As her back lowered down to the bed, he squeezed, rolling her nipple between his teeth. Willow reeled, her head spinning from the maddening touches, and Keegan dragged his lips down her chest and stomach until he hit the swell of dark curls between her legs.
“Keegan! What are ye?—”
His lips kissed the inside of her thigh, soft and featherlight. “Shh, lass. Allow me the joy of tastin' ye.”
Willow whimpered, but there was something so alluring and wicked about the prospect. Keegan reached under her arse to lift her hips, and Willow simply let herself enjoy. He lay between her legs on the bed; the angle he maneuvered her into forced Willow to balance on her shoulders.
Keegan’s breath dusted over her center, and then his mouth met her sensitive skin. Warmth melted into her as he smoothed his tongue through her slit, desire blooming through her like a fever as he feasted on her.
“Keegan!” she cried before burying her moans behind her arm.
Swirling his tongue through her most intimate flesh, his ministrations brought Willow right to the edge of a release, her legs trembling around him. It was so similar to the feeling in the study but so much more intense. Licking up in a slow, deliberate motion, Keegan ended right at the bundle of nerves at her tip, flicking it with his tongue before pulling back just enough to speak.
“Ye are a wonder, lass. Every bit of ye better than the finest wine.” She whined, her hips squirming as she sought more contact. “God, Willow. I love how ye sing and dance for me; such a gorgeous look on yer face.”
He pressed his lips to her slick skin again, and she noticed one of his hands disappearing from her left leg. What he was doing was beyond her, but she didn’t much care. But then…
“Ugh,” he groaned, and the vibrations made her channel flutter with need.
A single hand beneath Willow’s hips kept them aloft, and she was both impressed by Keegan’s strength and consumed by the way he indulged himself on her so wonderfully. A furious burn shot through her, and Willow crashed over that invisible edge. The release was enormous compared to the last she’d experienced, and her entire body shook as it claimed her.
As Keegan claimed her.
As the release wound down, Keegan pulled Willow down as he crawled over her, placing his hips just above hers. She struggled for breath, the grip on her hips grounding and demanding at once. He leaned forward, his lips brushing over the curve of her shoulder as he moved her knees further apart.
“Sweet Willow,” Keegan whispered, his tone dark and husky, “are ye ready for me?”
She had no idea, but every bit of her hummed, still silently pleading for me, and she nodded.
“Please, Keegan.”
The sound of Keegan removing his kilt was a cannon blast in her mind. Willow couldn’t keep herself from looking down to where he removed the only thing separating them.
“Oh.” The surprised noise slipped out, and when she flicked her eyes to Keegan, he smirked wickedly.
“I willnae hurt ye, lass.” He took himself in hand, and arousal flared so powerfully through Willow that she thought she would break apart right then. “I will go slow.”
Her heart hammered, and Willow nodded. How he was meant to…fit within her was a notion that made her just the slightest bit nervous. But she trusted him.
“I’m ready, Keegan.” She locked her stare on his, and a small smile touched the corner of her mouth.
He grinned back, his mouth coming to hers in a passionate kiss. At the exact moment, the thickness of him pressed into her, and Willow hissed. The pressure and stretch were a shock but not an unpleasant one. Keegan did move slowly, but in a seamless dance, he sheathed himself inside her up to the hilt.
Willow squeaked, and she muffled the sound by burying her face into Keegan’s shoulder. The feeling of fullness was exceedingly intense, and her core burned with strain and pleasure in equal measure.
“Daenae keep yer sounds from me, lass. I love to hear how beautifully ye sing for me.”
Keegan leaned back and rocked his hips forward and then in a circle. Willow's head flew back as she yelped from the overwhelming sensations.
“That’s so lovely, lass.” He ground himself into her, sinking as deep as he could, which made her channel seize hold of him. “I love how yer body yields so exquisitely to me. Let me feel that release claim ye again, mo dhurachd.”
The gentle pace was gone, and Keegan thrust himself into her so profoundly. Willow clamped down around his shaft, coming undone at the way her powerful Laird took her so completely. The pound of their bodies meeting faintly echoed in the large bed chamber, and her entire being lit up from the shattering bliss that gripped her.
Keegan balanced on his knees, taking hold of Willow’s thighs and shifting her legs up a hair. The change drove him deeper within her, and Willow moaned wantonly as his length found new reaches that flared brightly as he stroked them. One of his hands slipped down her leg and reached between Willow's thighs.
He rubbed over that sensitive spot at her tip once more, the brisk motion driving her mad as he claimed her all the harder.
“Oh, God, Keegan.”