Ailith smiles, stroking my arm. “You know for a big tough warrior lord, you’re a very good listener.”
“What?”
She giggles as I grin, slapping my arm.
“Rhona is good. She…” Ailith frowns a puzzled look, opening her mouth to say something before she closes it.
“What is it?”
“She just…” Ailith shakes her head. “It’s nothing, I’m sure.” She smiles, looking up at me. “And Lord Carlson?”
“It’s over, and he’ll be dealt with. Lord Carlson has fewer friends than he thinks he does, and I have far more than he thought. Should he try and come after you or this island again, he’ll find himself in a struggle he will most certainly lose, and badly.”
I pull her close, letting my lips brush hers.
“That’s all over with, my love.”
“I’m all yours, am I?”
“Damn right you are,” I growl, crushing my lips to hers and groaning at the whimper that teases into my mouth.
She’s wrapped in a large blanket, but as I kiss her slowly, I tug it free from her hands. It drops to her feet, and I groan at the sight of her—wrapped only in a gauzy white sleep gown. It’s so thin that it’s basically sheer, and with the moonlight and the fires behind her, her figure is fully visible to me through it.
I growl, my cock thickening as I crush my mouth back to hers, kissing her hungrily. Ailith moans, her small hands sliding over me and eagerly working at the binds to my own clothing. She shoves my tunic up my body, her delicate fingers tracing over my muscled torso. I break away from her lips just long enough to pull the tunic over my head and toss it away before I pull her tight to my mouth again.
Her hands move to my kilt, her breaths panting into my lips as she pulls the belt open letting the kilt drop to the ground at my feet. My thick cock springs into her hands, and she whimpers as she wraps her small fingers around it.
“Gods, Ailith,” I growl, hissing in pleasure as her little hands slide delicately up and down my shaft.
My mouth drops to her neck, bringing a gasp to her lips as I bite down on the tender skin there. My hands roam her body, teasing over her hips and sliding up to cup her full breasts. I slide one hand to the dainty straps to her sleep gown, grazing her shoulder before I slip my finger under the strap and tug it down off the shoulder. Ailith shivers as I do the same to the other, her hand still stroking me as I peel her translucent gown down over her pert breasts.
My mouth drops to her dusky pink nipples in an instant, and she cries out, her hands gripping me tighter as my tongue swirls over her aching pink peaks. My hands roam down her body, pulling her gown up as I slide a hand over her firm, tight little ass.
My cock swells, precum dripping from the swollen crown all over her fingers.
My hand delves down low over her ass, pushing between her thighs from behind. Ailith moans wildly, pushing back against my hand, and when my fingers find her dripping wet and slick for me, I groan in pleasure.
She gasps as I spin her yanking her against my hard, naked body as my mouth drops to her neck. My hands slide over her small body, cupping her breast and pushing between her pretty thighs to stroke her sweet little cunt. I pull us back until I sink back into one of the large chairs I have set up on the terrace. With how high we are over the castle grounds, no one can see us up here. It’s just her and I, with the moon and stars above, and the flickering fires burning to embers out on the bay.
Ailith’s legs go astride mine, her back against my chest and her moans echoing in my ears. My hands push down between us, one stroking her slick cunt and teasing her swollen clit, the other grabbing my thick cock and stroking it. She turns her head, and when our lips crush together, it’s like the heavens above light on fire.
“Take me,” she whispers quietly, and I groan as I kiss her even harder. I raise her up, her body sliding over mine as I center my thick head against her soft, slick opening. She moans as she sinks down, a gasp catching at her lips as she slowly takes every damn inch of me. I groan into her lips, kissing her fiercely as her hungry little cunt swallows up my cock.
She cries out, pulling away from my lips to moan her pleasure into the moonlit sky. I hiss, my body tensing as she settles down to the base of me. I can feel her pussy rippling and clenching at my thickness, milking my cock eagerly as I growl into her skin. My hand slides between her legs, my fingers lazily rolling her clit in slow circles. The other moves up her body, pulling the gauzy white sleep gown away from her and cupping her breast.