Page 67 of The Ruthless Highlander's Hellion
His mouth met hers again, tender and possessive, and he slowly laid her back onto the soft furs. The heat between them grew, fed by every touch, every whispered breath. He took his time, his hands reverent and steady as he undid the laces of her gown, baring her skin. Alexandra arched beneath him, her breath catching, but her gaze never wavered from his until she lay fully naked before him.
“Ye are bonnie,” he said.
He shed his tunic and kilt, then leaned over her, his lips pressing against the slope of her neck, trailing kisses along her collarbone.
“Ye’re everythin’ I never thought I’d have,” he murmured. “A home. A love worth fightin’ for.”
She reached up and cradled his face, her eyes shimmering. “Then let’s have it all, together.”
They moved with growing need and quiet devotion, their bodies finding a rhythm that matched the fire’s soft crackle as they kissed. There was no rush, no game, just the surrender of two hearts made for each other.
Alexandra gasped as his hands explored her skin between her thighs, every caress anchoring her deeper into his embrace. He whispered her name like a prayer, and she answered with soft moans and breathless words only he could hear.
He moved his hand back and forth on the mound of soft curls as her body felt the sensation. She instinctively opened her thighs wider as his fingers slipped inside of her.
“Och, Nicholas,” she moaned.
“Ye’ll drive me mad with yer lusty whispers,” he moaned.
She felt his hand work magic on her as his thumb grazed over her rosebud back and forth. The pulsing building deep withinher belly. It grew more intense as his lips hungrily moved on her breasts. She wanted him in every way.
“Och, I feel it,” she said. The trembling of her legs as they encircled her back let her know she was on the brink.
Then the explosion of ecstasy rocked through her. She trembled as her fists grabbed the blanket beneath her and twisted. Her toes curled in response.
Nicholas moaned, “I love to hear yer pleasure, lass.”
Alexandra sank into the bed, allowing the pure release to consume her.
“Are ye sure ye daenae want to wait til we’re wed?” Nicholas asked.
“Nay. Ye are mine and I yers. I need ye inside me, Laird O’Donnell,” she said.
With those words, Nicholas positioned himself between her thighs, guiding the tip of his throbbing manhood inside of her.
Alexandra gasped.
“Are ye all right, lass?” he asked in concern.
“I am. I dinnae expect it to feel like this,” she said.
“There’s more,” he teased.
Then he slowly slid inside of her. With every inch, she moaned louder and louder as he filled her. She had no idea that it would feel like pure bliss to have him in her.
Better yet, she was more taken aback when he started to glide back and forth. The elation felt like madness to her.
“How can somethin’ feel so good?” she moaned.
“It’s ye that make it feel this good,” Nicholas groaned.
He moved faster and faster, his hips slapping against her body as he moved.
Coming together fully was a sense of belonging so complete, it brought tears to Alexandra’s eyes.
Nicholas stilled for a moment, cradling her against him, and pressed his forehead to hers.
“We belong together,” he whispered, voice thick with emotion. “From now until me last breath.”
