Page 78 of Never a Duchess
He pinned her to the bed with his gaze, the amber flecks in his eyes blazing so hot she would never feel cold again. Then he flexed his hips and, in one long thrust, buried himself deep inside her.
Dounreay!
They both inhaled sharply.
She at the sudden intrusion, the shock.
The slight sting lasted seconds. The memory of his expression—a look of raw, unadulterated bliss—would last a lifetime.
Sharing this moment with him was precious. Lillian had not realised how precious until Dounreay withdrew and drove forward again.
The feel of his hot flesh filling her was beyond exquisite.
They moved together, each slow stroke teasing a moan from her lips, reminding her what a fool she had been to deny him.
He moved in and out of her body, his intense gaze penetrating her with equal skill, both reaching places no other man could.
Their passion claimed them.
His thrusts came quicker and harder.
Her heart raced.
Their desperate pants echoed through the room.
The need to find release, to feed the addiction, took over. Callan’s pumps grew rapid, his breathing ragged. Then he was on his knees between her thighs, gripping her legs, driving so hard and deep their bodies slapped together.
“God, Lillian.” One hand clasped her hip, holding her tight against his thrusting manhood, the other massaging her aching sex. “I shall need ye again tonight. I shall need ye every night.”
“Yes,” she breathed.
Yes, to making love again. Yes, to being owned by this Highlander. Yes, because she could feel the tension tightening in every muscle, knew she was seconds away from experiencing a moment of utter bliss.
The bed creaked as he rammed into her. “When I withdraw, touch me like you did earlier. Make me come with yer hand.”
Anticipating her release, he slowed as her body clenched and pulsed around his thick length. He watched as her orgasm ripped through her in powerful waves.
A few more thrusts and he withdrew quickly, moaning as she pumped his manhood until his seed came in hot spurts over her abdomen and breasts.
They stared at each other, gasping in wonder.
“Ye’re incredible.” The corners of his mouth curled into a slow, sinful smile. “That was our first time together. It willnae be our last.”
“No.” Some things one knew with absolute certainty: that the sun would rise and set, that she would crave this man’s touch until her dying day. “I doubt we’ll be able to keep our hands off each other.”
“Stay the night.” It was a plea, not a command.
“You know I can’t.”
“Stay with me tomorrow night. Find a way to pacify Roxburgh. There’s somewhere I want ye to see. A magical place that will satisfy the need for a daring adventure.”
Her curiosity piqued, she said, “You’ve just given me the best experience of my life. How do you propose to beat that?”
He gave an arrogant grin. “Find an excuse to stay away tomorrow night, and ye’ll see.” A sensual hum rumbled in his throat as he gazed upon her breasts.
She lay bare, exposed, stretched out before him as naked as the day she was born. He could see everything except for the chaos of emotion buried beneath her cool facade.
“Let me wash you.” He climbed out of bed.
