Page 47 of A Highland Bride Taken

She was so small beneath him, yet her lush curves were so womanly and made for sinful pleasures that he didn’t think he could resist.

Her hand moved to his hair, yanking as she returned his kisses, and he couldn’t help but grin against her mouth at her wild reaction. Sweet moans spilled out of her mouth as her nails dragged across his scalp, and the sensation went straight to his straining cock.

He ached to sink himself inside her, but he knew she was a maiden; he would scare her if he rushed to take his pleasure.

“Please,” she begged, not even knowing what she was asking for.

Her eyes were glazed over with passion, and she had relaxed into his hold. She looked so delectable and ripe that he wanted to quench his desire and punish her for the many cold dips he had taken in the loch, but her innocence stayed him.

“Ye dinnae ken what ye’re asking for, lass,” he groaned, grinding himself against her.

The friction of his kilt against his sensitive cock threatened to drive him insane, but he held back, calling on every last bit of his frayed restraint.

As much as he didn’t want to hurt her in his desire, he was so close to spilling his seed that he didn’t think he could control himself if he slid into her warm sheath. He didn’t want to test how fertile his new wife would be if he made the mistake of spilling his seed inside her.

“Teach me then, husband,” she begged. “I feel as though I am dying with this heat inside me.”

He groaned, taking her lips with his.

How could a man reject such a plea?

He moved to her ear, nipping gently, and then her neck, stopping at the junction that had her breathless. The left strap of her shift slipped off her shoulder, and he nipped the path, before peeling off the other one to bare her beautiful, tantalizing breasts.

He groaned at the sight, admiring the perfectly full, pale globes and the dark tips.

He knew what he was going to do next. He would spend time feasting on her beautiful breasts until she was weeping with need.

He palmed one luscious globe and then the other, and leaned down to capture one pebbled peak between his lips, smiling when she shot up and clapped a hand over her mouth to muffle her cries.

“Dinnae muffle yer cries, wife,” he purred, nipping lightly again.

“But everyone will hear me,” she whimpered as he nipped her again, adding suction to drive her wild.

He wanted her whimpering and crying out for more, just as he had the past few nights.

“It pleases me to hear ye, wife,” he insisted, meeting her eyes. “What matters more? Yer husband’s pleasure or the others?”

“Yer pleasure, Me Laird.”

Shite.

He felt blood shoot to his already throbbing member and gritted his teeth at the torture.

He palmed her breasts again, feasting on her peaks till her cries turned into a soundless scream that he felt through her whole body. He continued even as she went limp beneath him, starting the next cycle.

He wasn’t going to let her go so easily. Not when she had wrecked him so soundly that he had struggled to function.

“Have I pleased ye, Me Laird?” she breathed.

“Nae yet,” he said softly. “There is still one thing I require from ye.”

“What is that, Me Laird?” she asked.

“Lie back.”

She looked uneasy, which coaxed a laugh from him.

“Are ye laughing at me, Me Laird?” she asked with a pout.