The Imposter Part 17

We were now surrounded by most of the clan who had gathered in the hall for the evening meal, and I was glad that Devon had chosen to guard his words. I felt my face flush with color as I guessed why Devon had been hoping to find me in our chamber.

"All I could think about while my incessant brother drug out our meeting, questioning me over minute details, torturing me with more and more stupid questions was getting back tae ye," Devon whispered huskily, leaning down to whisper into my ear so as to conceal our secret desires. "I didna think that yer riding lesson was quite finished," he whispered deliciously.

My face turned a new shade of crimson and my pulse hammered in response to Devon's words. He slapped me playfully on the b.u.m, enjoying how his words had unsettled me.

I felt warm and heady from the wine and dancing. I also felt emboldened by the courage given to me by the wine. Devon's hand was solidly interlaced with my own. He had beautiful, masculine hands. I kissed his hand and looked up at him. He flashed a brief smile and his eyes darted away, embarra.s.sed that I had caught him starting at me. I leaned up and kissed him on the cheek, relis.h.i.+ng the feel of his stubble beneath my lips.

His hand was a constant presence on the small of my back as we moved through the crowd. Throughout the evening I would find my own hand resting on his muscular thigh as we chatted with our companions around the dinner table. It was as if we simply had to be touching each other. I felt an ever intensifying need to be close to Devon and through his touch, I could tell that he felt the same.

"Can ye muster one more dance, la.s.s?" he smiled, challenging me.

"If that is what my husband wishes," I smiled back coyly.

"I wish it," he stated as he rose laughing and hauled me out to join the merriment.

The music was lively and fast paced, fiddling and drums that matched the rhythm of my beating heart as we spun around the floor of the great hall. The tables had been moved to the outside of the large room to allow s.p.a.ce for dancing. I laughed as Devon spun me around, catching the glimmer in his eye as he looked at me dancing.

"Yer beautiful, Wife," he smiled down at me, face flushed with the merriment of dancing.

Couples laughed and spun around us, but it felt as though time had stopped. I had eyes only for Devon.

"I love you, Devon," I said, the words spilling forth, feeling so right, so beautiful as I said them aloud for the first time.

I had surprised him with my confession. His eyebrows were raised slightly in disbelief, and he had stopped dancing. He stood still now, still holding me against his chest.

Say something! Do something!

He leaned down and captured my lips into a gentle, sincere kiss, as if sealing our pact. His tongue was a question at my lips, asking for an invitation to enter. I flicked out my tongue tentatively, stroking his firm lips that now controlled my own. His hand had now moved from my chin to the back of my head, pressing me against his strength, claiming my mouth in a sensual, yet gentle kiss. I pulled away, knees weak from his embrace.

"There's something that I need tae tell ye too," he said, the smile leaving his face as he drew me towards him, hands resting on the small of my back, pulling me closer. His face was serious now, contemplative. "I love you too," he whispered, and crushed me to his chest.

"Let's go off tae our chamber. I need ye all tae myself." I allowed Devon to steer me away from the crowd of fire lit dancers and towards the staircase that led to our chamber.

"Head on up, la.s.s. I'll follow in a minute," Devon said as he stopped at the bottom of the staircase. I turned and planted a kiss on his lips, which rewarded me with a marvelous smile. I watched his eyes dart back towards the crowd and immediately, I knew that something in him had changed.

I looked over his shoulder and saw Collin leaning against the stone wall, watching us. I knew that this was the reason for Devon's hesitation. I didn't like the way that Collin looked at us, clearly disappointed that we had found happiness in our union. Devon turned and walked briskly towards his brother, face stern as if ready to face a confrontation. I didn't trust Collin, not one bit.

I climbed the stairs and drew my thoughts back towards my husband, pus.h.i.+ng all thoughts of Collin aside. Devon would deal with him.

Devon arrived a few minutes later and my heart hammered as I heard him fumbling with the door to our chamber. He nudged open the door carefully and bit his lip in concentration as he worked to enter the room by pus.h.i.+ng open the door with his boot, careful not to drop the contents of his hands. He had grabbed two gla.s.ses and a bottle of wine from the table downstairs, and was balancing a plate full of food with his other hand. He set his offerings on the table next to our bed and wasted no time removing the cork from the bottle of wine and filling both gla.s.ses.

"What service," I said from my position in the chair before the fire.

"With a smile," he said as he turned towards me. "Och, la.s.s. Don't move," he insisted as a silly smile spread across his face.

"What?" I felt the color rise on my cheeks as he blatantly stared at me.

