“Give the woman a moment to breathe before she gets swollen, Young Lenichton,” Tarrant called out. “To ye, me friend, I wish ye all the happiness in the world.”
“A word from the wise and more experienced, Young Lenichton, dinnae ye ever tell yer wife about her in a rags, ever again,” Theodor grinned.
Aaron’s booming voice cut in, “Long may yer chimney smoke, and may the Almighty bless your home with bairns, may you have more happy days than those of misery, and escape the clutches of the devil and see the cloud of heaven. Be hale and hardy until yer old enough to be stuck in the sun.”
Kissing her again, Leith smiled, “The feast, leannán.”
* * *
Slipping into the marriage chamber, hours after the ceremony and feast, Mary was aware of Leith on her heels. She had made it barely three steps in when she had to stop and examine what was before her. The hearth had a roaring fire and before it was a large sheepskin rug. A plate of diced fruit and goblets were beside them.
“Leith…” Mary asked as she turned to him, “what is this?”
He cupped her jaw, and she rubbed her cheek against his callused palm, feeling his tender touch, “It’s for ye, leannán, have ye never dreamed of making love by the fireside?”
She blushed, “I have not…well, not before this.”
Leith’s smile was sly, “Do ye want to?”
Lacing her fingers in his, she tipped on her toes and kissed him. “I do now.”
His eyes glimmered in the intimate warmth of the firelight, and his mouth crooked up at the edges. “Yer wish is me command, love.”
Leith’s sincerity made her heart melt and desires trembled inside her. Cupping his jaw, she kissed him, pouring into the meeting of their lips all she could not say: her gratitude, her appreciation, her awe of him, her love of him, and her lust for him.
Leith took control and his hand dug into her hair. The kiss turned ravaging as if he wanted to devour her. She was going to let him consume her. Moaning in his mouth, she felt him disrobing her, plucking at the laces of her dress and tugging it off her.
He rucked her smock up and yanked it over her head. His hands dipped to grab her backside and pulled into him. She could feel his hardness on her belly as he kissed down her jaw and bit at her pulse point.
“Get on the fur, love,” he said huskily, “and spread yerself for me.”
Trembling, Mary lay down sideways to the flicking fire. She sucked in a breath, lifted her legs and parted them. She could feel his eyes running over her, leaving a trail of heat that was hotter than the fire in front of them. He tugged his clothes off. When free from his braies, his manhood stood thick and hard.
He sank to her side and kissed her while his hand slid to fondle her breast. His kisses became hotter while his hand slid down, trailing over her trembling belly and then to her intimacy. His fingers stroked her, teasing her nub but not sinking inside her.
Mary lifted her hips and wordlessly asked him to slide his fingers into her, but he did not. Instead, he kissed down her body, sucking her nipples to points and licking down her belly to get to her
“Spread for me, Mary,” he ordered and she realized she had closed her legs. Opening them again, she felt his hands grip her thighs, and his hot kiss on her thighs, before he licked her, the slow, lazy, tortuous circling of his tongue on her bud made her writhe with delight.
Wild with an urgent need, she grasped his head and let her legs fall to the sides, giving him full access. She let him take her with his tongue, riding wave after wave of sensation and his tongue dipped inside her and lapped at her folds. Her spine was arching as he continued to dine. With his lips and tongue suckling on her nub, her vision blurred.
When he placed her legs on his shoulders, she let her lust take over. Her hands raked through his hair and her cry came uninhibited.
Leith let her legs drop as he kissed her, and Mary allowed him to dominate her mouth. His lips were firm, the antithesis of her soft pillowlike ones, and he kissed her with an intensity and intimacy that made her blood boil.
Her body was hot; it seemed to burn from the inside out, every nerve, every drop of blood, and every inch of her skin felt on fire. His hands closed over her breasts, caressing, and kneading her flesh to a heaviness.
“Leith,” she gasped, “please.”
Her begging must have fallen on deaf ears, or probably not, as Leith reached over to one of the goblets and tipped red wine on her skin. The wine dripped on her skin, the coolness had her arching back. Leith let it drain down her middle before he dipped to lick it off her. He dragged his tongue from her belly to her breast and suckled them.
He then gave her the goblet to sip and she tasted the sweet wine. “I thought you don’t drink.”
“For ye, love,” Leith smiled, “I’ll make an exception.”
He drizzled the wine between her breasts then licked, suckled, and nibbled at her skin without mercy. Leith grinned wickedly and poured the wine between her thighs. Without preamble, he lapped it off her there too.
The throbbing need between her thighs intensified at the touch of his lips drinking the wine off her. “Leith, please, I need you to take me and end this torture.”
She slid her hand from his back, under his arm and then up his chest, “Please,
