Page 80 of The Cruel Highlander's Healer

He broke their kiss, staring down at her with love filled eyes.

“I love ye,” he murmured, the words sending a thrill through her.

“And I love ye,” her voice was breathy as he reached between them, guiding himself so that he lined up directly with her entrance.

He kissed her again, slower this time. Their mouths moving as her husband slowly began to push into her.

It hurt at first, a sharp pain just like the first time he’d stuck his fingers inside her. But it was quickly replaced by a delicious warmth spreading throughout her body.

Inch by inch he sank, filling her until there was no more of him left. She felt so beautifully full, but him seated inside of her was not nearly enough.

Eliza ground her hips, her body seeking some kind of friction. A moan escaped Conall, and a feral grin pulled itself across her face.

He began to move, their hips grinding together. Slowly at first, but then building. Each thrust came a little more quickly than the last, building along with the tension that was coiling itself in her lower stomach.

Eliza arched her back, bucking her hips as her husband thrust into her, anything so that she could feel more of him. Faster and faster they moved, Conall pumping into her with a ferocity that stole Eliza’s breath.

She lost herself entirely to the sensation. She was nothing more than movement and feeling. Her hands raked across his back, her claws digging into his flesh as she cried out his name.

She wasn’t sure how much longer she could take it. The pressure inside of her was building with each thrust. Eliza was standing on a precipice, a second away from falling into an abyss.

“Eliza,” Conall groaned.

And that was all it took. The sound of her husband panting her name sent her over the edge.

Wave after wave of pleasure crashed over her, her body spasming with the force of it. Eliza couldn’t think, couldn’t breathe, couldn’t do anything except give herself over to the sensation that was filling her body with fire.

Conall’s thrusts became more erratic, his grunts of pleasure more pronounced. And just as Eliza thought she could take no more, Conall was stiffening inside her, groaning as he found his release on the tail end of her own.

She felt something warm and pulsing inside of her, a glow spreading from the deepest part of her core. Finally, with one final thrust, Conall collapsed on top of her.

Her heart was hammering, and from where he was laying with his head pressed against her chest, Eliza was certain he could hear it.

Absentmindedly, her fingers toyed with his hair, both of them panting as they waited for their breathing to return to normal.

Finally, when she felt like she could, Eliza spoke.

“If that’s what beddin’ feels like, I daenae ken how we’ll ever be able to leave this room.”

The End?