Page 59 of Saved By the Highland Beast
“I dinnae think there is a better woman in all of Scotland an’ England that would make a more suitable wife to me or maither to me son,” he continued.
Her breathing quickened as she held back her tears and bit her lower lip.
“Even if ye are the most messy woman on the face of God’s green earth.” He chuckled.
Laughing, she shook her head as he held her hand up.
“What do ye say?”
“Yes,” she answered through her tears. “A million and one times yes, Dean. I will be your wife!”
Dean slipped the ring on her finger as the bright red stone caught the light of the fire and sparkled. The simple gold band with the ruby set in the center was far more beautiful than any ring she’d ever seen in her life.
Leaning over, Sophia kissed him deeply with her hands on either side of his face.
Dean placed his hands on her hips and drew her to the edge of her seat as they kissed, bringing her bare legs up to his sides as he guided her around his waist.
She let out a soft moan when he stood and lifted her with him, his towel falling to the floor as her legs locked around him.
“I’m sorry,” he said breathlessly as he held her in his arms. “I cannae wait for the weddin’ night.”
“I don’t want you to,” she breathed against his lips before parting his mouth with her tongue and kissing him passionately, burying her fingers in the strands of his hair.
Dean carried her over to his bed and laid her down on the crisp white sheets as she guided him down along with her, sinking their bodies into the comfort of the pillows.
“I’m a bit nervous,” she whispered, searching his face.
“Ye don’t have to be,” he whispered back, lifting her nightgown over her head and letting it fall to the side of the bed.
She quickly covered her breasts with her hands, but he gently moved them away, placing them on the mattress on either side of her head.
“Do ye remember the bath we took together in yer room?” he asked as he used the tips of his fingers to draw a path between her breasts and down her abdomen until he reached the bottom of her navel, where he flattened his hand.
“Yes,” she said breathlessly, relishing his touch as her excitement grew.
“It will feel like that.” His hand wandered down a little more. “But even better, it will feel as if ye an’ I are one.”
He watched her gasp and part her lips in a silent moan as his fingers sought the depths of her most intimate parts, feeling just how aroused she was by his touch.
Her breathing quickened as he dipped his head and took her rosebud nipple in his mouth. “Dean!” she gasped in pleasure and pressed her breast even deeper into his mouth as he nipped and suckled.
“Do ye like that, lass?” he asked, then continued to lick and suck her breast while stroking her core, alternating between breasts as she whimpered for more.
“Yes, please don’t stop…” Her moans grew louder until she almost growled.
“But, what comes next is even better than this.” He smiled down at her with an intensity in his eyes that took her breath away as he withdrew his hand.
Sophia felt a rush of disappointment as he drew away from her and repositioned himself above her. She wanted his touch to carry her into the depths of pleasure she had experienced on the night they bathed together. Her loins ached in desperation, pleading for more of his touch.
Her perfect breasts rose and fell with every breath as he parted her legs with his own and positioned himself between her shapely thighs. She could feel the warmth seeping from her core as he gently slid into her with a slight moan, gripping her hips with his rough hands and guiding her moves. Gasping in pain, she turned her head to the side and shut her eyes as he moved in steady strokes.
The pain was quickly replaced by pleasure as the rhythm of her body matched his with every stroke, her breaths coming in short gasps as they made love to the sound of the crackling fire.
His fingers intertwined with hers beside her head as they locked eyes and moved in a way that made their bodies one, her breathing matching his as if they shared the same pair of lungs.
“My beautiful Sophia,” he whispered urgently when she closed her eyes, “look at me. I want you to see what you do to me.” He picked up the pace and grunted in pleasure as his hips moved against hers.
She looked up, almost screaming his name as waves of pleasure took her away. “Dean!”
