Page 87 of Married to the Ruthless Highlander
He lavished her with that delicious mercy, pouring fuel onto the blaze of her bliss, and as it rose higher and higher toward the peak of her conclusion, he slid his fingers inside her. As they pulsed against another secret center of pleasure, his tongue never faltering, she leaped toward the euphoric crest and soared.
“Oh, love… Oh God… Oh!” she cried out, not caring who heard or how many creatures she startled as her ecstasy struck her like a lightning bolt. It crackled and pummeled through every vein and nerve until she was a trembling mess of utter contentment on the smooth, clothes-covered rock.
He slowed his ministrations as her pleasure ebbed, withdrawing his fingers and kissing his way up to her mouth, lowering her legs from his shoulders. As he moved over her, his lips findinghers, a gasp escaped her throat as she felt him press against the entrance to her sex.
She kissed him hard, pulling him to her, but he held his hips back, not letting her feel his girth easing inside her. Just that tantalizing pressure, promising what was to come.
“Stand up,” he said, taking her hands and pulling her to her feet.
On shaky legs, she fell into him, stealing one more ravenous kiss. He smiled as he kissed her back, his hand smoothing over the swell of her buttocks. But when he pulled back, his smile was gone, replaced with an intense hunger that made her heart pound.
“Turn around,” he told her.
Biting her lip, she did as he asked.
“Now, brace yer hands on the rock.”
Her breaths were ragged as she did so. “But… I want to see ye.”
“Aye, but ye still havenae learned yer lesson about obedience,” he replied, a note of dark amusement in his voice. “Nor have ye learned yer lesson about patience.”
He grabbed her hips, her breath hitching as she felt him press against her. Like the water lapping against the shore, he movedslowly back and forth, coating himself in her essence, teasing her to the point of madness.
“Please, love,” she gasped, needing him.
“Patience,” he purred, halting at her entrance.
There, he appliedjustenough pressure, notching the head of his length against that gateway to untold pleasures. Tormenting her and preparing her at the same time, until her sex ached for him, the sensitive nerves pulsing along with him as shuddering gasps escaped her throat.
“Please… God, please…” she whimpered, trying to push back against him, to take matters into her own hands.
He pulled away, and, for an awful moment, she thought he was going to continue to deny her. Instead, he grasped her around the waist and pulled her up, skimming his calloused palm over her stomach and breasts, before bending down to pick up his cloak. He draped it over her shoulders and stepped in front of her, scooping her up into his arms.
Kissing her fiercely, he carried her to the grassy bank above the shore and then kneeled down, laying her on the softer surface, the cloak already serving as a blanket.
“If it hurts, tell me to stop,” he said, resting between her thighs.
“I willnae,” she replied defiantly.
He smiled at that, and before she could say another word, he was easing inside her. Her breath caught in her throat as a faint sting mingled with the crackle of her eager nerves, swallowed up by the rush of pleasure until that was all that remained. But still, he did not move quickly, pushing into her inch by thick inch, letting her grow accustomed to the sensation of being totally and completely joined with the man she loved.
As he pushed the last of himself into her, he stilled and gazed down into her eyes, searching her face for any sign of pain. His eyes were alight with passion, his breaths shallow and intoxicating, every rasping inhale stoking the flames of her desire. She had never anticipated how stirring the sound could be, but then, she still had a lot to discover. And she could not wait.
“Does it hurt?” he asked.
She shook her head. “Nay… I just… need ye.”
Slowly, his eyes briefly closing, he withdrew to the point where she feared he was about to pull out altogether. But at that thrilling precipice, he sank back into the depths of her, eliciting a shivering friction that pulsed through her in waves, awakening parts of her that she had not known existed.
“Ye dinnae ken what ye’ve done,” he growled as he moved inside her, inching forward and bringing a brush of pleasure across her swollen bud.
She panted and clung to his arms, gasping. “What… do ye mean?”
“What ye’ve done to me,” he moaned close to her ear, pulling back and thrusting into her once more. “Now that I’ve had ye, I willnae be able to stop. I’ll want ye from this moment till our last. I’ll want this every hour, every day. Our clan could crumble and I wouldnae notice.”
She bit her lip and smiled, lifting her hips to meet his as he thrust into her again, harder than before. “And ye ken I’m nae patient,” she murmured. “I fear ye might… get nothin’ done from now on.”
“I’ll have to tie ye up and make ye wait, or else ye might be right,” he said, his words making her want him all the more.
