Chapter 19

Passion And Desire

Holly didn’t know what had gotten into her, but she knew she had to kiss him. She stuck her tongue into his mouth, wanting to taste him. Everything erupted inside, and she lost control of all her senses. All she could do was cling to the Laird and kiss him.

He didn’t kiss her back. Instead, he took her by the arm and pushed her off him. Holly felt the disappointment course through her—she had made a fool of herself. Ragnall looked into her eyes, and she realized there had been no mistake made. There was no anger in his eyes—maybe a hint of confusion—the look was one of pure lust.

He immediately pulled her back in and took control of the situation, invading her mouth with his tongue this time. Holly fought back against him, pushing and licking his tongue, clawing at his back, pressing herself as close to him as possible.

His body was hard, and she wanted to tear his clothes off him. She knew she was outside and in full view of anyone who might be looking, but she didn’t care. Perhaps a small voice in the back of her head cared, but it didn’t care enough to stop her.

She moaned loudly as the Laird kissed her, and she felt her stomach churn and her core clench. She needed him inside her. She needed to feel it for the first time in her life.

“Not here,” the Laird managed through the kiss.

“Mmm,” Holly replied, moving her lips against his, nibbling on his bottom lip for a moment.

The Laird grabbed her again and pushed her off him. Holly breathed heavily, her chest heaving. Ragnall looked down at her quivering bosom before looking her in the eye again.

“Not here,” he said. “Come with me to me room.”

He took her hand, and she was glad he had some common sense when she did not. She was a little out of breath, but she held onto him for dear life as he led her back to the castle.

“I still cannae believe ye did that for me,” she gasped as they entered the castle.

It was a genuine apology, far more than was needed, and it touched her heart.

And now that he’s touched me heart, he can touch the rest of me.

The Laird breezed through the castle with Holly in tow. She was still overwhelmed by the gesture. He had bought her a necklace and a weapon to protect herself, and now he had planted a garden for her. It was a gesture that hinted at a future together. It was the most beautiful thing she had ever seen.

The door to the Laird’s bedroom was thrown open, and as soon as they were inside, it was slammed shut. Ragnall looked back at the door, not meaning to close it quite so firmly, and then looked back at Holly. She became excited by the look in his eyes—that of a wild animal cornering its prey.

They had rushed into the kiss and then stormed up the stairs, but now that they were alone in the bedroom together, they took a moment to take each other in. Both of them breathed heavily as they looked the other up and down.

“I was scared when I was last in here,” Holly admitted. “I’m nae scared now.”

“Good,” Ragnall said. His hands went to the buttons on his shirt, and then he stopped. He froze as if an arrow had pierced his back.

Holly understood immediately why he halted. She took two steps to close the distance between them and placed her hands on his. She looked him in the eyes and then brought a hand up to his scarred cheek, holding it there momentarily. She leaned in and kissed him gently on the lips, then on the neck.

She moved her hand down and unfastened the top button of his shirt, then she kissed him. She undid the second button and then kissed him again. She continued alternating between unfastening a button and kissing him. When all the buttons were unfastened, she moved his arms back and then pushed his shirt down his shoulders to reveal his body.

It was a little unnerving to see the extent of his scars, starting at his cheek and running down most of one side of his torso, disappearing beneath his trousers. They were beautiful, too. Holly placed her hand on his cheek again and then ran it down the ridges of his scars, her hand stopping on his stomach.

They looked at each other, and now that the scars had been uncovered, the lust and passion kicked back in.

Ragnall grabbed her and lifted her into the air. She wrapped her legs around his waist, and they kissed again. Their tongues licked whatever they could reach, lips locked, and then ground softly against each other. They bit and nibbled and sucked.

Ragnall pulled up her dress as he held her, moving it up above her waist to uncover her lower half. He tossed her down on the bed and pulled the dress up over her head, freeing her massive mounds.

Holly looked up at him, craning her neck to kiss him again. But he placed a hand on her chest and pushed her back onto the bed. She moaned loudly when he straddled her and leaned down to give her what she wanted, their lips locking again.

She felt his hand on her large breast and covered it with hers, squeezing it. The Laird stuck his tongue into her mouth, practically devouring her. Then, as soon as he had given her what she needed, he climbed off the bed, leaving her lying there alone.

“Nay, dinnae go,” she begged.

Ragnall stood at the end of the bed like a tall oak tree, and he smiled. His eyes roamed over her body, taking in every naked nook and cranny. He licked his lips, and Holly wanted him to lick her.

He reached down and unbuckled his belt. Then he let his trousers fall to the floor, revealing a partially scarred thigh and a rock-hard shaft.

Holly gasped upon seeing it, and she felt her juices flow in anticipation for what came next. She pushed herself up the bed until she was in the center, then raised her knees and parted them, inviting him in.

Ragnall came back to the bed and knelt on it, crawling up until he reached her breasts, burying his face in them. He licked her fleshy mounds, kissing them eagerly, and then bit one of her nipples.