"I want tae capture this in my mind, remember ye just as ye are now," he stood as if frozen, a gla.s.s in each hand, midway between the door and the chairs in front of the fireplace. "Ye couldna be more beautiful, Kate. Tae see my wife, wrapped up in my plaid, her face glowing in the firelight, hair tousled all about, is perfect," he said as he bridged the distance between us and handed me the wine gla.s.s.

I took a sip of the velvety red liquid, allowing the strong flavor to pool in my mouth before I swallowed it. This was perfect. Devon sat down in the chair opposite me and sipped his wine. We watched each other for a moment in the firelight without speaking. This was a moment to be enjoyed. Words were not needed.

Finally I had Devon all to myself, and he loved me. No one had ever told me that they loved me. I smiled as I thought of how much I loved Devon in return.

I sat my wine on the small table that separated us and rose slightly from my seat and took his gla.s.s, placing it next to mine. I sank back into the chair, meeting his intense, questioning gaze. I pulled lightly on his hand, beckoning him to come closer. He rocked forward out of the leather chair and settled his knees on the floor in front of where I was seated. I parted the folds of the plaid that was wrapped tightly around me and placed his hand between my b.r.e.a.s.t.s, atop my heart. The warmth and weight of his hand made my body stir, causing goose b.u.mps to rise across my flesh. He exhaled sharply.

"Take me," I spoke directly, intently into his eyes. "I want you, Devon, body and soul. Make me your wife."

He reached up and slid his plaid from my shoulders, exposing my thin lace chemise as the plaid fell into the chair.

"My G.o.d, woman! Where did ye get such a thing? That is like to drive a man mad with desire." His eyes were hot, his gaze spanning the contour of my body.

"Mission accomplished," I smiled as I ran my hands up underneath his linen s.h.i.+rt and slid it over his head. I relished in the feel of his taught muscled chest and his warm, masculine smelling skin. I was slightly drunk on wine, but mostly drunk on him. I stood from the chair and did my best s.e.xy walk towards the bed, placing one leg up on the bed, knee bent and gazing back at him over my shoulder. I must admit that this gave him a fine view of my behind, peeking out from the short chemise that I had gone to great lengths to acquire just for this occasion.

Devon seemed frozen in place, on his knees before the fire. "Jesus, woman," he shuttered. "I had planned on taking this slowly, but yer making that d.a.m.n near impossible."

"Make love to me, Devon," I invited from the bed. He rose silently and his body was hot against mine in less than a second. I felt his breath, wild and hot as he kissed the back of my neck. His hands were on my b.r.e.a.s.t.s and his strong arms held me firm against the bed as I writhed against him. I felt his hardness pressing firmly against my bottom and I pushed against him, welcoming his l.u.s.t.

He groaned deliciously and pulled away.

"Slow down, la.s.s. I've a mind to make this last and if ye keep pus.h.i.+ng me, I won't be able tae hold back," he said huskily, voice low with pa.s.sion.

"I don't want you to hold back," I said boldly. I rolled to the middle of the bed, and settled on my back, one leg up. I felt devilishly s.e.xy and was exceedingly glad that I had the forethought to come up with a s.e.xy outfit for tonight.

He crawled towards me and settled gently on top of me, capturing my lips in a hungry kiss, a slight growl deep in his throat. His lips arched over my own, probing, demanding more, which I readily gave. His hands explored the terrain of my b.r.e.a.s.t.s, nipples thrusting towards his touch from beneath the lace of the chemise. His mouth settled on my right nipple, he bit slightly through the lace and then suckled, driving me to the brink. I moaned loudly, spurring him on.

"How do ye get this off, la.s.s?" he questioned, rising to explore how to release my b.r.e.a.s.t.s from their lacy constraints. "I'll tear it if ye don't help me."

I sat up and gently pushed him away as I slid the lacy chemise up my body, allowing him to pull it off, and exposing my eager b.r.e.a.s.t.s. He took one white globe in each hand, spreading hungry kisses between them. He rubbed the nipples between his thumb and forefinger and he took turns suckling each nipple.

I reached a hand down between us, fingers lingering on the ripples of his abdomen and explored further down. I ran a finger under the waist of his kilt and then trailed lower as he continued his a.s.sault on my b.r.e.a.s.t.s. The woolen fabric of his kilt was rough on my skin, and was in sharp contrast to the warm firmness of his smooth skin. My hand grasped the object that I was after, hard and thick beneath the woolen fabric.

Devon inhaled sharply, and abruptly stopped his movements.

"Ahhh....la.s.s, no. Ye canna mess with that yet or I willna be able to stop," he warned, intercepted my straying hand and brought it firmly up above my head, securing my wrists in his left hand as he trailed kisses down my belly. Now it was my turn to inhale sharply. This man could drive me crazy with just one touch, one caress. I moaned in warm antic.i.p.ation of what it would be like to make love to him.

