would stop, he traced small circles around her peaked nipples turning those fluttering butterflies into flames.

Continuing his delicious assault on her breasts, he took a pink nipple in his mouth and sucked until Abigale moaned her pleasure. Wanting more, she threw her head back, giving him complete access to her body; it was his to command. She desired more of his wickedness as he kissed, licked, and sucked her peachy skin.

Feeling an intensity billowing deep within her core, Abigale rocked her hips forward to relieve the ache. A soul-shaking feral growl rumbled through James and before Abigale could react her night dress was ripped clean off her body and lay in a torn heap on the floor. A rush of cold air pricked her skin which only strengthened the sensation. What was this man doing to her?

James pulled her closer, and their hot bare skin touched, igniting a fire that set them ablaze. She wondered if he could feel how she burned for him, even though he still wore his kilt. As she rocked her hips, James hissed and grabbed her arse and rubbed her sex against his cock. Abigale threw her hands into his long black hair when he took her nipple into his mouth and nipped. A wave of heat spiraled through her body. Aye, Sister Kate was right… Highlanders were a wicked breed.

“James,” Abigale moaned breathlessly, “what are ye doing to me?”

“Och lass, do ye trust me?”

She nodded. James slipped his hand between her legs and gently stroked her virginal nub. With hands that had mastered pleasuring a woman in every way, he gently slipped his finger deep inside of her, careful not to hurt her. Abigale sucked in a shaky breath.

James looked up at her. “Did I hurt ye?”

“Nay and don’t ye dare stop,” Abigale commanded.

James was more than happy to oblige.

James pulled his finger out only to plunge it in further and faster until Abigale felt her walls tightening. By all means, he was taking her down a path she’d never traveled, furthermore creating a carnal necessity that drove her further and faster to a destination that led her straight to bliss. As if he knew exactly what to do and the exact time to do it, he slipped in a second finger. Abigale sighed in pure pleasure, she held on tight, wrapping her arms around his neck. Surely if she let go she would crash and break into a million pieces.

“Look at me, lass,” James whispered.

Abigale shook her head no. Her insecurity had crept up on her. Never being with a man before she couldn’t help but feel inadequate when it came to pleasing him.

A strong hand pulled the back of her neck, bringing her head down so their foreheads touched. “Look at me, my
bel ange.
”

Abigale opened her eyes to the most breathtaking man she’d ever seen.

A man of raw power.

A man of honor.

A man that was a dragon.

A man that did wicked things to her body that she craved. She found a strength in his eyes that made the world fade away.

“I want to see you shatter, lass,” James whispered against her lips.

As if it was a command, a wave of warmth tingled through her body as Abigale’s walls came crashing down and she indeed shattered into a million delicious pieces. “By the saints,” she moaned and threw her arms around James’s neck as another wave of heat hit her.

For a moment they held each other tightly as she caught her breath.

“I’m not done with ye, lass,” James whispered in her ear.

Abigale snaked her hands down his neck and grazed the thickness of his chest. “Just what do ye plan to do to me?” she teased.

His eyes never leaving hers, he unbuckled his leather belt. Black fabric unfolded and fell to the side revealing his hardened length.

Abigale watched every move he made. She was curious and wanted to explore every inch of his sinful body, yet her eyes grew wide when she saw what lay between them. At half-mast the tip of his length reached his navel. Abigale arched a questioning brow and looked at James who was quite amused by her astonished reaction.

“Dinnae worry,” he smiled and reassured, “we'll take it slow.”

