Page 41 of The Highlander's Runaway Nun
“Daenae stop,” she whispered, her nails digging into his back. He kissed her deeply and tenderly before moving again, slow at first, then with gathering urgency.
Laura gasped, her body clinging to his, her senses overwhelmed by the rhythm of their union. Her fingers pressed into his back as he slid his throbbing manhood back and forth inside of her.
“Ye feel made for me,” he groaned, his lips brushing her ear.
“Saints help me, I’ll never let ye go,” Laura cried out, her body tightening around him, the sensations building higher, fiercer, until she thought she’d shatter apart.
“Bradley!” she cried, her voice breaking as the wave of pleasure consumed her.
“That’s it, lass. Release on me,” he groaned.
His hand roamed with unrestrained purpose, sliding down her side and back up again as if memorizing every line of her body.
Laura’s breath caught, her lips parting as she widened her legs, her body betraying her with its eager response.
His mouth trailed down her throat, his teeth grazing lightly against her tender skin. She trembled, clutching at his shoulders, unable to fight the fire coursing through her veins.
“Ye’re soft as a dream,” he whispered against her collarbone, his words rough and urgent. His hand cupped her waist, drawing her closer, pressing her against the solid heat of his body.
Laura gasped as the contact sent a shiver of longing straight through her, her pulse racing wildly.
“Bradley…” she murmured, her voice caught between plea and surrender.
He lifted his head, his eyes fierce and searching, his breath hot against her lips.
“Say ye want me to release me seed inside of ye, Laura,” he demanded, the words falling like a command and a prayer all at once.
She swallowed hard, her throat tight, but the truth poured out of her. “I want ye to release yer seed in me, more than I’ve ever dared to want anythin’.”
A growl of satisfaction rumbled in his chest as his mouth claimed hers again, his kiss rougher, hungrier. Laura clung to him, her fingers digging into his flesh as her body writhed beneath his.
His tongue slid against hers, coaxing and claiming, making her dizzy with need. His taste filled her senses, leaving her undone.
He pumped his hips faster, their skin meeting as he moved. His hand slid upward, cupping her breast again, firmer this time, and she gasped into his mouth.
He rolled his thumb over her peak, drawing a cry from her lips that only spurred him further.
“Aye, lass,” he muttered, his lips brushing hers as he teased her again. “Ye answer me with every touch, as though yer body was made for mine.”
Laura’s face flushed as she whispered, “Mayhap it was.”
Her confession made his eyes darken further, his control slipping as he pressed his forehead against hers.
With that, he claimed her mouth again, more desperate than before, his hands moving over her body with urgency. He stroked her thigh, the warmth of his palm searing her.
Laura gasped, her breath catching as her body quivered beneath his touch.
“Bradley, I… I cannae bear it.”
He drew back just enough to look at her, his thumb brushing her swollen lower lip.
“Ye’ll bear it, lass,” he rasped, his eyes burning with a wild intensity. “Ye’ll bear me, and ye’ll ken ye’re mine.”
His voice shook with raw longing as his hand traced the curve of her leg again, higher this time, making her heart hammer.
He roared her name, his body surging with hers as he spilled into her, his strength shuddering in release.
For a long moment, they clung together, trembling, their hearts pounding as one. Laura felt Bradley bury his face in her neck, his breath ragged, his body heavy over hers.
