Page 103 of The Cruel Highlander's Bride
“Yers,” he swore. “Only yers.”
Ciara didn’t realize how much she needed to hear those words until he spoke them. He was hers, only hers, and now he was going to show her exactly what that meant.
* * *
Tears threatened to well up in his eyes.
Hers.
The idea warmed him to the very core. He had never been more proud than he was to hear her call himhers.
“Come here,” he groaned, and she stepped back into his arms. “Ye’re the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.”
“Have ye ever looked at yerself?” Ciara teased.
“It’s all for ye.”
Magnus scooped her up then and carried her over to the massive bed that sat in the middle of his chambers. He needed her in his bed. They had been dancing around this moment since they met, and it was finally here.
He gently laid her on the blankets, a feast for his taking.
“I’ve never seen me bed look better,” he swore, and her cheeks flushed as she laughed.
“Kiss me,” she ordered, and he obliged.
Magnus crawled over her and kissed her long and slow. He took his time, moving his lips and tongue slowly against hers. He wanted to savor her.
“Magnus,” Ciara begged, urging him on, but now that he had her underneath him, he wasn’t in a rush.
Gently, he ran his hands over her smooth skin, not pleasuring her yet, just touching, exploring.
They had all morning, and he planned to make the most of it. He finally had his wife naked and in his bed, he was not going to be quick about it. Even as his desire surged, he continued teasing her with his lips and tongue and hands.
Her hands were buried in his long dark hair, pulling just the slightest bit, and her desperate tugs only drove his need higher.
Eventually, he brought his hand to the spot between her legs. He already knew exactly what made her scream, and she was so primed from his kisses that she was crying out for him in no time.
“That’s it,” he cooed through the shudders racking her body.
His wife was stunning like this. Her head was thrown back, her eyes were closed, and a thin sheen of sweat covered her forehead. She was wholly lost in her pleasure, and her little tremors nearly brought him to his knees.
When she finally looked back at him, her eyes heavy with lust, he was tempted to start touching her all over again, just to see that glorious peak once more.
But he felt himself throbbing with need. He palmed himself quickly, hissing through his teeth at how sensitive he felt. He wanted to feel her walls envelop him, and when she lost herself the next time, he wanted to join her.
Ciara was not done either. She pulled him back to her lips and whispered, “Please,” right before they kissed once more.
Magnus was all too ready to oblige her.
* * *
Body lax from pleasure, Ciara moaned into her husband’s mouth. She was being greedy, but the pleasure his fingers brought her wasn’t enough today. She wantedeverything.
He didn’t make her beg again, thankfully, lining himself up with her core. At the first feel of his thickness, she gasped. “Oh!”
Magnus stilled, his body rigid. “Are ye all right, lass?” he asked.
“Aye, aye. Please, more,” she begged and saw him smirk in satisfaction.