Holly gasped and arched her back, pushing her body into him. She reached up with her hands and pressed them to the wooden headboard.

The Laird pushed her body down onto the bed again and brought his mouth up to hers, stopping briefly to suck on the crook of her neck. He cupped her breast again as he kissed her, squeezing it hard, just the way she liked it, and she moaned in pleasure. He moved between both breasts, groping them feverishly, and then his hand was on her side, needing to touch every part of her, then down to her thigh.

His fingers hovered dangerously close to her opening, and she wanted to beg for him to touch her there, but she had been rendered speechless by his touch.

The Laird used one hand to push her legs open further, baring her sex for him. She was ready for him, ached for him to penetrate her, and each moment he waited was agonizing.

She grabbed his head and pulled his lips to hers again. She kissed the scarred skin on his neck and then lifted her head a little to kiss his chest. His chest was hairless but not smooth because of the scars. She ran her tongue over his pectorals, licking his nipples. Then she followed the route traced by her tongue with her fingers, wanting to explore his pain.

Ragnall ran his fingers up the inside of her thigh, and it sent a shiver down her spine. She buried her face in his neck and pulled him down onto her, his weight pressing her to the bed. She wrapped her arms around him, holding onto him so he could not go anywhere.

“I need ye,” she whispered.

“Ye have me,” he whispered in her ear, sending another shiver down her spine.

Holly kissed his neck and buried her face in it again. She smelled a hint of sandalwood, but also an earthiness from being out in the gardens that afternoon.

Ragnall ran his fingers up her inner thigh again, brushing his fingertips against her waiting cave and then pushing his fingers through the tufts of hair at the apex of her sex.

“Do ye want it?” he asked hoarsely.

“Please give it to me,” Holly begged. “Please, I cannae wait any longer.”

Ragnall slid his fingers through her folds and then drew a line down her thigh. Holly thought she would have to beg some more when he slid his rod into her, and she gasped. She tried to relax as much as possible. There was some discomfort mixed in with the pleasure, and the deeper he pushed into her, the more the pleasure overshadowed the discomfort.

When he was fully seated inside her, he stopped, and she panted with desire. She nuzzled his neck, biting him gently like she was trying to bite into a ripe plum.

Shivers coursed through her body as he held himself in her depths. Holly moved her hands down to his tight rear, holding him in place. She had to come to terms with how it felt before she let him move again, or she might explode with the rawness of it.

“How does that feel?” the Laird asked.

“Wonderful,” she replied. “Please be gentle.”

When Holly loosed her grip on his rump, Ragnall took it as his cue to move. He slowly pulled out of her, leaving the tip in her entrance, before sliding back inside her.

“Mmm,” Holly moaned from deep in her belly. “Oh, please dinnae stop, Ragnall. Do it again.”

Ragnall pulled out of her again, keeping only the tip inside her, before he plunged into her depths once more, a little faster this time.

“Ye’ll be the end of me, and I’ll enjoy every second of it,” Holly told him. “Give me more.”

Ragnall laughed and pulled out of her before thrusting into her faster this time.

Holly gasped and then moaned deeply. She took some deep breaths to stay in control of her body, but she was slowly losing it to the Laird. When he pulled out of her again, she grabbed his tight rear and pushed him back inside her, crying out.

“Ye like that, eh?” Ragnall whispered in her ear.

“Take me and make me yers,” Holly begged.

Ragnall wrapped one hand around the nape of her neck and pressed his lips to hers as he thrust into her again. Holly moaned into their kiss, and then her tongue darted out to touch his. Her hands kneaded his buttocks, and she moaned for him to quicken his thrusts.

The Laird quickened and deepened his thrusts, but it was not enough for her—she was hungry for all of him. She kissed him back as deeply as she was able, and each time his rear lifted into the air, she pulled him back down as hard as she could.

The four-poster bed began to shake with the ferocity of their lovemaking, and at some point, Holly threw her arms out to the side, losing control of her body as he pleasured her over and over, slamming into her each time.

She thought her release might come in a subtle wave or that the pressure would build, but her orgasm ripped through suddenly. The pleasure built and built with no end in sight, an infinite loop of increasing ecstasy, and she writhed on the bed, pinned only with the Laird’s manhood.

Holly screamed, her body racked with relentless waves of pleasure. She fisted her hands into the sheets on either side of her. She would have screamed again if Ragnall’s lips hadn’t captured hers. Instead of screaming or moaning, she put all of her energy into kissing him as fully as she could.

Her body bucked and writhed, almost tossing him off her as her orgasm ripped through her body and mind, and with each jerk and spasm, more pleasure came. Then, her body shook, her back arching, grinding herself against his stiff shaft. She gasped and then couldn’t breathe. The explosion ripped through her core.

Finally, she found her breath and flopped down onto the bed with a long moan, her chest heaving.

“Oh, me goodness!” she gasped. “Ye’re nae a monster, Ragnall, but ye are certainly a beast in bed.”