He slid his teasing fingers lower and rose above me, supported on his left elbow. His lips claimed mine in a pa.s.sionate kiss as his fingers slid between my thighs. His touch slowed and eased. It was as if he was asking for my permission to go further. I spread my legs more widely in invitation, beckoning him to continue the sweet torment. He broke the kiss and held my gaze as he touched the wetness between my thighs.

Electricity ran through my veins as he explored my feminine parts with his soft, gentle touch, causing me to moan and writhe in ecstasy. All the while, he held my gaze, watching my response to him. I gasped as he slid one finger inside of me. I came unglued as he began to move slowly in and out, mimicking the love making that was to come. I held his gaze as the thrusting motion of his finger pushed me further towards the brink of ecstasy. My body responded to his touch boldly, hips moving in an erotic ballet to meet the gentle thrusts of his hand. He bent towards me and tenderly kissed my lips, all the while making love to me with his hand. He broke the kiss and slowly withdrew his hand. I pressed towards him, urging him to continue the sweet torment. He slid off the bed, and admired my nakedness.

"Yer sae perfect, Kate. My wife," he murmured as he looked at me, naked, waiting for him on the giant bed. My hair fell around my shoulders in disarray and I knew that my skin was flushed with the arousal of his intimate touch. My legs were still spread widely, exposing my feminine parts to his view. I ran a hand over my belly and still lower until I stroked the wetness between my thighs. As I touched myself, I looked up and met his gaze in invitation. There was no embarra.s.sment between us. Our desire for each other was natural, driving us both closer to madness with the need to join together as one.

"La.s.s, ye'll be the death of me for sure," he sighed as he took in my naked body.

"My husband," I smiled as I reached out my hand to invite him back to the bed.

He stood before me and undid the belt of his kilt, letting it fall to the floor about his feet. I admired his naked form, taught, sinewy muscles covered his frame. My gaze settled on his erect manhood and immediately, I wondered how this was going to work.

"Don't fret la.s.s, ye were made tae fit me," he encouraged, reading my expression of concern. He joined me again on the bed, lying beside me, placing kisses all over my neck and b.r.e.a.s.t.s, driving me to the brink of ecstasy again. His touch made me quickly forget any worries about the logistics of our love making.

"Come with me la.s.s, don't fight it," he breathed into my neck, breath warm and welcoming. His hand again found its way between my thighs and I opened for him, inviting the pleasure that I knew he would give. His fingers slipped in and out of my womanhood, delighted by the wetness that they encountered there, knowing that I was more than ready. Ready for him.

Devon rose between my thighs, parting them widely to make way for his entrance. I was too drunk from pa.s.sion to worry about his size. He captured my lips in a hungry kiss, demanding that I open for him. I felt the tip of his manhood pressing between my thighs and I spread my knees further, welcoming him to the wetness before him. He pulled away from the kiss and looked directly into my eyes.

"With this, yer mine, la.s.s. Forever. I willna share ye. Yer mine, body and soul. Say it, Kate. I need to hear ye say that yer mine," he held his composure, green eyes searching my face.

"I'm yours, Devon. Body and soul. Make love to me Husband," I begged, my body trembling with need to feel him deep inside of me.

"Mine," he demanded as he looked into my eyes and thrust deep inside me with one powerful stroke, tearing through the flesh of my hymen. Pain shot through my body as my muscles tensed in response. A small scream escaped from my mouth, caught and silenced by Devon's kiss. Devon immediately tensed, and held very still.

I shuddered, adjusting to the pain, still unsure if my body could handle his size. I felt as if his thrust had ripped me in two, pain rippled through my senses as my body strained to accommodate him. I closed my eyes, wincing again from the pain.

"Hold verra still, la.s.s. The pain will subside. Give yer body a chance tae adjust tae me. I'm sorry..." he gasped, trying to hold his last shred of restraint and remain still inside of me, not wis.h.i.+ng to cause me further pain.

I drew in a shaky breath and exhaled it slowly, trying to move through the pain. There was a burning deep inside me. I could feel him inside of me, stretching my body to its limit. His c.o.c.k pulsed and another shot of pain caused me to whimper.

"La.s.s, ye feel sae good, sae tight and wet. I just canna take it." I felt him battling to retain his control. Every muscle fiber in his body was tense, fighting the instinct to move within me. "Pull yer knees up tae make room for me. I promise the pain will pa.s.s."

