Page 21 of Claimed by the Obsessed Laird (Highland Bride Hunt #1)
And, as he drew her against him, their tongues coming together as the kiss deepened, he knew that they had finally settled what had lain between them for so long. Even when they had come together before, kissing like their lives depended on it as he drew her back to their bed.
It was the first time the two of them had come together in this way on their own bed, tangled in the covers as they held each other close.
His hands skimmed down her face and along her neck, marking her out as his right then and there, promising her that she was enough for him, that she always had been.
He pulled aside the ribbon on her neck so he could kiss her throat, feeling the throb of her pulse under his tongue as her heart thudded against his.
A soft moan passed her lips, and he moved to kiss it away, almost tasting her pleasure on her tongue as the two of them softened into one another at last.
They made light work of their clothes, tossing them aside as though they were nothing more than annoyances keeping them from truly and completely giving themselves to one another.
She drew back for a moment to look at him once they were both undressed, her eyes grazing up and down his naked body as though she wished to commit it to memory, her fingers trailing down his chest like she was drinking him in.
Her cheeks darkened slightly as her fingers found the base of his manhood, drawing a slight groan from his throat as her delicate hand wrapped around him, pulling her closer to him, unable to get enough, unable to even imagine it.
But before he could give her what she desperately needed, he got to his knees instead.
“No’ so fast, wife. I have to taste ye, or I might die from it,” he whispered and slowly approached her sensitive spot.
“Taste? How—” One soft lick from his tongue had her whimpering around and forgetting anything she wanted to say. She surrendered herself to his ministrations, and soon she was a moaning and needy mess.
“Camron, please… I need ye,” she murmured, almost losing her mind, drunk in need and desire.
This time Camron obeyed his wife and gave her what she needed.
He lowered himself on top of her, guiding himself to her sex and easing himself into her.
She sank into the bed, eyes drifting shut for a moment to make sense of the delicious pleasure that was coursing through her body.
He gripped her hips, guiding her up to meet him, letting her feel the length of him against her before he moved into her in one long stroke.
“Dinnae look away, wife. I want to see ye come undone for me,” his voice seductively low, leaving her no choice but to obey him by opening her eyes and getting lost in the glazed blue of his eyes.
The feeling of their bodies coming together was unlike it had been before.
Somehow, though he knew they were still the same people they had been the first time, it felt more intimate, whatever walls had been up, finally crumbling at last. She tangled her legs with his, pulling herself further onto him, holding him still within her for a moment before she allowed him to move, as though savoring the endless sweetness of this feeling while she still could.
He moved slowly now, the pleasure promised, no rush to hurry it along.
The warmth of him around her, of her body accepting and welcoming his, felt like a small piece of heaven he had been able to snatch from the sky above to lay claim to himself.
He kissed her again, their breath mingling, their hearts pulsing in time with each other even beneath their skin.
Every part of them was reaching for the other as though there was nothing more important than letting themselves see the parts of each other they had hidden for so long.
“Say my name, Isla. Let them all ken ye are mine,” he said as he bit the sensitive part of her ear.
Isla repeated his name as a litany, screaming it for the heavens as she grew closer to her climax.
He wound his arms around her, their bodies snug against one another, no space left between them as they came together over and over again.
Each movement sent a fresh wave of pleasure through his body, rising and rising until it felt like there was nowhere else for them to go, until, at last, he felt the wave crest and break within him.
She gasped as she felt his warmth filling her, and, almost in the same instant, he felt her body crease and clench around him as she reached her own release.
He moved his head to her neck, breathing in the scent of her, drinking it in as though it were the most important thing in the world, trying to commit to memory how it felt to have her like this, to claim her as his in all the ways that mattered.
He held himself there for a long time, reluctant to draw away from her, as though fearful that the doubts might flood back in to fill the space between them once more.
But, as she tugged him gently by the hair so that she could kiss him properly, he knew that it would not happen.
No, it could not, not now that they had been honest with one another.
As he kissed her, he felt a smile blossom onto her face, their bodies still tangled, still connected by some deep and unyielding passion that would not be stemmed.
And he could not help but smile back. Because, whatever part of themselves they had laid open to one another in this moment, he knew that they would not undo it.
And that, while she might not think of herself as the perfect wife, she could not have been more perfect for him if she had tried. And no more words were needed to convey that.