Total pages in book: 8
Estimated words: 7419 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 37(@200wpm)___ 30(@250wpm)___ 25(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 7419 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 37(@200wpm)___ 30(@250wpm)___ 25(@300wpm)
“Och, lass, you’re mine now,” I tell her as I kiss her neck.
“Do it, Plaid. Take me,” she demands, opening her thighs a little bit wider. I look into her eyes while I slide my bare dick into her.
“I’m taking you bare and breeding you tonight. Tell me that’s possible,” I groan, praying she’s not on birth control. Her too-tight pussy grips the head of my dick like it’s never letting go. I am about to come just from this. Shite.
“Oh, God! Yes. Breed me, mountain man,” she moans wildly. I slide into her a little more, feeling her innocence. I am running out of tethers to snap; I think as another one does. I can feel the muscles in my neck tighten.
“Now you’ve done it, Raleigh. I’m never letting ye go,” I growl, pushing through her cherry. “My first. My last. My only.” My fucking mantra.
“My always,” she murmurs, completing my thought perfectly. Still inside her, I carry her back to my bed. Only there do I pull out of her. Looking down, I see her virgin blood on my skin, and I let out a roar. Her green eyes widen, and she looks at me wildly.
“I can't help it. You bring out the Celtic warrior in me,” I tell her as I take my shorts and boxers off. I’ll have to tell her all about the gallowglass, elite mercenaries who fought for king and country. I walk on my knees toward her. Her thighs open wider the closer I get. I grip her shirt and rip it down the middle. Her big tits spill out. I lick my lips as my hands reach for them. Her peachy pink nipples are begging to be sucked, so I do. Again, I am on edge, about to come, but she needs to first. I slide back into her slowly. She’s so wet. Her back arches off of the bed, but she settles. Looking down, I watch as my dick slides gently in and out of her pink hole. She’s too tiny. I am not sure how I am not breaking her in half, but she takes every inch of me like the queen that she is.
“Warrior sounds about right, Plaid. I need more.”
“It’s all yours, mo leannan,” I tell her. In and out, I thrust into her harder and harder, giving us both what we need. Reaching between us, I rub her clit in tight, hard circles until her pussy muscles are squeezing the life out of my dick.
“I’m coming,” she cries, and I unleash my seed into her. When it finally stops, I look down into her eyes and see that she’s crying. I pull out of her quickly.
“Did I hurt ye, lass?” I ask, wiping the tears off of her cheeks. It never dawned on me that I might be hurting her. I’ve never devirginized someone before, but I should have waited, given her time. I’m an asshole, but I couldn’t help myself. She was made for me.
“Oh, God, not at all. It was perfect. It was… magic. These are happy tears,” she says, her breath coming in pants.
“It was,” I agree. Her stomach rumbles loudly, and we laugh together. “Come. Let’s get you fed.”
I hand her another shirt, and we go back into the kitchen where we eat and get to know each other. The storm is showing no signs of letting up anytime soon.
By the end of the meal, I am completely in love with the girl who got lost in the woods. When the time comes, I am never going to be able to give her back.
Chapter Four
Raleigh
It’s official. I am in love with an ax-wielding psycho after only one day, so I have to wonder which of us is really the crazy one? You know what? I don’t care. I never really dated before, so I don’t have a type, but he ticks all my boxes. He’s quiet, though. I am lying on top of him on the couch. The power is still out, so we are talking more. I love how every room, even the bathroom, has a fireplace. I feel so safe and warm in his arms. He rubs his fingers in absentminded circles on my back or plays with the ends of my hair.
“Have you ever been married?” I ask suddenly. I found out that he’s thirty-four years old. That’s fifteen years older than me. It’s not out of the realm of possibility that he could have been married before. I wait with bated breath. Any answer but no will break my heart, and I don’t know why. I didn’t know him; I would have been a child. All the perfectly rational reasons why it shouldn’t bother me aren’t helping me one bit. Is it so bad that I want to be his one and only? His everything.