The MacNaughton Bride by Desconhecido(a) Page A

– was throbbing and
aching in a distractingly pleasant way that made her want more – made her
want him to touch her down there, or let her rub against him, and various other
truly scandalous things that almost made her question her sanity.  
    Why, she couldn’t even
rouse herself to stop him from suckling at her as eagerly as a newborn,
flicking the tip of that broad flat tongue incessantly over her nipple until
she arched unknowingly, inviting him to take more of her into his mouth –
practically demanding it.
    Kell was counting himself a lucky man more times over than he could count –
she was responding to him.   She
might not really know it, and could even be fighting against it within herself,
but her body was encouraging him with her tiny whimpers and the way she pressed
herself to him, offering herself to him like a virginal sacrifice.
    Emboldened by her response, Kell let his hand slide down her tummy, stopping just
above that thatch covered mound to reach up and capture her lips with his as he
slid one finger between her moist lips.
    Aislinn had had no idea what he was going to do, but she certainly didn’t expect
that!   With one monumental effort,
she threw herself away from him, across the vast expanse of the bed, scrambling
off it to face him, hunched, poised to defend herself despite her nudity.
    Kell could still taste their kiss on his lips as he watched her watch him
warily.   He’d been too involved,
had forgotten how skittish she was likely to be about some things.   He sighed heavily, his own aching flesh
throbbing between his legs, actually jerking and seeking the warmth his finger
had barely experienced.
    “Don’t you ever touch me
like that again!” Aislinn hissed at him as she felt
about the bed for her chemise.
    Without a second thought, Kell grabbed the cloth and threw it over his side of the
bed, his eyes never leaving hers.   “You are my wife.   I will
touch you where and when I please, and you’d best get used to that fact.”
    Aislinn didn’t have a response.   She hated
the fact that she had no control over her life any more.   That she, in essence, belonged to him,
that she owned nothing but that which he allowed her to have.   So she remained silent, still tense and
ready for him to follow after her and drag her back into his depraved arms.
    Instead, he seemed to
settle in, pulling up the covers and arranging himself as if he was going to go
to sleep.   Kell sighed again.   He didn’t want to
take her when she was afraid.   He
knew that if she was tense, his invasion would hurt her just that much
more.   There had to be a better
way.  
    They stayed that way
– in a stalemate, neither giving an inch – for a long while, until Kell noticed that she was beginning to shiver.   He folded back the sheets and duvet on
her side in invitation, but there was no such tentativeness in his tone.   “Come to bed, Aislinn .”
    She made absolutely no move
to obey him.
    “Do you need to have your
bottom warmed again to remind you to obey me, lassie?”   He didn’t rush her.   If she got another spanking, it would
be because she made a conscious choice to ignore his order, and he was going to
give her every opportunity to make the right decision.   He didn’t want to have to take her over
his lap again, although he would if he had to.
    He could see the thoughts
running around in her head, and nudged her just a little more.   “Apparently I went too easy on you if
it’s taking you this long to decide whether or not you want to avoid another
trip over my knee, Aislinn .”
    That poor lower lip was
going to be ragged and bloody by the time she finished with it.   He was just about to reach across the
bed and pull her over his lap when she slid into bed, barely clinging to her
side, a whisper away from falling off, clutching the sheet to her as if it
would save her from his evil attentions.
    Kell slid over just far enough to loop his big hair arm around her slim waist