Page 49 of Highlander's Secret Heiress

“I will leave that duty to you, husband,” Alyth replied, then she pulled him down to lie on her and kissed him fiercely. “And while you are about it, take off my dress too.”

“With pleasure.”

Before Alyth could stop him, he took hold of the front of her dress and ripped it completely down the middle. It tore with a fierce rending sound. When Alyth made a squeal of protest, he said carelessly, “I will have another one made, sweetheart, don’t worry. Now, let me see you properly.”

Alyth let Lachlan divest her of what was left of her dress, her drawers, and her stockings, and then he knelt back on the bed and let his gaze wander greedily all over her.

“Mine,” he whispered. “All mine.” He cupped her breasts in his hands, shaking his head slowly in wonder. “I have dreamt of touching again like this. It is like no time has passed at all. So beautiful.”

“But you’ve touched me before,” she replied.

“Yes, but every time feels like the first time.” He was gazing at her as if she were a delicious meal he wanted to enjoy.

Alyth smiled at him through eyes that were glazed with desire. “Then what are you waiting for?” she asked huskily. “As you said, I am all yours now.”

Lachlan bent over and took one of her nipples in his mouth, suckling and licking it, then gently scraping it with his teeth, all the time playing with the other between his thumb and forefinger, before he switched sides.

“I think I’m in heaven,” Lachlan whispered, as he kissed his way down to her navel, where he stopped to tease her for a few seconds by running his tongue around and inside it, making Alyth giggle. Tickling was both pleasure and torture, but she knew that Lachlan would never do anything that she found less than wonderful.

Lachlan worked his way down between Alyth’s legs, then looked up and gave her a wicked smile. “Do you want me to stop?” he asked.

“No, I want you to do whatever you like, husband,” she replied suggestively. “Whatever you like!”

“Husband. I like that word,” Lachlan said huskily, before he bent his head to the sweetest spot on her body and began to tease and pleasure it as he had done with her breasts.

He inserted his first two fingers into her entrance, as he would do later with another part of himself, and began to ease them in and out, in and out.

“You are so wet, so ready for me,” he murmured, before he bent to inflict more heavenly torture on her.

Alyth wanted to hold back, afraid that if she let go her climax would be over and done with before Lachlan was inside her, but when he began to kiss her nub she cried out as it overwhelmed her.

Yet even as a tide of pleasure washed over her, she knew it was not the end. Somehow, she knew that Lachlan would bring her back to completion again, and she arched her hips up to him as he kissed his way back to her lips again. He stopped, his face inches from Alyth’s, and gazed at her in wonder.

“I never thought this would ever happen, Alyth. I am so happy.” His eyes were darker than she had ever seen them before, almost black with passion and need.

Alyth’s body was throbbing with desire, and she made no answer, but pulled his head down so that they could share another kiss. Then she felt him gently easing inside her; however, Alyth wanted more. She did not need gentleness now; she wanted passion, raw and rough.

She raised her legs and wrapped them tightly around Lachlan’s waist, pulling him further inside her and forcing him to push harder. Then once again she was climbing up to her climax, and she cried out as it exploded in a shower of rapturous sensation.

Lachlan, however, had not completed his journey yet, and she watched his face as he climbed ever nearer to his moment of fulfilment. Just as he reached it, he called out her name in a hoarse shout. “Alyth!” However, Alyth silenced him with a passionate kiss while he shuddered against her in the throes of his climax.

She lay back on the bed, and Lachlan lay beside her, smiling. “Are you happy now, Milady Carrick?” he asked.

“I have never been so full of joy,” Alyth answered, then shuddered a little as the last of the tremors of her climax shook her. “Maybe we can have that glass of wine now, and later I can have another taste of Chateau de Lachlan. I like that vintage very much.” Her eyes were shining with love.

“Milady Carrick,” Lachlan replied. “There is an endless supply of it. You may have as much as you wish.”