Page 99 of A Highland Bride Taken
She yanked on his hair as she returned his kisses, and he could not help but grin. His proper wife was burning with desire for him just as he burned for her.
Her nails dug into his back as he nipped the nape of her neck, and the feeling went straight to his straining cock. But he tempered himself, moving his lips to her collarbone and the swell of her luscious breasts.
“Please,” she begged. “I feel as though I am burning.”
What man wouldn’t oblige such a request?
Her eyes were glazed over in her passion, and her hips moved deliciously beneath him, rubbing his cock through his kilt.
The sensation threatened to drive him insane, but he stayed himself, calling on every last bit of his frayed self-control so he didn’t hurt her.
As much as he burned for her, he wanted her to experience pleasure. If he hurt her, he would never forgive himself.
He leaned back to stare at her lovely breasts and groaned at the sight, admiring the full, pale globes and the dark tips. He palmed one luscious globe and then the other, and leaned downto capture one pebbled peak between his lips, smiling when she shot up and clapped a hand over her mouth to stifle her cries.
He didn’t stop to chide her this time. Instead, he lapped at her harder, alternating between nipping and sucking. He wanted her whimpering and crying out for more, just as she had before, and he felt pride when her hands gripped the bed linens.
He was a very lucky man to have a wife who desired him and was unable to hide just how hot she burned for him.
The sight sent more blood to his already throbbing member and tightened his hands into fists. He palmed her again, feasting on her peaks till her cries turned into a soundless scream that he felt through her whole body. Her breasts were indeed one of her most sensitive areas.
He filed the knowledge for when she was ready for more intense lovemaking.
He ran a hand along her calf to her thigh, kissing his way down her body to her sex, which he found weeping with desire for him.
Memories of how brave she had been coming to look for him flashed through his mind and stoked his desire further. She had stood before his men like a warrior queen, even without weapons, leading the charge.
He groaned as her scent hit him first. No, he couldn’t rush this. He would savour her as she deserved. Her pleasure wouldalways come before his. It was the least she deserved after enduring him for as long as she had.
He used one hand to keep her legs apart as he nuzzled her sex, then parted her folds and dived in. He feasted on her as if she were his last meal. Her hand found its way to his hair, and she struggled between pushing him away and pulling him closer.
He gave particular attention to her throbbing nub, and she bolted on a scream he knew the entire castle would hear. He kept lapping at her when she climaxed, not stopping until he had quenched his thirst—temporarily.
When he made to rise, she whimpered. “Please stay.”
“I dinnae intend to go anywhere, Mabel,” he said as he undressed.
Her eyes were bright as she watched him undress, making him feel conscious. Her gaze darkened when he kicked off his kilt, her lower lip trapped between her teeth as she stared at his jutting cock.
He felt flattered, but he didn’t dwell on the sentiment, climbing over her.
“Ye look frightened,” he noted with a small smile.
“I wonder if… if it will fit,” she admitted in a small voice.
He smiled and kissed her softly.
“Yer body was made for loving, Mabel,” he assured her. “It will hurt at first, but I promise it will be pleasurable. I willnae rush ye.”
She nodded and looked into his eyes. “I trust ye.”
Her words sent white heat down his spine to his cock.
He knew he wouldn’t last long and lined himself up with her entrance.
Feeling her silken sheath tease his sensitive cock, he almost spilled his seed right there. But he held back, pushing slowly into her.
She gasped, and he felt her tighten around him, but he kissed her to ease her worries.
