“Look at me, lass. I will see that expression in yer eyes. I will own it for meself and nay one else.”
It took her some doing, but Willow opened her eyes just enough to look at him. Keegan devoured the way she looked drunk on the sensations, and as she held his stare, he slipped another finger into her, stretching her tight channel.
“Keegan!”
Yanking her forward as he pressed her hips back to the bookshelf, the laird claimed Willow’s lips in another kiss. He danced his tongue over hers, tasting her so profoundly he could feel it in his blood.
“Shh, lass. Ye wouldnae have us interrupted, would ye?”
Willow shook her head vigorously, moving herself against Keegan’s hand as he stroked her walls. “Nay, please. I need…I need…”
He chuckled again, the dark sound of a man so very satisfied. Despite the attention he wished to pay to himself, seeing Willowlike this was more than enough pleasure to keep him going for some time.
“What? Can ye nae find the words?” He teased, pulling his fingers back out and nearly leaving her.
She tried to push her hips forward and chase after his hand, but Keegan held her firmly to the shelf behind her.
“I…I daenae ken the words…”
“Ye—” Keegan stopped himself.
Willow knew less about the world than he might have thought. Something about being the first to feel her, to taste her kiss, made Keegan’s spirit soar. It seemed wholly impossible that she would not have at least tended to herself as she grew to adulthood.
Still, her life was clearly not that of a happy and cared-for lady of a castle. He would fix that. Keegan would change that here and now. Willow would know pleasure beyond her dreams, up to a point at least. She still wasn’t his, after all.
And he was still looking for something from her.
In all the wonder, Keegan had nearly forgotten that he suspected her of holding something back. He would hear her confession, though. He knew she would not be able to stand it, and then…
Then, he would deliver her to the realm of bliss.
“Can ye feel yer nerves coilin', lass?” Keegan pressed inside, hooking his fingers into the sensitive spot he knew of at the top of her walls. “Can ye feel how yer body seems to be perched on the edge of a cliff?”
Willow groaned, relief and still more desperation filling her as Keegan started up his rhythm again. She nodded.
“It’s…everythin'. I cannae…I can…hardly think.”
“Aye, Willow.” He swirled his fingers inside her, and Willow’s channel tightened around him, gripping his digits with such a force. “That’s it. Ye are so close to the release. So verra close.”
Her hips worked in tandem with his efforts, and Keegan was nearly ready to burst himself. He was firm enough to rival a sword, and the nerves that ran from his tip to his base were on fire.
“I need it. Please, Keegan. I…I feel as though I may explode!”
Touching his forehead to hers, the laird pressed in as deep as he could, eliciting a gorgeous yelp from his lovely Willow. Her eyes squeezed tighter before bursting open. She looked up at him, blinking as if the act of keeping her lids open was too much; her mouth had fallen open.
Keegan lowered his voice to a rumbling whisper, that possessive growl filling his tone once again.
“Then, sweet lass, ye best be tellin' me the truth then.”
And then he stopped his attention, leaving Willow right on the cusp.
15
Willow was dimly aware that reality existed outside the room. Still, it was so damned far away that it scarcely mattered. What mattered was how she was just torn from the exquisite sensations that were just rocking her down to the core of her being.
She had heard some talk of pleasure between persons, but hearing and feeling were two very different things. Willow was desperate for the relief that came after this wild build-up Keegan had caused. The need for it was so strong, in fact, that tears sprung to her eyes as it was ripped from her.
“No!” Her eyes flared wide, and she looked up at Keegan like the pathetic, wanton woman she’d become. “Please, ye…cannae leave me like this!”