Wed To The Warrior (Kilts & Kisses 3)

“And?!” I snap, whirling and glaring at him.

Slowly, he grins, and I want to be furious, but the longer he grins at me, the more my heart melts.

“And do you truly think I don’t see what a poisonous, cruel woman she is? Do you truly not see how badly you’ve stolen my heart?”

He pulls me close, my defenses crumbling as his arms move around me.

“Do you truly not know how much I love you?”

And that did it. Just like that, the walls come down, and any lingering doubt in me that even gave an inch of credibility to Darcy falls away.

“Callum, I…”

I whimper as I throw myself into him, hugging him fiercely.

“I don’t know why I listened to her! I—” I shake my head against his chest.

“God, why would she say that? And what is wrong with me that I’d give her lies a single second thought?”

He smiles, pulling me close and hugging me fiercely.

“I don’t know, little love. I wish I did, but I don’t. People are… complicated.”

“Or horrible, bitter hags,” I spit.

He chuckles, kissing the top of my head.

“I’m sorry, my love.”

“Why are you sorry?”

“That you felt pain.” His eyes pierce into mine as he pulls me close. “I never want you to be hurt or feel anything like that. Not ever.”

He leans in, and slowly, our lips come together. I moan quietly, my hands sliding around his waist as his arms wrap around me. And whatever pain or anger I’m still feeling drifts away like morning mist. I kiss him slowly, and then harder, and deeper, giving him everything as we come crashing together.

I moan as he lifts me, my legs wrapping around his waist as he kisses me hungrily. He drops to his knees, pushing me down across the grass, his mouth never leaving mine. Hands tear at clothes, breaths come haggard and panting, and our bodies press tight together. He opens my dress, slipping it off my shoulder and down my arms. And when my breasts are bared to him, I cry out as his mouth dips to wrap his lips around a soft, pink nipple.

He groans into me, his strong hands pushing my dress totally off me as mine rip at his tunic. He lifts up, yanking the garment off and tossing it away before moving back to my breasts. I moan wildly, his tongue swirling over my nipples sending lightning through my core. His hands shove my underskirt down just as my hands rip at his kilt, yanking it off of him. His hand slides between my thighs to find me wet and eager for him, just as mine curls tentatively around his thick, gorgeous cock.

“Cat,” he purrs into my neck, kissing me as his finger delves between my lips. He strokes up slowly, dragging my slickness over my lips before letting the finger bump over my clit. He growls, his lips dropping to my breasts again, teasing my nipples before he moves lower and lower, down over my tummy as his powerful hands spread my legs.

He kisses lower, his breath teasing across my thighs, and when his tongue swipes over my dripping wet cunt, I cry out into the night sky.

Callum groans, his hands shoving my legs high in the air and wide apart as his tongue absolutely devours me. He teases me slowly and deeply, pushing his wicked tongue in and out of me before dancing it higher to my clit. He wraps his lips around my little button, sucking at it gently as his tongue swirls circles around it. I cry out, shuddering for him and moaning wildly as my hips fight to rise against his mouth.

Callum slides back down, his tongue dancing up and down my lips, before slowly, he goes lower. His tongue swipes over my forbidden hole, teasing my ass as I gasp sharply and whimper wantonly. It’s so wrong, and so… wicked, but I crave more of it. I crave everything he wants to do to me.

His tongue swirls around my asshole, making me cry out for more before his tongue pushes into me. Pleasure explodes through me as he starts to fuck me with his tongue, making my toes curl and my pulse thunder through me. My pussy aches for more, and almost as if he can read my body, his hand moves to my clit, his fingers rolling it as he teases my ass. He groans into me, pushing me higher and higher, my breath coming fast and haggard, until I’m sure he’s going to make me come.

He pulls away, and I whine in protest before he grabs me, rolls, and flips me on top of him. I moan, kissing him hungrily as my legs astride his muscled hips. He holds his cock in one hand, my ass in the other, and slowly, he pulls me back and forth across him, sort of like how we did before. My pussy drags back and forth across his big, swollen cock, dripping my arousal all over him as he fucks me slowly without actually fucking me.