Page 82 of The Highlander's Auctioned Wife
He wouldnae hurt me,she told herself, taking a breath.I trust him.
As if he could sense her nervous anticipation, he closed the gap between them, gathering her into his arms as his mouth grazed hers in a tender, searing touch.
A soft gasp escaped her as he hoisted her up, her legs wrapping around his waist as he carried her to where her dress and his kilt had been tossed. Using the garments as a makeshift blanket, he lay her down upon it, the moss beneath making a comfortable bed for their impromptu wedding night.
Slowly, taking his time, he kissed her lips, then drew his kisses along her jaw and down her throat, his callused palm skimming the curve of her waist, smoothing over the swell of her breast. She felt him smiling against her skin as he kissed across her chest and paused at her pert, pink nipple, teasing her with the faint flick of his tongue.
She bucked at the delicious shock of it, her back arching as his mouth finally closed over her nipple, sucking gently.
A moan of dismay shivered out of her as he resumed his tender, grazing kisses, moving lower, mapping the soft flesh of her stomach, the ridge of her hips, and further still…
The first stroke of his tongue was an explosion, shuddering through her, a thousand bolts of lightning striking at once. Her hands grasped the makeshift blanket, her hips lifting to meet his tongue as he tasted her again and again, slow and teasing and torturous in the best possible way, building up her anticipation like a bonfire, waiting for the flame of her climax.
And as he eased his fingers inside her, giving her a glimpse of what was to come, it wasn’t long before she was crying out his name.
“Oh… Oh, Gordon!” she gasped, his talented touch and gifted tongue sending her hurtling toward her conclusion, as if he alone possessed the key to her ecstasy, and knewjustwhen to turn it. “Oh… Oh, me love… oh!”
Her whole body seized as that rushing tide of euphoria caught her in its current, filling her up with bliss, her eyes squeezed shut and her head swimming with the delirium of so much pleasure, all at once. It was all she could do to catch her breath, her moans drifting out into the forest, skimming across the loch, making the wavelets glitter and dance.
As his tongue slowed and he gently withdrew his fingers, the intensity began to ebb, leaving behind little pools of pulsing bliss, her body relaxing back into the makeshift blanket and the soft, mossy mattress beneath.
She smiled with satisfaction as he began to kiss his way back up to her mouth, her hands running along his back and his broad shoulders as he moved upward.
He kissed her gently, brushing a stray lock of hair out of her face.
“We can return to the castle, if ye want?” he said, pulling back for a moment.
That hard flesh rested against her, hot and tempting and unknown. It seemed to strain, as if protesting Gordon’s suggestion.
He cleared his throat. “I daenae want ye to think that I just?—”
She interrupted him with a kiss, trailing a chain of them along his jaw, bringing his head closer as she whispered, “I’m nae thinkin’ of anythin’ other than how much I need ye. So, daenae even suggest leavin’ this place. Nae yet.”
“As ye wish,” he purred, kissing her fiercely as he tilted his hips back.
Anna gripped his powerful arms as she felt the pressure of him, the weight and width of that hard flesh against the entrance to her sex. Nerves tried to rise up, but as he kissed her again, they were swept aside by the excited part of her anxiety: the anticipation of what she had dreamed about since long before they were separated.
“Oh…” she gasped as that pressure became something altogether more potent, his manhood slowly easing into the heat of her, with a care that made her love for him rush afresh in her veins.
“Does it hurt?” he asked, his voice husky.
There was a slight stinging, but there was nothing in this world that could have compelled her to stop, when she could already feel the thrum of pleasure vibrating beneath that minor pain.
“Nay,” she urged, her voice catching as he sank deeper, inch by glorious inch, filling her up in a way that made her feel… complete for the first time in her life. As if she’d always known there was something missing, and he’d finally shown her what it was.
He stilled for a moment, buried to the hilt in the depths of her. As he did, she wrapped her arms around him and pulled him close, stealing a searing kiss from his lips, feeling the rumble of his moan in her own chest. A sound that made her desire blaze, her skin tingling from top to toe, her need for him rising up and up until she thought she’d explode if he didn’t move inside her.
Perhaps hearing her plea in the ragged saw of her breaths, Gordon drew his hips back as slowly as he pushed them forward, sending her nerves into a feverish frenzy with the slick friction of it, as though an entirely new array of pleasure points had just been awakened.
“I’ve longed for this,” he rasped, pulling back until she thought he might deny her the pleasure of feeling him inside her.
“As have I,” she moaned, clinging to him, her cry filling the air as he eased back inside her, giving her what she wanted.
Two more teasingly slow strokes later, and there was no pain at all, her tingling, awakened nerves overwhelming everything else, sending pulses of electric pleasure through her.
She writhed and bucked, kissing every part of him that her lips could reach, exploring his muscular body with her hands, her fingertips, her fingernails, relishing in his deep moans and sharp hisses of bliss as he sank into her again and again.
“I hope ye realize that I’ll never get enough of ye,” he growled, sliding his hand between them, his fingertips resting on her swollen bud.
