My gaze drags lower, and I groan. She’s clearly wearing a slip of some kind under the bottom half of her wedding gown, but even that’s soaked through as well. And there, between her thighs, a hint of dark shadow—a promise of a treasure I will be claiming.
My eyes slide back to hers, and before I can even pretend to stop myself, I’m closing the distance between us. Ailith moans softly as I kiss her—her lips offering no resistance as she welcomes me to them. I growl deeply, my hands tightening on her as her mouth opens for me.
I kiss her slow and deep before I pull back, both of us panting for more. My eyes dart out of the wrecked porthole window. The storms hit in the late afternoon, and now that it’s over and clear, the sky is darkening to night.
“It’s getting dark,” I say quietly. “You’re soaked, and it’ll be cold soon.”
My hands move with purpose, sliding from her waist up to the front of her wedding gown. My fingers pluck at the laces holding her dress closed, and Ailith’s eyes go wide.
“What are you—”
She gasps as I undo the top of her dress, pulling it open until it hangs barely covering the hard pink points of her nipples. She whimpers as I tug it open, the fire inside of me roaring to a full blaze as my eyes drink in her nakedness.
Perfection.
“Malcolm…” she breathes as she falls into me, her lips seeking mine, and mine hungrily taking what she offers. My hands push the top of her dress down over her shoulders, letting it drop as she whimpers into the kiss. I move away just long enough to tug my own soaked tunic up over my head and toss it away before I’m hungrily crushing my mouth to hers, growling into her lips. Her breasts press into my bare chest, nipples dragging over my skin as she gasps quietly and runs her fingers up my arms.
But I’m far from done.
My hands drop to her waist, and I don’t hesitate to push her dress down over her full hips. The soaking wet white cloth peels away from her skin like a flower petal, and when I push it the rest of the way down until it drops to her feet, her breath catches.
“Malcolm…” she breathes into my lips.
I know this is new to her. I know no other man has ever had her even like this—bare, ready, and pulled tight to him—a whimper on her lips. No other man has heard that soft moan, and it’s all for me.
All of her is for me, as all of me is hers.
Her back against the wood of the support beam, I kiss her hungrily, swallowing those moans as my strong hands slide over the bare skin of her hips. I slide them up and down her sides, teasing her skin, my fingers brushing the underside of her full breasts as she whimpers. They slide lower, gripping her hips as I kiss her deeply. But slowly, I pull away, and slowly, I begin to drop to my knees in front of her.
All of her is mine.
Ailith gasps sharply, and she goes to cover herself with a hand between her legs, but I just growl lowly and gently push her hand away.
“No, little princess,” I growl. “Don’t you hide yourself from me. Don’t you hide that sweet little cunt from my eyes.”
My gaze centers on her pussy, and my cock pulses hard as steel beneath my kilt. Gods is she perfect. Sweet, untouched, innocent perfection. Her full hips taper down between her soft, creamy thighs, and when my eyes drink in the glistening pink lips of her cunt, I can feel my balls swelling with need for her.
I move closer, my breath teasing over her thighs, and Ailith trembles.
“Oh God…” She breathes. I glance up to see her eyes wide and eager, locked on me as I move in.
I push her legs wide, and when I pull one of them up over my muscled shoulder, she draws a sharp breath.
“My lord, what—”
“Tasting you, my love,” I growl, my eyes flashing fire into hers. “I’m going to taste this sweet little cunt and drink down your nectar. And I’m going to savor the sweetness of you on my tongue when you come for me.”
She moans, her face going flushed as her eyes widen. Oh, she may be innocent and untouched, but she knows what this is.
I lean closer, my breath teasing across her lips and the soft down of hair on her mons. I move even closer, and when I inhale the heavenly scent of her arousal, my cock lurches between my thighs as precum drips freely onto the wooden floor of the cabin. I lean in, and I taste her.
Ailith cries out, her whole body bucking against my mouth as I drag my tongue slowly up her slit. I growl, pushing it deep and grunting as I drink in the sweet, sticky taste of her. Sweet gods she tastes like honey and heaven—like the sweetest whiskey and the softest flower on my tongue.