Page 120 of The Highlander's Princess Bride
She kissed his shoulder. “Better than all right.”
His lips parted in a seductive smile. “Excellent. Now, how about this?”
When he flexed his hips, she moaned. “That’s . . . that’s very nice too.”
When he did it again, she clung to his shoulders. The angle of his body, his slow, controlled rhythm, rubbed her both inside and out. She pressed close, relishing the feel of his muscled chest against her aroused nipples, as his strong thighs spread her wide.
With soft, erotic words, he tutored her movements, guiding her up and down his thick length. Victoria let her eyes drift shut and her head drop back, her hair falling like a curtain down her back.
But then he increased the pace, and soon they were moving in a sharp, almost frantic rhythm as passion built between them. Nicholas tipped her chin up, pressing a hot, openmouthed kiss to her lips. And when he clamped a possessive hand on her breast, rubbing her sensitized nipple, Victoria felt herself teetering on the verge of climax.
Suddenly, he reached down and stroked a finger over her aroused bud. Victoria wrenched her mouth from his and cried out. Shudders wracked her body as her inner muscles clenched around his length. Luxurious spasms rippled out from her womb as he surged into her, high and hard. He cursed, then ground into her again, holding her hips tight against him.
Nicholas shook with his release, so deeply inside her that she felt like he’d touched her heart.
When he stopped shaking, he curled his big body protectively around hers. Victoria turned her cheek into his neck, squeezing her eyes shut to hold back tears. His pulse beat hard and steady under her ear as his hands stroked in a soothing rhythm along her spine.
Then he carefully lifted her up. She winced a little as he withdrew, muscles both inside and out and smarting from their passionate encounter. With a soothing murmur, he laid her down on the bed and tucked her close, her cheek to his chest, sheltering her within his brawny embrace.
Victoria drowsed for a bit, feeling entirely warm and contented.
“One last question before you fall asleep, lass,” he murmured after a few minutes.
Since they were nose to nose and she was so tired, it was a struggle to focus on his face. He looked very serious.
“What is it?” she asked.
“Victoria Knight, will you marry me?”
She managed a sleepy smile. “Yes, my lord. I’ll marry you.”
Snuggling closer, she let herself drift into a sublime oblivion.
Chapter Twenty-Two
“How lovely to have a quiet family dinner before you return to Kinglas,” Edie said, giving Nick a warm smile. “Thank you for inviting us tonight.”
Nick lifted his glass to her. “And since weareshortly to become family, please call me Nicholas—or Nick.”
“Family,” Edie said. “That sounds lovely, doesn’t it?”
He glanced at Victoria, who was halfway down the table between Kade and Braden. Since she wasn’t yet his wife, she had yet to take her proper place opposite him. To his credit, Angus, who sat there now, had tried to persuade her to sit in that place of honor, but she’d blushingly refused.
Soon, though, she’d be mistress of both Kendrick House and Kinglas, and Nick could hardly wait. Underneath that neat, sensible exterior lurked a very sensual woman. Victoria had thrown herself into lovemaking with an enthusiasm that surprised even him.
In fact, she’d all but made the eyeballs roll back in his head. Although inexperienced in bed, she was a mature, intelligent woman. His lass had responded with a passion suggesting she would always be his equal, both inside and outside the bedroom.
She also possessed a quiet beauty that set his heart on fire.
“‘Lovely’ is the word for it,” he said.
Victoria glanced up and met his gaze, then gave a tiny shake of the head as if reprimanding him for staring. But when she turned back to Kade, a happy smile edged the corners of her mouth.
“You’re a lucky man,” Edie said. “Victoria is a truly wonderful person. Both Alec and I adore her, as you can imagine.”
“I am well aware of my good fortune.” Since they were eating informally, he reached for the wine bottle to replenish her glass. “I sense a warning in your tone, however.”
She laughed. “A wee friendly one. Alec feels very protective of her, as you know. He would protect any person in need, of course, but Victoria is now one of our own.”
