Page 59 of Beguiled By the Highlander
No. She would not surrender. It was humiliating enough that he knew how easily he could make her forget all her grand principles with nothing more than a touch, without him also guessing how she craved the deeper connection that had once glimmered between them.
Except it never had existed, outside of her mind. Why was it so hard to remember that?
He shifted, his muscles flexing around her, before his mouth found the back of her neck. Despite her best intentions, desire rippled through her as he teased kisses along her shoulder, the overnight roughness of his beard grazing her flesh in a tantalizing caress.
“Good morn, bride of mine.” His throaty greeting was as potent as his touch, and she barely managed a breathy sigh in response. “I trust married life is living up to yer expectations.”
Lust simmered in every word, but there was a thread of amusement too, and it was far too much effort to follow through on her earlier resolve to leave the bed—and him.
“Thankfully, I had few expectations.” She turned her head and couldn’t help smiling when he pushed himself up on his elbow and grinned down at her. His black hair was disheveled, and the shifting shadows across his face made him as devilish as she imagined a barbarous pirate might look.
“’Tis lucky I had a great many, then.” His hand cupped her breast, and she gasped as his thumb circled her nipple. “And I have every intention of fulfilling them all.”
His mouth captured hers, and his kiss was hard and possessive, and need surged through her like a tempest. She attempted to roll onto her back, but he had her trapped beneath him, and as though to reinforce how utterly she was in his power, he shifted his leg over her thigh, pushing her more securely into the mattress.
He broke their kiss, and she panted in his face. “What are ye doing?”
“Ye’ll see.” His husky response caused shivers to race through her as he straightened before pushing a pillow beneath her hips and rolling back onto his knees. It was obvious he was examining her bottom, and illicit thrills singed her tender cleft. “Ye have a delectable arse, my lady.”
“’Tis fortunate ye find it so, since it’s the only one I possess.”
He snorted with laughter. “I’m relieved to hear it.”
She craned her neck and aye, there he was, admiring her behind as though he’d like to devour it. The image should have been alarming, and yet she found it inexplicably riveting. “I trustye’ll allow me the same consideration to admire yer backside, William Campbell.”
“Any time ye wish, but ye’ll not find it half as alluring as the sight that’s filling my vision right now.”
She doubted that, but she wasn’t going to tell him so. “Ye have a way with honeyed words, and that’s a fact.”
As she knew to her cost when he’d seduced her with pretty compliments on Eigg. But she wouldn’t think of that now, in this twilight haven, when she could pretend the outside world didn’t exist.
“Honey?” He gave a rumble of laughter that was far more intoxicating than it had any right to be. “’Tis the first time anyone has accused me of that.”
How odd. She had so often condemned his honeyed tongue that it was a surprise to recall that until now she’d kept the condemnation inside her head.
Not that William appeared to consider it a reproach, despite his remark, and she couldn’t resist teasing him further.
“Are ye certain? It comes so naturally to ye.”
He grasped a length of her hair and pulled it back from her cheek, his knuckles grazing a sensual path across her shoulders. Then he leaned over her, his breath a seductive whisper against her ear.
“Ye’re insulting me again, aren’t ye?”
“Can it be an insult, if ye cannot tell?”
“Ah, so they’re words of endearment, is that what ye’re saying?”
She could scarcely recall what she was saying, when his fingers traced a seductive path along her body and his unyielding erection pressed along the curve of her bottom. It was most distracting, and illicit thrills raced through her when he slid his hand beneath her and teased her sensitized clit.
“Ye’re putting words in my mouth,” she managed to gasp, as his fingers worked their wicked magic, and his primal growl caused every sane thought to flee her mind.
“Tis not my words I intend filling ye with.”
His promise scorched through her, and she sucked in a ragged breath as he pushed into her. How different it felt, being taken from behind, almost as though it was her first time again. He stretched her flesh that was still tender from last night, filling her more completely than she could ever imagine was possible, and a choked breath caught in her throat.
Last night she’d thought William had shown her everything he could do to her body. How wrong she’d been. This primitive joining was like nothing she had imagined, and involuntarily, she clenched around him.
“Christ, Isolde.” His tortured groan against her ear ignited a thousand white-hot sparks. He rocked into her, and she clutched the sheet as desire spiraled through her. And when he pumped his hot seed inside her, she splintered into a thousand rainbow-bright shards.
