Stolen By The Scottish Rogue (Kilts & Kisses 2)

Ailith slides up, gasping deeply as her cunt grips my cock, clinging tightly to me as she rises up until just the head is inside of her. I grunt, pulling her as I thrust my hips at the same time, and when my cock plunges deep inside of her, she cries out in pleasure.

“Ride me, little princess,” I groan into her skin, my balls drawing up as she starts to slide up and down in deep, full strokes.

“Ride my cock until I’m coated in your honey. Take my cock, Ailith. Feel me so deep inside against your womb.”

She moans, her hips rolling and her body rubbing against my chest as we begin to move together. Her tight little ass bounces in my lap, her nipples hardening to points in my fingers and her pussy dripping all over my cock until her honey coats my heavy balls and muscled thighs.

We move together like one, grinding and thrusting—her cries of pleasure filling my ears as I grunt into her skin, rutting into her like a beast. Lust clouds my vision, and I grip her tight as I thrust up into her—claiming her, taking her, making every single inch of her mine and mine alone.

I’m aware of her suddenly clenching above me, her moans tumbling from her lips as she comes for me. Her slickness floods my cock, and I groan and just keep fucking her, like I’m a man possessed. She sinks into me, panting and crying out again and again as I keep her there, falling off the ledge of her climax.

Ailith comes again, and again, and she twists her head to crush her lips to mine, hungrily tasting my mouth as I plunge into her.

“Come for me, my lord,” she whimpers into my lips. “Take me and make me yours.”

I groan, my swollen balls drawing up as I feel my control start to falter.

“Ailith…”

“Please,” she begs, moaning as she writhes above me, kissing me hungrily.

Her pussy clenches me tight, rippling up and down every inch of me, and as I feel her come again, it’s the last I can take. I roar as I thrust as deep as I can into her tight, velvety heaven and let go. My balls pulse, my cock throbs so deep in her, and when I come, it’s a dam giving way.

My hot cum blasts into her, filling her tight little cunt with my sticky seed. Rope after thick rope of my cum splashes against her womb, and I lose myself in her lips, everything else forgotten as I spill the last of my seed into her.

When we’re done, and panting for air, I wrap her in my arms and hold her as I kiss her slow and deep. And I’m still holding her, and still hard and deep inside of her, and still kissing her, when the sun starts to crest over the horizon.

“It’s morning,” she whispers, pulling away, her eyes hazy with lust and her lips swollen from mine.

“Indeed, it is, wife.”

“Husband,” she murmurs, leaning in to kiss me again. “What happens now?”

I grin. “Now?” I nuzzle her neck, my hands teasing over her.

“Now, it’s the rest of our lives, together.”

She bites her lip, her eyes darting over my face.

“Where did you come from, again?”

I grin. “I was the man who stole you away from your first wedding, in case you forgot.”

She giggles. “Was it me you were truly after? Or was I just a bonus for the boat?”

“Oh, the boat was my first love, but—”

I chuckle as she playfully slaps my chest, pulling her in and kissing her deeply.

“I’m the man who’s going to keep you, and love you, for the rest of our lives.”

She blushes, biting at her lip as she arches a brow at me.

I grin. “Not bad for a pirate, huh?”

“Not bad at all,” she murmurs as she leans in. “Even for a dirty scoundrel like you.”

“C’mere, princess,” I groan as our lips sear together.

The sun rises, the day’s begun. But everything else can wait. Right now, it’s just me and her.

…And that’s all I need.

Epilogue

Ailith

Sometimes, love finds its way to you in the most unlikely ways. Or it’s found in the most unlikely places. And sometimes, with the most unlikely people.

…Well, at least that’s my experience with it.

When he first took me away from marrying Lord Carlson, I thought I was out of the proverbial frying pan and into the fire. But as it turns out, that fire was exactly what I needed. It was that fire that stripped away my reservations, and it was that same fire that lit the spark inside of me.

At first, in the days after our wedding, there was a fair amount of turmoil. There was talk of war, and lords of the Highlands picking sides, though most allied themselves with Malcolm over Carlson. But trouble was certainly brewing. Add to that the multiple sightings of the most feared Viking marauder alive up and down the coast, and it felt like a powder-keg ready explode.