Page 119 of A Bride for the Icy Highlander
Kian flashed her that smirk she had grown fond of. More than that, itthrilledher.
“Yer wish is me command, bunny.”
He pulled his shirt over his head, revealing the hard lines of his chest, scarred and strong. His kilt and boots followed, until he stood naked before her.
She reached out, letting her hands roam over his skin, marveling at the feel of him.
“Ye’re beautiful,” she breathed.
He smiled, leaning into her touch. “Ye think so?” he asked, his voice teasing but tight with want.
“Aye,” she murmured, tracing her fingers along his chest, down his ridged abdomen. Then, her hand wrapped around his thick shaft.
He sucked in a sharp breath. “Bunny, ye will have me climax in yer hand if ye keep touchin’ me like that.”
“I never wanted anyone like this,” she said. “Take me, husband.”
Kian kissed her again, slower now, savoring each moment as though it were the first and last. His hand cradled her face, the other roaming over her body in a reverent exploration.
Abigail felt cherished. Desired. Loved.
He shifted above her, pressing his body against hers. Abigail gasped at the contact, the heat of him, the way they fit against each other. She felt the tip of his rigid manhood nudge her entrance. Her hands roamed over his back, his fingers digging in as he slowly slid inside her.
Each brush of lips, each glide of hands, built like a storm as he slid deeper into her.
“I’ve never felt like this,” she murmured against his mouth. “Nae ever.”
“Ye’re mine, Abigail,” Kian said, his voice thick with need. “I’ll never let ye forget it.”
“Aye,” Abigail moaned.
She put her hands on his hips as he thrust into her, his rhythm building steadily.
Their bodies tangled in a dance older than time.
Abigail’s body trembled under his, rising to meet every thrust. Her breath came fast and shallow, but she wasn’t afraid. She had never felt more alive.
“Kian,” she gasped, clinging to him as pleasure crashed over her. “Kian, I?—”
He held her through it, kissing her face, her throat, murmuring her name like a prayer.
She climaxed once more.
“That’s good, me bunny. Dinnae hold back,” he said, still thrusting in and out of her.
When her eyes fluttered open at last, he was still there, watching her with such adoration that it almost undid her.
“I love ye,” he whispered.
Tears pricked her eyes, and she smiled. “I love ye, too.”
She held onto him as he moved, and within moments, he tensed and spilled his seed inside her, sealing their union.
Suddenly, something soft started tapping against the glass.
“Oh God,” Abigail gasped. “It’s raining!”
Kian blinked, propping himself up on one elbow and glancing at the window. The moonlight caught the droplets sliding down the glass.
