Page 50 of The Cruel Highlander's Bride
His gaze was torn between her core and her face. Both had him practically feral. Finally, when she was lightly rocking her hips towards him, he touched her center lightly, over her undergarments.
The spot was already drenched, the fabric wet with her desire.
“Is this for me?” he groaned, running his finger up and down the wetness.
She was nodding pleadingly again. “Aye, aye,” she breathed.
“Good.”
He prompted her to lift her hips just a little so he could reach under her and slide off the last bit of fabric that stood between them. He watched her face now, noticing the way she bit her lip and furrowed her brow.
Not able to resist her when she looked at him like that, he leaned over her and took that bottom lip into his mouth, sucking on it harshly.
His body covered hers, but with her knees still spread wide, there was just enough space for him to bring his finger back to her slit.
Nothing now was between his finger and that sweet heat. He groaned against her lips when he first felt it, and she cried out.
“Oh!”
Magnus quickly swallowed her cry, bringing their lips back together as he continued to tease her down there. His touch was leisurely, despite the frenzy of their kiss and their tongues. Her hips, though, were bucking against his fingers.
“Tell me what ye need,” he whispered against her lips.
She let out a frustrated sound when he withdrew his fingers. “I dinnae ken,” she cried. “I need ye.”
“Mmm, aye, ye do. I can feel how needy ye are,” he murmured, sliding two fingers inside her.
He leaned back, wanting to see her, see the way his fingers pleasured her.
“Look at ye,” he groaned when he had the perfect view of both her face and her core.
“Magnus!” she whimpered.
“That’s it,” he urged quietly, finally touching that right spot.
She was close now, he could see it, the way her legs had tensed and the way her chest and face were flushed. Her eyes were squeezed shut in anticipation, but he wanted her to see.
“Open yer eyes,” he ordered roughly, and those blue orbs flew open, immediately finding his.
His fingers continued stroking her, keeping up the rhythm and speed that seemed to drive her crazy.
It wasn’t long at all until she cried out, “Magnus! Oh, Magnus!”
Her whole body shuddered with her release as more wetness coated his fingers. Ciara held his gaze the whole time, whimpering as her body trembled with the aftershocks, Magnus stroking her all the way through it.
Finally, she slumped back against the chaise, her eyes closing as she caught her breath.
Magnus smirked down at her. He had worn her out, and it filled him with smug pride. The lass was even more stunning like this if that was even possible.
Brushing a piece of hair off her damp forehead, he pressed a gentle kiss there. She sighed happily, and he scooped her up so she lay on his chest.
This…this is what I’ve been missin’.
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Ciara sighed happily against Magnus’s chest. Every part of her felt languid and relaxed after the pleasure he’d wrung from her. And oh, what delicious pleasure it had been. The Laird, her husband, had played her body like the finest instrument, and she had sung for him. The pleasure that he had brought her on the chaise was nothing short of heavenly.
They hadn’t done everything yet, but there was still tonight, still time for them to fully consummate their marriage. If this was any indication, Ciara would very much enjoy that process far more than she could have hoped.
