Page 65 of A Virgin for the Vicious Highlander
“Oh God… Oh… Oh!” she cried out as he strummed her bud and bent his head to kiss her neck, his lips grazing her smooth skin.
Every time he thought he might reach his conclusion ahead of her, he bit her shoulder, letting the feeling pass before he thrust into her harder. But it was building. He could sense it in the air, but spilling his seed inside her was not something he could risk.
As much as it would torture him, he would have to pull out before it happened.
“Aye, Murdoch!” she moaned, rocking her hips back to meet his every thrust. “Oh… Oh…”
He quickened his thrusts when her breathing grew heavier, her moans and cries more ragged than before, certain that she would soon reach her peak again. All the while, he strummed her bundle of nerves, knowing that his skilled touch would soon make her shudder and shake in his arms.
“Oh!” she screamed, her hand reaching back to squeeze his backside as he thrust deep inside her, holding him there as she shuddered around him.
Her muscles tightened with the force of her ecstasy, and as she rocked her hips, taking him deeper in the throes of her conclusion, he felt his own racing toward him.
He pulled back, but as he did so, she rocked back against him until he was buried inside her to the hilt. A shiver of raw euphoria coursed through his veins, rippling down to his length, his stomach tightening as he reached his peak with her.Nothingcould have compelled him to pull out of her at that moment. He forgot everything that he had ever promised himself.
Instead, he thrust again—once, twice—and stilled inside her, holding her tightly against him as their bodies pulsed together, still wracked by their mutual conclusion.
“Cecilia,” he growled, kissing her neck lazily, dazed by the enchantment she had cast upon him.
There was no one in the world like her, and he got to call herhis wife. Had he been anyone else, he might have proclaimed himself the luckiest man in Christendom.
But as his ecstasy ebbed and his mind cleared of the delirious fog of her extraordinary self, a grave worry began to creep into his thoughts.
What have I done?
He had taken a tremendous risk—one that he could not take again, no matter how much he wanted to.
“I never liked rules anyway,” Cecilia murmured, slowly turning in his arms.
She wore a dazed smile, her eyes glassy with satisfaction, her cheeks flushed the most tempting shade of pink. She had never looked more beautiful, and he was not going to ruin the moment with his worries. For now, he would set them aside, and he would make new promises to himself tomorrow.
“I hadnae noticed,” he replied, resisting the urge to smile.
She chuckled and clung to him, resting her head against his chest. As he held her, she yawned, making him wonder if she had been as restless as him over the past week. He could have slept for hours if he did not have other things to attend to, but he would not deny her the opportunity.
Carefully, he scooped her up into his arms and covered her with her clothes, before adding an extra blanket to keep her dignity concealed. She curled into him, her eyes fluttering shut, offeringno protest as he carried her out of the tower and to the comfort of her bedchamber.
Cecilia did not stir as he carried her all the way there, nor did she stir as he laid her down on her bed and covered her with the blankets. She murmured something as he sat beside her for a moment, brushing a lock of dark hair from her face, but she did not awaken. Nor did she awaken when the puppy finally noticed that he had visitors, jumping up from his resting spot by the fireplace.
Dipper struggled to climb into the bed, being too small to manage on his own, but he was determined to get to Cecilia nonetheless.
“Here, ye wee menace,” Murdoch whispered, scooping the dog up and setting him down beside Cecilia.
The puppy curled up contentedly against her, keeping one eye on Murdoch.
Murdoch smiled and reached out to scratch him between the ears. “Ye take care of her, eh?”
Dipper licked his hand in reply.
“Aye, she’ll need ye.”
With one last look at Cecilia’s beautiful face, Murdoch got up and left.
The moment he stepped out of her room and closed the door, he let his worries flood his mind.
As life-altering as claiming his wife had been, he had lost control of himself in the most damning way. Now, he would have to wait and see if he had just undone everything he had spent so many years tying into neat knots.
Dinnae let her be with child,he silently prayed, though he could not remember the last time his prayers had been answered.
