His mother was sitting in her chair, her slender body wrapped in thick cloth and furs. She cupped her mouth and tear sprung to her eyes. “I dinnae believe me eyes but now…God’s mercies, ye are alive.”
He went to kneel at her side as she hugged and cried over him until she had cried it out, and made him kiss her cheek, and then she smiled. “And it is all because of this lady, Mother,” Caelan said as he gestured her to come forward, “When I was in prison, she had compassion on me and eventually saved me life.
Elsbeth's eyes were watery as she reached for her. Adelaine placed her hands in the old woman’s. “God bless ye, me daughter. I cannae be more grateful.” She then paused and looked at Caelan with a motherly, knowing eye. “Will she be sharing yer chambers, son?”
“Well, I intend to marry her so, aye,” Caelan said. “And the castle is cold and the night will be long.”
Elsbeth laughed while tightening her wrap. “I bet it will be.”
As the door closed behind them, Adelaine elbowed Caelan. “Are you mad? You cannot just tell your mother that we are…fornicating.” The last words came out in a strangled whisper.
“Trust and believe, love, me mother has seen worse,” Caelan chuckled as he took her to his room.
The idea of climbing into a pool of warm water with her naked on him made his blood hum. He did not need any more talking, but more touching. He spotted the sacks they had carried at the end of his bed and then saw the large wooden tub filled with water and grinned.
“Care to take a bath, love?”
As he undid her dress, he dropped kisses on her skin. Pulling the bodice down he cupped her breast and pulling the nipple in, circled the tight bud with his tongue in a slow circle.
She moaned, “I thought we were going to bathe…”
“We are,” he said as he kissed down her stomach, pulling the dress down to her feet, kissing every part he unclothed. Her ragged moans had his arousal coming to life. He removed his clothes quickly and when he was bare, swept his arms under her legs and shoulders to carry her to the bath.
He sat her in first, then joined her and slipped behind her. With the water rivulets sluicing over her skin he grasped the soap and rubbed it over her soft breasts. When she leaned back unto him his manhood started to fill. Once he touched her, he’d have to take her. But this time they had all the comfort he needed.
He washed her and himself, holding himself from taking her in the water but when temptation hit and the silk of her skin called him, he slipped his hand to her core and touched her. She reared into his hands. He kissed her deeply and told her, “Love, I’m going to make love to ye as I had always wanted to.”
“Please,” she said breathily.
Adelaine felt herself being lifted out of the water as Caelan stepped out with her in his arms. Her arms wrapped around his neck as she kissed him, loving the tender strength she could feel in his hands as held her.
She was gently dropped on a bed, sitting on a dais in the center of his room. The sheets were soft as were the pillows and fur blanket. His bulk settled between her legs and she felt his thick manhood on her leg. He kissed down her neck as her fingers slipped inside her body stretching her gently.
She could feel muscles gripping his plunging fingers as he coaxed her wetness from her. Adeline sighed softly. “I love how you touch me.”
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sp; Caelan rubbed his cheek on her breast as he licked the underside. “Yer so beautiful. I still ken I’m nay worthy of ye.”
His rough tongue licked his way up to her delicate jaw and then her tiny earlobe. She gasped when he suckled on the soft flesh, curling his tongue around the sweet curve of her ear and even dipped the tip in. She began to writhe under him. This was a level of pleasure that she had never heard or even felt.
Ye taste sweet lass, so sweet. Ye’ll taste more when I have me mouth on ye, licking ye, sucking ye to completion.
“Caelan,” she groaned as with one hand he held unto the cradle of her thighs and with the other, cupped her breast. His touch sparked a fire inside her so fiercely that she temporarily forgot what she was going to say.
“Yes, love?” he asked as he licked the crevice between her heaving mounds. She shuddered as he kissed one rosy nipple. He drew his thumb across the puckered peak and she gasped.
“Please…I want you to feel your mouth on me…there, like you once promised.”
“Me pleasure, love,” he said as he slid down her body, kissing all the way to her middle. Bracing his hands under her knees he pushed her legs up and placed his lips on her and when his tongue on circled her nub, her vision blurred. The wet flicks on her folds made her back arch and she slid her hand into his hair. She wriggled under his hot kiss, riding wave after wave of blissful sensation with the feel of his tongue on her intimate flesh.
She gave a helpless whimper as his fingers slid into her opening. “Are you ready for me?"
“Yes,” she said, her spine arching, pushing her into his belly. “God yes.”
He positioned his throbbing manhood at her entrance and ran the bulging head along her slit. They both groaned at the touch. She bit her lip when he slid inside, and felt her channel expand around his girth. It was blissful torture as her passage gave way to his thick, hot length. Moans left them both as he suddenly slid all the way inside her.
Her tight channel clamped around him and when she opened her eyes it was to see sweat beaded on Caelan’s brow. Her bottom lip caught beneath her teeth.