I pulled my knees up around him, tentative at first, spreading them wider to accommodate him. As I did this, a groan of ecstasy escaped from Devon. The torment of remaining still was killing him. He moved against me, ever so slightly, and a wave of pleasure rippled over my body. Gooseb.u.mps spread across my skin and a moan escaped from my lips. This was all the invitation that Devon needed and he captured my lips with his own, driving his shaft deep inside me.

Pain was replaced with pleasure and I found my body instinctively rising to meet each thrust. He drove inside me, deeper and stronger with each thrust, meeting my pa.s.sion with his own. My nails scored the skin of his shoulders, demanding him for more. His hand reached down between us and settled on the nub hidden in the folds of my womanhood. The rhythm of his thrusting and the way that his finger fondled be, drove me to madness. My body began to quiver uncontrollably in response to his sweet torment.

"Let go, la.s.s. Give yerself tae me completely," he whispered, urging me not to fight my body's response to him.

My body tensed and a sensual moan, almost a scream escaped from my lips as he took me to o.r.g.a.s.m. I had never dreamed that my body could feel this much pleasure. My body quivered as wave after wave of pleasure overtook me, a moan of complete delight escaped from my lips. Devon growled at my response to him and I felt his body tense as he climaxed. He gave one final thrust and filled me with his seed. A groan of intense satisfaction escaped from his mouth as he gently lowered his quaking body onto mine.

"Ye'll be the death of me, Wife," he said, exhaling sharply. "We were made for each other," he smiled, placing a kiss atop my nose. "I'll not claim tae be a virgin, but I will admit that I have never had such a response to a woman, never been given such intense pleasure." We held each other, still joined together for a few moments, basking in the glow of our lovemaking. Then, Devon slowly withdrew from inside me, rolling with me so that we were facing each other, side by side. He ran his hand through his disheveled hair, then leaned towards me and planted a gentle kiss on my lips. "I love ye," he whispered. "Ye were well worth the wait," he smiled.

I smiled back, feeling the color rise to my cheeks.

"I'm sorry that I hurt ye. I feel like such an insensitive lout."

"Insensitive? Hardly!" I laughed. "You were a perfect gentleman and I quite enjoyed it, after a few moments," I said, smiling, and meaning what I had said.

"If I remember correctly, we've discussed that fact that I am not a gentleman before," Devon said and was rewarded as my face flushed when I remembered what had onset this conversation. "I don't think that ye can even begin to understand how much that means to a man, tae be the first and only for his wife," he said, caressing my hair and speaking with sincerity. "But I don't like that I hurt ye."

"It's alright." I smiled, rea.s.suring him that I was fine, in fact much better than fine. I moved my hand lightly across the expanse of his well-muscled chest, still not believing that this beautiful man was my husband.

"Is it always like that?" I asked, my curiosity overtaking my good sense as I looked directly into his deep green eyes. "I mean, after the pain it felt wonderful," I said, flus.h.i.+ng with the boldness of my questions. Lovemaking was completely new to me and I was very curious.

"I hope so," he smiled. "I think that it will be. The pa.s.sion between us is special. I have never felt like I feel with ye. We were made for loving each other. I feel honored tae have ye, honored that ye gave yerself tae me sae completely."

I raised my hand to cup the base of his skull, spreading my fingers through his hair as I pulled him towards me for a kiss. His lips were possessive as they claimed my own. I felt the pa.s.sion between us spark and begin to ignite again.

"Ye need rest now, love," he whispered, and pulled me against him, gathered me up with his strong arms and I fell asleep, exhausted and content in the arms of my husband.

I awoke in the middle of the night, sweat pouring off my body. It took me a moment to realize where I was, and that the reason for being so overheated was that I was surrounded by the arms and body of my husband, whose body was like a personal heater. I felt his arms tense around me and then he sat straight up in bed, instinctively grabbing the knife that he kept on the bedside stand.

"What is it, la.s.s?" he questioned, alert in the darkness. He dropped the knife back to its resting place on the night stand and settled back down into the quilts.

I laughed softly, and replied, "Nothing, just hot. Your body is like an inferno," I chuckled. The fact that he was ever ready to defend himself, sleeping with a dagger by his bedside had not escaped me. We were not safe in the castle.

"I'm an inferno because my wife makes me so, burning with desire tae have her, even when I'm trying tae sleep," he chided, nibbling at my neck as he settled me back into his arms. "I might fall asleep tomorrow during drill. Might get my head chopped off on the practice field, as tired as I am. Ye've taken all of my strength, la.s.s." I felt the smile spread across his lips in the dark. He let out a mock yawn to accentuate his sarcasm.

