Page 75 of Marry the Highland Villain
He wanted to take his time, but Brigid was kissing him, her mouth on his and her hands exploring his body. Her body moved against his, and Conall had no strength to resist the desire that seemed to have wrapped both of them in a wildfire of need and passion.
He slid a hand between Brigid’s thighs to stroke the lips of her sex, his breath hitching as she arched into his touch. Conall slid a finger between the wet folds, caressing the inner walls of her entrance, before pressing deeper. Brigid gasped and shuddered, writhing as his finger slid into her, then out.
His erection was straining, heavy and hot, desire singing through him like battle fever. Beneath him, Brigid was pleading, almost incoherent with passion. Her face was flushed, her eyes glowing with desire as she gripped his shoulders.
Conall bent his head to kiss her, then moved to settle in the cradle of her thighs, shifting until he felt the head of his member press against her sex. Brigid opened to him and let him slide inside her, and his breathing stuttered as he pushed into her tight, hot channel.
The velvety walls gripped him tight, setting his body afire, heat spreading from his shaft to his belly and winding through his body. Brigid welcomed him, arching to meet his thrust until he was fully sheathed within her.
Conall breathed deeply, letting them both adjust to his heat and hardness.
“Conall…” Brigid arched into him, practically whimpering his name.
Conall rolled his hips, shifted his weight, and thrust hard, carrying them both to their mutual pleasure.
Brigid’s body was singing, burning waves of pleasure and heat dancing through her with each thrust of Conall’s hips. Everything was warm and wonderful, from the desire that danced like sparks in Conall’s eyes to the feel of her body against his, every inch of her alight and reveling in the heat and strength of him.
Conall thrust into her, and she rocked her hips to meet him, drawing him in as deep as she could, wanting to be as close to him as possible. She’d missed him for so long—now she needed him so much.
Heat and pleasure built, and her thoughts slipped away as she lost herself in the feel of him inside her, around her, holding her and loving her. Every movement sent waves of warmth through her, from her core to her skin and back again.
The sensations grew stronger, pleasure building with every thrust. She could feel her need growing, pulling her closer, pulling her higher.
When Conall bent and kissed her, his mouth claiming hers, their chests pressed together, Brigid came apart, pleasure crashing over her like a wave. White light filled her vision as her release took her, her back arching up as her core clenched around him.
Conall grunted, stiffened, and his movements hitched. Brigid felt his climax wash over him, his seed pouring into her body, filling her and sending a second wave of pleasure through her.
Her body shuddered through yet another wave, then relaxed into boneless lassitude as a warm glow filled her and carried her away, wrapped in Conall’s arms and happier than she could remember being.
She felt Conall relax, then come to rest beside her, his arms around her shoulders and her waist as he held her close, his warmth surrounding her. Brigid sank into his embrace.
Then, Conall leaned over her, his voice soft as the wind in her ear. “I love ye as well, Brigid Blackwood, more than ye can imagine, an’ more than any words could ever convey to ye.”
The words filled her with joy and followed her into her dreams as she slipped into slumber. Her last words before sleep overtook her were a softly murmured “My Conall… my love…”
EPILOGUE
ONE WEEK LATER
“Lily sayswe should come to visit. She has some new medicines, and Valerie has been makin’ clothing for us as a belated wedding gift.” Brigid smiled at Conall as she finished reading her sister’s letter, which had just arrived.
Conall smiled softly. “Och, I dinnae see why we cannae visit, but ’twill have to be after the spring plantin’ is finished. I cannae leave the lands until then.”
Brigid pouted a bit, but her expression showed no true anger or distress as she nodded. “Och, I understand. Mayhap around midsummer? We could collect them from the cottage and bring them here for the Midsummer Feast?”
Conall considered the suggestion while he spooned porridge, with honey and fresh milk, into Brigid’s bowl. “Aye. I could be convinced to do so.”
“And I think my sisters will have made a decision about joinin’ Clan MacKane by then.” Brigid looked contemplative. “Though, would ye be able to claim them as yer clanfolk, even if they continued livin’ in the cottage?”
Conall thought about it. “Ye said they live in an area unclaimed by any clan?”
Brigid nodded. “If there’s any clan that claimed the land, I never kenned aught about it. I’m thinkin’ that my father’s reputation and his old crew keep the lairds nearby from claimin’ the land.”
“Then I can claim it with the blessing of yer elder sister.”
Brigid blinked. “Ye might need Valerie’s as well. She’s the one who kenned Father’s men and his crew the best.”
“Then I’ll ask both of them if that’s what they’d choose when we see them at midsummer.”
