Page 53 of The Highlander's Captured Bride
More how?
There were so many sensations ricocheting through her, she had not the strength to ask. But she felt it, as he kissed down her body, stopping to suckle at her breast, feasting on her tiny buds and sucking marks into her skin. Her hands dug into his hair as his slid further and cocked her hips up to slot against him. She bit down on her already abused bottom lip to stifle a cry when his mouth rested on her dewy flesh.
Her cry was uninhibited as he licked her, his tongue making long, languid strokes over her wetness. Her wanton pleas filled the room with him sucking on her pearl and she nearly screamed when he stiffened his tongue, pushing right into her entrance.
Pulling away he whispered on her thigh, “Sweet like a summer peach, love.”
Opening her folds, he slid one finger in, then two, slowly stroking her tender walls and spreading her wetness. The invasion felt odd at first but as he kept on, her arousal grew stronger. He added a third finger, and Violet moaned at the fullness.
“Relax, love,” Ethan murmured against her skin. “I daenae want to hurt ye.”
Her body was locking up and a strange sensation had her toes curling but she managed to gasp out, “If that’s best.”
“It is,” he chuckled, then dipped his head to suck on her pearl again.
The moment his mouth touched her, her body spasmed and she clenched over his fingers. Tumbling over the peak had her back arching and white streaking through her mind. Violet grabbed Ethan’s hair and cried out without restraint.
Breathing raggedly, she felt when he withdrew his fingers and his mouth found her nipple. As he leaned into her, she could feel his turgid length in her inner thigh.
Pulling his head up she asked, “Was that…how it’s supposed to be?”
His grin was slanted, “Aye, but it will be much better when I’m inside ye.”
She blinked, “I can…again?”
“Ye might,” he whispered while crawling to rest his body on hers.
He kissed her, and she kissed him back, wrapping her legs around his waist and running her hands down his back. His hand curved over her leg and he slid another finger inside her and her lungs lost air. His body was a hard, sturdy, welcoming weight on top of hers and her slighter frame rocked with the soft thrust of his finger. Ethan seemed to have a fascination with her breasts because his mouth was always on one of the other.
“They’re not too small for ye?” she gasped out as he tongued her.
“Nay,” he mouthed on her skin. “They’re perfect, all of ye is perfect.” He paused to look her directly, “If we do this, love, if ye let me take yer innocence, there will be nay going back. I will never let ye part from me.”
“I daenae mind,” she replied. “I have nay regrets. Please, ye have me.”
Her words had a fire blazing in his eyes and after searching hers once more, a look she met with resolve, he kissed her. Fitting himself against her, he notched his length against her and pushed in with a slow, steady stretch that made her suck in a deep breath.
“Tell me if ye need me to stop,” he whispered against her lips.
Clenching her eyes tight in preparation of him breaking her maidenhead, she tensed as he slid deeper, inside her. Ethan’s mouth covered hers as he paused. She felt his chest heaving as he kissed her deeper…then a swift thrust andpain.
She gasped out but he swallowed the sound. Her limbs trembled while her body adjusted to him. It was clear why he had used three fingers to stretch her as his girth was substantial.
Ethan pulled away and kissed her ear, and his hand was rubbing up and down her thigh in a soothing stroke, “I ken it hurts, love, but ye feel sublime around me.”
Slowly, oh so slowly, the pain ebbed and when she was able to kiss him back, he took the cue and began to move. Soft withdraws and thrusts back in. The feeling was strange but the oddness began to shift to pleasure. The heat, closeness, slick slid of skin and the movement of her lover inside her had her momentary discomfort a distant memory.
Her hips rose to meet his thrust, but his member opened her more and her pleasure spiked. Ethan increased his tempo a little, and she met his thrusts with eagerness.
“Feel good, love?” He husked in her ear.
“Aye,” she gasped, slipping her hand under his arm to sink into his back. “More, I want—” Her back arched as his thrust grew harder and pleasure was spiraling out from her core to every part of her body. Too soon, she was nearing another peak when Ethan suddenly slowed and she peeled her eyes open, “Ethan?”
He kissed her pulse while he took on a slower, sensual pace inside her. She felt seduced again as he moved his hips in slow sensuous circles and whispered in her ear, “I dinnae want ye to end, ye feel too good under me. I want this to last.”
Cupping his face, she asked, “Are ye…”
“Aye,” he claimed her lips again, “I’m making love to ye, because I dae love ye.”