"Well Husband, if you are already tired, I guess that it won't matter if I take advantage of you again," I responded coyly as I placed kisses on his chest and bit his nipple in invitation. I was eager for more of the pleasure that I knew Devon could give me.

"Ouch, ye temptress!" he squealed as I flicked my tongue against the sensitive skin of his nipple, playfully inviting him to join me. He giggled, apparently I had found my warrior's weak spot.

"Kate, we can't," he spoke now with seriousness. "Ye'll be too sore. I'll not abuse ye so."

"We can," I said firmly. I'll deal with being sore tomorrow," I challenged. "It's not abuse if I demand it from you, is it?" I questioned as I slid my hand boldly down his abdomen, across his warm skin and encircled the object of my desire, eliciting a moan from my husband.

"If I hadna taken yer virginity myself, I wouldna believe that ye are completely new tae this," he said appreciatively as I boldly stroked his arousal.

I looked up at him naughtily and smiled, unashamed. I could tell that me touching him this way pleased him.

Apparently this was the only arm twisting that was required. "We'll have tae be careful, so as not tae hurt ye further. Gentle and slow, la.s.s, even if it kills me."

"Yes, gentle and slow," I whispered as I stroked his manhood with my hand, so firm and yet seemingly enveloped in velvet. Touching him made me feel powerful. My body responded to him quickly as well, so quickly that it scared me. I released him and slid my hand between my thighs, covering my hand with the wetness that I found there. I returned my hand to his manhood, bathing him in the invitation of what lied in wait between my thighs.

"Kate," he whispered as a groan escaped from his lips. I stroked him firmly, enjoying the feeling of him bucking beneath my hand. He started to roll over and I pushed him back, flat against the bed.

"No, it's my turn this time. My turn to take the lead, my turn to torment you, husband."

Loving Devon made me feel bold, powerful. In our marriage, I was his equal, and I was curious to learn more about the art of lovemaking. I knew that he could teach me how to pleasure him and I also knew that he liked it when I took control.

"Be my guest," he responded, as another groan of ecstasy escaped his lips. Devon's eyes sparkled with l.u.s.ty antic.i.p.ation as he watched me.

I rose above his p.r.o.ne body and moved to straddle him, hand still moving slowly against him. I had dreamed of making love to him this way ever since my "riding lesson" had been interrupted.

I felt like a G.o.ddess in the moonlight that shone through the small window, bathing the bed in a warm glow. My hair hung in loose waves down my back and my b.r.e.a.s.t.s were firm, nipples erect from the chill in the night air. I felt s.e.xy, and liked that he was giving me complete control. I released him and guided his manhood to the hot, wet entrance of my body. Ever so slowly, I lowered myself onto his shaft, inching down until he was inside of me to the hilt. I was sore, but the way that he stretched me felt good despite the pain. He growled ever so slightly in his throat, a sound that had become quite endearing to me. The look that played across his face showed that my sweet torment was forcing him to fight to retain his fragile composure. I knew that he wanted to take control of our lovemaking, and thrust deep within me. I loved that he was fighting against his instincts, allowing me to be in control, giving himself to me fully.

"Slowly and gently," I reminded him as I began to move slowly, riding him, mimicking the movements that he had taught me. His hands were upon my b.r.e.a.s.t.s and neck, his touch felt divine. Our skin looked silver in the moonlight, adding a dream like quality to our love making. I lowered down and captured his lips for a pa.s.sionate kiss, tongues dueling and pressing each other for more. Devon's hands moved to my hips, guiding my movements, matching my rhythm with his own.

He growled again, deep within his throat. "Ye feel like heaven, la.s.s. Sae good," his right hand moved to caress the bead of my womanhood, gently driving me mad with desire. As he stroked me ever so slowly, his left hand remained firm on my hips guiding my movements upon his shaft, but still allowing me full control of our lovemaking.

I felt the pressure within me building, and my muscles quivered as the first wave of o.r.g.a.s.m overtook me. I arched my body backwards, supported by Devon's hands, and succ.u.mbed to my o.r.g.a.s.m, shattering into what felt like a thousand small pieces. The quivering of my body, spurred Devon to his own release. With one final thrust deep within me and a masculine groan, he joined me in o.r.g.a.s.m. His c.o.c.k bucked and shook within me as he spilled his seed. I lowered myself to rest on his chest, noticing that both of our bodies were breathing heavy, exhausted by the intensity of our slow love making.

"I'm apologizing in advance for tomorrow, la.s.s. Yer going tae be quite sore," he warned. I knew that he was sorry for hurting me, but that he had quite enjoyed the process that led to my soreness.

"Apology accepted. It was worth it," I smiled against his chest.