Page 98 of The Highlander's Accidental Wife
“I shall try to go slow?—”
“No,” Helena said and arched up, breathing hard. “Take me as you have wanted to. We are always honest with each other, are we not, my love?”
That teasing dare caused a wild heat to flicker in Damien’s eye, and Helena told herself that she must remember it, when he surged forward. Her back arched, her elbows dug into the rock, and her eyes fluttered shut.
Oh, she knew how big he was, her husband-to-be. But feeling him inside her, that pinch and that fullness, it was almost too much.
“Helena,” Damien groaned. “Och, sweet, how good ye feel. I shall make love to ye every goddamn day. Ye have nay idea.”
She nodded, unable to speak, and her body seemed to clench around him, wringing another groan from him. Smiling, she opened her eyes and gazed up at him, seeing him gritting his jaw and coming undone.
Helena, with her hair all around her, with her back pressed into a woolen cloak on a hard rock, and with her ankle in the firm grip of a big hand, had never felt more like a dragonness.
Her body fluttered around him, and she knew that he was trying to hold back despite what she’d asked, trying to let her get used to his size.
So, she dug her foot in and rolled her hips. He swore in Gaelic, and the cords in his neck stood out as he gazed up at the sky.
“Ye minx,” he ground out. Then, he slowly slid out of her and plunged back in. “Ye will pay for that. Ye ken what ye are doin’ to me.”
“Aye,” Helena teased. “Oh.” Her eyes went wide as Damien rolled his hips and she felt a new burst of pleasure. “Oh.Oh. More, yes.”
She heard her pleas, her screams of pleasure, all the while Damien laughed and pounded his glorious length into her.
“Ye said nay mercy.”
“Damien, I…”
The tight, powerful flame was burning inside her. The one that Damien alone seemed to know how to whip into a frenzy. But she did not know he could do it like this.
She’d thought she’d understood pleasure.
She had not. Not until she climaxed in Damien’s arms under the starry sky, with racing clouds and a full moon illuminating her bare skin.
Not until he said he loved her into her neck as he came, thrusting and sending shivers through her, and she came again.
And then her big, scary Highlander had the audacity to smirk at her, before flipping her over. Her feet hit the earth, and her wobbly knees were barely able to hold her up. This time, he removed the cloak, bent her over the rock, and took her from behind.
With her hair wrapped around his hand, he teased her into oblivion, and she lost count of how many times they made love.
She lost track of everything and barely recalled how they’d gone for another dip in the hot spring. Or how he carried her back to the hunting lodge, wrapped in her cloak.
She did recall the sun rising and Damien murmuring, “Happy wedding day.”
When Helena woke up again, the ruddy evening light was streaming into her room, and there was an open trunk that had not been there in the morning. Darting out of bed, throwing on a gown and a dressing gown, she ran into the living room.
A raised eyebrow and a satisfied smile that sent a delicious shiver down her back greeted her. Damien was also wearing different clothes—a plain shirt and trews—and his hair was tied back.
“We slept through the wedding?”
Damien, who was sitting by the fire, reading a book, grinned as he took a sip from a steaming teacup. His powerful throat worked as he swallowed, and Helena flushed as she saw a faint pink mark there. From her teeth.
“Aye,” he said in an easy tone as he set down the cup. “Me fault. We’ve postponed it for a week.”
Helena clapped a hand over her mouth and stared at her husband-to-be. He did not seem put out, but faintly amused, and took another sip from his cup. The way he was eyeing her, Helena knew that he was reliving something from last night, and the twitch of his eyebrow said as much.
“Worth it,” he muttered.
Helena’s hand fell to her side as she laughed.
