Page 71 of When the Laird Claims
She shook her head, for as he sank deeper into the depths of her and stilled there, the initial sting of pain began to subside, slicked over with the soothing tonic of so much pleasure. “No,” she said with a smile. “No, never.”
He kissed her in that slow and wonderful way, not moving, allowing her to adjust to this new feeling of being so utterly filled, joined to him in heart, body, and soul. Bound to him in a manner that made her feel like she had won the greatest prize in the universe, rather than shackles of fear and control.Thiswas a true man, someone who could sink to his knees in front of her and not feel like it made him weak, someone who concentrated on her pleasure instead of seeking his own, someone who loved without shame or inhibition.
“Make love to me,” she urged, her hands sliding down his rippling back.
To prove that she was unharmed and longed to continue, she movedherhips downward, her breath catching at the slick friction. His breath faltered too, his teeth grazing across his lower lip as if he could barely contain his need for her. And whenhis mouth caught hers again in a fierce kiss, he pulled back, withdrawing to the tip, before sinking back into her once more.
Heeding her wishes, he made love to her, his hips moving fluidly in slow, measured strokes that set the world spinning. Victoria had never felt so much, all at once, her body writhing and bucking to the rhythm of her bliss, her breath becoming ragged gasps, her heart pounding in her chest. It was everything she could have imagined and more, though she was rather annoyed that no one had gone into so much detail in the books she had kept hidden from her more public shelves.
If women knew it could be like this, I suppose there would be a rebellion.
She smiled at the thought and lifted her hips to meet Arran’s intense thrust, stirred up by the sound of his harsh breaths, for there was a thrill in knowing that he was experiencing so much pleasure too.
They moved as one, entwined and entangled, Victoria growing in confidence with each passing moment. She let her hands explore his hot skin, her fingernails lightly raking over that smooth flesh, pleased when a scratch or two elicited a gasp and a smirk from him.
With each measured stroke, he rolled his hips at the last moment, creating an electric friction against her secret bud that began to build toward another soaring climax. A teasing caress that made her crave more… and more… and more, until herhands settled on the pleasing muscle of his firm buttocks, urging him deeper, faster.
“Yes, my love,” she cried out as he quickened his pace, striking that bundle of nerves like a flint spark flying toward kindling.
She moved with him, meeting his every thrust, arching her back and digging her fingernails into his skin, needing to feel everything as intensely as possible. All the while, rushing faster and faster toward that delicious conclusion.
“Oh!” she cried out, her eyes squeezing shut as a great maelstrom of bliss caught her up in a spinning, surging, pulsing burst of pure euphoria. “Yes, my love! Oh… oh, yes!”
Her entire body trembled with it, her muscles seizing, her veins alight with lightning, her breath lodged in her throat as that feeling pummeled through her in the most extraordinary, glorious way. Each thrust of Arran’s hips only deepened it, making it last, making it all the more potent, wondering for a moment if it could last forever.
Just as it was beginning to recede, releasing her into a new world of satisfaction and relaxation, Arran plunged into her with a tantalizing abandon… until, with a growl of pleasure, she felt him throb, deep inside her. A feeling that set off a fresh burst of sparks within her, her legs instinctively locked around his waist to keep him there, wanting him as close as possible.
He thrust twice more, slowly, before he stilled inside her.
“Och, love,” he murmured as he collapsed onto her, his arms sliding around her to hold her tightly.
She embraced him in return, nuzzling into his neck, kissing the sensitive spot just beneath his ear. “If you had donethatin the gardens,” she whispered playfully, “I would never have dreamed of setting foot outside the keep grounds.”
He laughed against her shoulder and pulled back. “Are ye teasing a man at a time like this?”
“A little,” she replied, grinning.
“Ye’re a troublesome woman, Victoria,” he said, amusement in his green eyes, “but I’ll be damned if I daenae love ye.”
“I love you too,” she told him, breathless. “And I cannot wait to be your wife.”
He dipped his head to kiss her. “Then, let’s nae wait.” He kissed her again. “We can marry as soon as ye please.”
“Tomorrow?” she joked.
“Aye, if that’s yer wish,” he replied, smiling against her mouth. “It still wouldnae be soon enough.”
She chuckled. “Maybe a little longer than that, so your mother has time to plan.”
“What a kind lass ye are.” He grinned, kissing her harder.
She held him close and kissed him in return, thanking the heavens for the day that he had stolen her away from a miserable life so that she could find her path to this: untold happiness, with a future ahead of her that was brighter than anything she could have ever hoped to imagine.
“I love you,” she whispered, knowing she would never tire of saying it.
“I love ye too,” he murmured in reply, and she knew she would never tire of hearing it, either.
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