Page 66 of Highlander's Captive Bride
Their kisses became more urgent, their hearts pounding in unison, the rapid beats matching the driving force pushing them towards mutual ecstasy. Daisy felt him stiffen inside her, quickening his rhythm, and it tipped her over the edge.
She screamed against his shoulder as the rapture took her, and she had not finished moaning when she felt him climax, too, with a deep, guttural sound in his throat that sparked a huge sense of satisfaction inside her, to think that she had the power to give him so much pleasure and bring him to this state, panting into her ear, chanting her name over and over again.
Sweating and panting, they lay against each other, spent, sated, complete.
“Ach, by God,” Bellamy finally whispered.
Daisy stroked his hair tenderly, her heart overflowing with love for him, still dazed by everything he had shown her, given her. She knew she would never feel anything so wonderful again in her life, not without him in it.
“Daisy, surely ye were made for me—just for me.”
Loving the sound of her name on his lips as well as the words he was saying to her, she hugged him with her whole body as hard as she could until he laughed and disentangled himself slightly to look into her eyes. They stared at each other, smiling, worrying each other’s lips with tiny kisses.
“Let’s have a drink,” he said eventually, sitting up and looking adorably dazed as he ran his hands through his hair.
He leaned over to the nightstand and poured them a whisky each from the flask there, then passed a glass to her.
“To ye and me, Daisy,” he said, raising his glass.
They clinked their glasses and toasted themselves, sealing it with a kiss. Then, Bellamy pulled the covers over them, wrapped her in his arms, and held her until they both fell into a peaceful slumber.
* * *
The early morning sun struck brightly through the windows of Bellamy’s chambers. It shone warmly on Daisy’s eyelids, which fluttered open.
Daisy did not move, unsure of where she was but feeling supremely relaxed and content. Then, she felt Bellamy’s strong, warm length against her, his arm cradling her, one leg thrown over hers beneath the tangled covers. Her arm was across his chest, her thighs pressed to his, her nose full of his delectable scent. She listened to his soft breathing for a few moments and smiled to herself. It was everything she had imagined and much, much more.
“Dinnae move a muscle,” came his rumbling voice, reverberating through his chest and into her ear. “I want to stay like this the whole day until we can do it all over again.”
She chuckled. “I have nae intention of moving,” she assured him, kissing the smooth side of his chest and squeezing him with her arm. “I’m quite happy where I am.”
“Good. Because ye fit here just right, like ye were made for me.”
“I think I must be,” she said, believing it entirely, for she had never felt so happy, so complete, so safe.
She could feel his heart beating beneath her ear, steady and strong. It was deeply comforting.
Somebody banged on the door. “Breakfast, M’laird!” came a loud voice.
“Leave it by the door,” Bellamy shouted back, the sound ringing in Daisy’s ears and making her laugh. “Something amusing ye, is it nae?” he asked in a lazy voice.
“Only that ye make me shake with yer shouting,” Daisy replied.
Her words turned into a loud giggle when his hand suddenly darted out and tickled her ribs.
“Och, she’s ticklish,” he murmured as if making some great discovery, and he tickled her again.
This time, Daisy shrieked, laughing helplessly as she curled into a ball, trying to protect herself from the onslaught.
“Two can play at that game,” she managed to say through her laughter, tickling him under the arm.
Bellamy let out a shout of surprise, instantly retaliating, and soon, they were giggling like children as they waged a tickling war on each other until they fell back, laughing together, side by side, onto the bed.
I love ye, Bellamy, I love ye so much!
Her heart cried out to him. But of course, she did not say it out loud. Instead, she clambered over him in her nakedness, lay full length on his chest, and showered him with tiny kisses. The tiny kisses inevitably led to his lips, and they kissed, deeply and intensely, with newly awakened passion.
She felt his manhood throbbing hotly against her thighs, and she wriggled against him wantonly. With a groan, Bellamy rolled her over, his knee sliding between her legs, entering her in one fluid motion that made her gasp and awoke all her hunger for him afresh.
