“Soft,” she murmured. “And hard.”
He might have chuckled, but it came out more like he was choking as she explored his cock head. “Your mouth felt so good. Would my mouth feel good to you?”
He wanted to say yes but his tongue stuck to the roof of his mouth as she lowered herself down, placing a small kiss on the tip. Then she licked and finally she sucked. He gripped the blankets as reason abandon him completely.
* * *
Daisy loved learning how to be intimate with him. Everything about making love to Blake made her feel powerful, not weak at all. He’d been achingly gentle and infinitely understanding. What was a little pain when faced with a man who had brought her back to life?
Sliding back up his body, his manhood settled between her legs, pushing at her opening. She let the tip part her folds and he began sliding into her channel. She tensed a bit as her skin stretched but taking a deep breath, she pushed down, allowing him to fill her even as a ripping pain tour through her lower half.
“Daisy,” he gasped, grabbing her hips in his hands.
They both stilled and she kissed him then as the pain slowly receded. “Will it hurt when I move again?” she asked.
He shook his head. “I don’t ken. I’ve never been with a maiden before.”
Her eyes widened. “I’m your first?”
He licked his lips, searching her eyes. “Yes. The first woman who was a virgin.” He kissed her, long and deep. “But also the first woman I’ve ever truly loved.”
His confession made her insides go soft and, growing brave, she wiggled her hips, testing the feel. To her surprise there was only a bit of pain. She gave him a glowing smile. “I love you, too.”
She started to move a bit more but he held her hips firmer. “Am I hurting you now?” she asked, biting her lower lip.
“Of course not. You feel…” His eyes closed. “Incredible. But I promised you time. I have to warn you if I spill my seed inside you, we’ll have to marry soon.”
She paused, leaning down to give him a soft kiss. “I’m ready to be your wife. I don’t know why I was scared. No one has ever made me feel as safe as you.”
He didn’t answer, instead moving his hips to pull out and then push back inside her. Soon their bodies were moving together in an increasing rhythm that left her breathless.
He spasmed underneath her, letting out a load groan of satisfaction. Holding his face with her hands, she kissed him again. This was how they were meant to be.
Epilogue
Two weeks later…
Daisy stood in the entryway flanked by Rose and Fiona, and her sister, Lily, just behind her, fluffing out the long train of her sky-blue chiffon gown.
Today was her wedding day.
Nervous butterflies of excitement flitted through her stomach as outside the crunch of carriage wheels on the gravel permeated the interior of the house. It was nearly time to leave for the church.
Her breath caught and she scrunched her hands in her skirt. “Don’t,” Rose said grabbing her hand. “You’ll crinkle the fabric.”
Lily laughed softly from behind her. “She really is in love if she’s willing to wrinkle her gown.”
Fiona laughed too as she gave Daisy’s arm a light squeeze. “I’m so happy for you.”
She swallowed a lump in her throat. “Thank you.” She eased her fingers out of the folds of her gown, pressing them to her stomach instead. “I’m so nervous.”
Rose narrowed her gaze. “You’re not worried you’ve made the wrong choice?”
Daisy gave her head a quick shake. “Nothing like that. I am excited.”
Lily’s hands fiddled with a few tendrils of hair. “If only I could go back to talk to us as we sat huddled in the terrible inn on the Docklands. I wish I could tell us that our lives were about to change and that it worked out wonderfully for all of us.”
A gentle smile touched her lips. It had, indeed. Rose had been correct, not that she’d share that with her older sister. But marrying a laird, staying in Scotland, this was where she belonged. Blake was where she belonged.
“Are we ready?” Fiona asked, starting for the door.
With a nod, Daisy followed, her sisters trailing behind. They piled into the carriage, an excited silence filling the space.
In just a few minutes, they’d made their way to the small chapel on the property. As the carriage drew to a stop, Rose took her hand. “This is it.”
She closed her eyes for a brief second before she opened them again. “I’m beyond ready.”
Everyone laughed as Colin snapped open the door, helping each of the women out. “What’s so funny?”
Fiona grinned. “We have a bride anxiously awaiting her groom.”
Colin chuckled. “He’ll be glad tae ken she’s here too. He’s been pacing in front of the altar for the last twenty minutes. He’s going to wear out the floor.”
A giggling burst from the group, Daisy included. She could hardly wait to see him, hold his hands in hers, feel his warmth against her skin. “Patience is not his strongest suit.”
“Well then,” Colin offered her his arm, ready to escort her in place of her father. “Let’s get started.”
She slid her hand into Colin’s arm, the other ladies trailing behind her. She gave one quick glance back at Rose, who winked in response.
Today, Blake would be hers forever.
They stepped into the church and it took a moment for her eyes to adjust to the dim light within. But once it did, she saw him standing at the front, Tom just to his right. Her breath caught. He looked so tall and handsome, it was all she could do to walk calmly down the aisle. Daisy wanted to run to his side.
He straightened as they approached and then took the last few steps to take her hand in his. “Daisy,” he murmured, her name sounding like a caress.
“Blake,” she answered,
