Page 69 of Highlander's Wild Lass
Anthony guided himself towards her, inching himself in, moving deliberately slow. He kissed her, wanting to feel the gasp of pleasure leave her as he slid fully inside her.
Celestia cried out, her fingernails dragging against his back, her hips bucking to get even closer to him.
“Did I hurt ye?”
“No,” she whispered, stroking the lines of his cheekbones.
He stilled, allowing her to get the fill of him.
“How do I feel?” he asked, nuzzling her neck with his nose.
“Better than I ever imagined,” she breathed, pressing her hips to him again, urging him on. She was becoming as impatient as him.
He began to move his hips, sliding out of her and then thrusting into her slowly once more. Celestia gave a shuddering gasp against his ear, the hot breath sent a jolt all the way down to his legs.
Anthony held himself up with his arms, finding a rhythm that sent Celestia’s head back against the pillows, eyes closed in absolute bliss.
“With me, Celestia,” he said, and she opened her eyes. The light of the fire danced in the shadows of her eyes.
He kissed her and felt her legs wrap around his waist, tugging him closer as they continued to move as one. A moan escaped him, as he felt the muscles tense in his abdomen. He was close.
Celestia’s arms fell from his back once more grasping at the thickness of his upper arms and moaned with each thrust. And just when he thought he could not last much longer, she came with him. Her muscles clenched around his manhood, spiraling towards the end.
She cried out his name and her entire body shuddered beneath him. He allowed himself one last thrust, before taking her mouth into one last passionate kiss.
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Anthony didn’t sleep the rest of the night, he laid in his bed—their bed now, he supposed—unable to sleep. Unable to sleep with Celestia sleeping beside him, cheek pressed against his chest.
He had his arm over her back, and she had her arm draped over his torso, puzzled together under the sheets. She fit perfectly beside him, and he never wanted to spend a night without her by his side.
Something happened last night. There was lust, there was passion, there was...love—and damnit! He hadn’t thought that it would happen so fast. Especially to him.
Especially with her.
Her skin was so soft underneath the coarseness of his palm, and her breath was hot against his skin. A jolt of pain slithered its way through his chest, and he did not want to admit what he was feeling—he did not want to feel this way.
He promised her that this marriage was only to help one another out of their own tough situations, and now...now there was something else there for him.
Anthony thought it could possibly be love; he remembered the way his mother and father would describe it to him, how it felt falling in love, how it felt to love someone.
But was it truly love?
This fast?
Nay, surely not.
Yet there, again, was the pain in his chest.
Anthony slowly peeled himself from underneath Celestia and threw on his shirt. He turned to see if she’d woken up, but she—thankfully—hadn’t moved.
The sky was still dark, but Anthony could see the faint glow of the coming day. He needed to get some distance from this, from her, and see if these feelings lingered on into the rest of his day.
He quickly dressed, scribbled a quick note for her and placed it on the pillow, and left. He needed to get to work anyway and there was no better time than now.
Anthony built a fire in his office, lit a dozen candles around the room, and sat at his desk. First, he needed to secure tutors for Celestia’s brothers and sister. He needed the best ones he could find. Then, as he promised Celestia, he would write to her father’s customers reassuring them that his wife was more than capable of running the distillery.
He wrote letter after letter until he heard the rooster crow and the castle come alive beneath him. He sealed each envelope with a wax seal, a monotonous task that helped him keep his mind from her.