Abigale licked her lips and swallowed. “I trust ye.”

~~~~~

James took great pleasure in the sight before him; flawless peachy skin with red blotches from his kisses covered her chest and neck. Indeed these were his markings and he intended to leave more. His
bel ange.
Knowing he breached unchartered territory, he was determined to make sure that Abigale's first time was going to be beyond anything she had ever experienced. He would take it slow and sweet until she was ready for him.

James kissed her hard before he stood her up so that she straddled his length. As she stood, two perfectly round breasts were at eye level begging for his touch. He leaned in and sucked on a nipple. Gently, James positioned himself at her opening and rubbed the tip of his length back and forth, letting her familiarize herself with the feel of him.
God’s Blood,
her slick wet heat drove him with fierce need.

Slowly he entered the tip of his cock inside her. Abigale tensed and grabbed hold of his shoulders. He paused for a moment. “Relax love.” He smoothed his free hand down her thigh trying to relax her. It must have worked; of her own accord she slid down his shaft slowly inch by inch.

James felt the smoothness of her breasts on his chest as she slid further down. He shuddered. He’d better start counting cows… fast, for he didn’t know how much of this sweet torture he could take. The urge to thrust deep inside her and stake his claim kindled to a roaring flame.

They were getting close to the point where he knew it would be uncomfortable for Abigale. Virginity was a precious gift she was giving him, yet he would have to hurt her in order to receive it. James gripped Abigale’s hips and stopped before he reached her maidenhood.

Abigale took his face in her hands. “Don’t ye dare, James Douglas, I want all of ye.”

With one hard thrust he broke through her maidenhood and buried himself to the hilt. With each push he felt Abigale stretch as he filled her more and more. James felt his release building and grabbed her arse pushing her toward her own release. Abigale threw her head back and succumbed to the pleasures James brought out of her. “Oh God, James Douglas," she screamed.

His name echoed throughout the solar and straight to his cock, as with one final earth-shattering thrust he spilled his seed deep inside her.

James would have never thought that surrendering to anyone would feel so sweet, but as they sat there for a moment completely content, wrapped up in each other’s arms, James knew he would surrender to Abigale time and time again. His
bel ange.
No doubt about it, his beautiful wife was made for love making. Passion shone through her deep blue eyes when she had shattered beneath his hands and he hoped he would see it again… soon.

Abigale rested her head on top of James‘s head as he trailed his hands up and down her back. “Did I hurt ye?”

James was concerned because Abigale hadn’t said a word nor moved. Being this was her first time, he didn’t know how she would react after the deed was done. Abigale lifted her head and smiled a wicked grin. “Can we do that again?”

James cupped her face with his massive hands and smiled a sexy grin. “Aye, at least two more times tonight and then again in the morn.” He kissed her. With their bodies still connected, he began to stand. Abigale wrapped her arms around his neck and her legs around his waist.

“Then again after we break our fast.” Again he kissed her as he walked towards a brown bear-skin rug lying by the hearth. “Then again at midday." Another kiss as he laid her down on the furry rug. “And how aboot sunset?” James wiggled his eyebrows before he trailed hot blazing kisses down her neck. Abigale giggled, “My Laird, I won’t be leaving our bedchamber.”

“That’s the plan, lass.”

Chapter 19

He was immortal; he was never ending.

Fully sated after another round of love making, James rested his head on Abigale’s chest, holding her tight as their naked, sweat-covered bodies glistened by the hearth. Silence fell between them. The only sound was the crackling of the fire. Abigale stared into the flickering flames, deep in thought. Strand by strand, she combed through James's hair with her fingertips, letting the long black locks fall upon her breasts.

Questions lingered in her mind about dragons. Dragons? Never would she have believed such nonsense, but she saw the swirls in his eyes right in front of her. There was no denying it, which left her mind consumed with one particular question. Could they have children?

Another thought crossed her mind that gave her a mental shake. Magic? Aye, there was something magical about her wicked Highlander. There had to be some kind of magic pumping in his body, for no flesh and blood human had his capability of abnormal healing abilities. Then there was the memory loss she had experienced. Two full days were left unaccounted for and it still bothered her that she couldn’t remember how she arrived at Black Stone.

Instantly her body ignited as James ran his thumb over one of her nipples, sending a shiver down her spine. Indeed dragons possessed magic. She closed her eyes and inwardly sighed.

“What’s going on in that beautiful head of yers,
bel ange
? Ye seem far away." James kissed the top of her breast and trailed another kiss to her neck.

“’Tis nothing.”

James halted his relentless attack on her neck and held her gaze with stern demanding amber eyes. “Lass, one thing I can no tolerate is lies. Tell me what troubles ye. Ask me anything, love and I’ll answer it.”

Not wanting to know the answers about children quite yet, Abigale fumbled through what she was going to say. Dragon talk seemed outlandish, nothing more than a fairy tale.

“Well… do ye… I mean… dragon…”Abigale let out a frustrated breath; she couldn’t form a coherent thought.

“Ye mean to ask me if I have magical powers.”

“Aye.”

“Since I’m immortal, I have the ability to heal myself and I can heal others as well through a deep sleep.”