Page 54 of Craved By a Highland Beast

It had an immediate effect on Evan. He froze, his entire body shuddering with pleasure, eyes falling shut. Bonnie loved to see him like this, so affected even though he had been with many others before.

“I told ye I want ye tae take me,” she reminded him. “An’ I still dae.”

“Are ye certain?” Evan asked. “We can?—”

“I am certain,” Bonnie insisted. “I want it, Evan. I wantye. Please . . . dinnae make me wait any longer.”

For a moment, Evan was stunned into silence, but then he nodded and pulled back from Bonnie. In only a few seconds, he had ridded himself of his clothes, throwing them in the same pile as hers, and for the first time, Bonnie could appreciate him in all his beauty.

Under the light of the fire, he looked as though he was sculpted from marble; broad shoulders, thick arms, a muscular chest and stomach. And right below, his length curling towards his belly, thick and weeping from the head.

Bonnie swallowed in a dry throat. She had never seen a man entirely nude before and certainly no man who looked like Evan.Too late, she realized she had been staring, and Evan chuckled as she quickly averted her gaze.

“Yer allowed tae look,” he said, shuffling closer to her. “Dae ye like what ye see?”

Bonnie nodded, one hand tentatively reaching out to caress the grooves of his muscles on his chest and stomach. They were hard under her fingers, the skin a little rough from the sparse coating of hair, dark as that on his head. A trail of it led under his bellybutton to his crotch, drawing her gaze back to his manhood once more.

She had to admit it was rather intimidating. Evan was a big man—proportionate everywhere. Compared to him, Bonnie felt too small.

Gathering some of her wetness in a sudden movement that had Bonnie gasping, Evan brought his hand to himself and stroked his length languidly as he watched her. Then, he draped himself over her once more, his other hand carding gently through her hair.

“If ye wish tae stop, ye’ll tell me.”

It wasn’t a question—more of an order—but Bonnie nodded regardless, even if she knew she had come too far now to stop. She wanted Evan more than she had wanted anything in her life and she would be damned if she left that clearing without having him at least once.

The first thrust was torturously slow as Evan entered her, taking his time and giving her time, too, to adjust. He was shaking above her, seemingly using all his willpower to go this slowly, controlling himself as well as he could, his eyes firmly shut and his lips parted around a moan. Bonnie clung onto his shoulders, fingers digging into the rigid flesh, her breath caught in her throat as Evan filled her to the brim, taking up all the space inside her.

By the time he was buried in her to the hilt, they were both covered in a thin sheen of sweat, panting as they tried to catch their breaths.

“Ye truly are . . . so tight,” Evan said, voice strained as he stopped himself from moving, his hips only giving small, restrained twitches. “Yer heavenly, lass. How I wish I could remain inside ye, pleasurin’ ye time after time.”

Bonnie didn’t respond. There was nothing she could say when each and every sense in her body was overtaken by Evan and by the pleasure, he was giving her. Slowly, he withdrew his hips and then plunged himself inside her once more, twin moans falling from their lips.

“Evan . . .”

She didn’t know how to finish that sentence, but Evan nodded anyway, pressing a kiss to her lips.

“I ken,” he said. “I ken.”

And it was then that Bonnie knew he felt the same thing she did, the two of them lost into each other, chasing the same release.

Nothing could have prepared Bonnie for this. Nothing could have prepared her for how close she felt to Evan now, how it felt as though they were becoming one. More than ever, she knew just how much she wanted him by her side, the two of them spending the rest of their lives together.

Every thrust of Evan’s hips sent a jolt of pleasure through Bonnie, the brush of his manhood against her walls driving her mad with need. Her body responded to each of his movements, legs wrapping tightly around his hips to keep him close, her opening parting eagerly for him as he pushed deeper and deeper. Whatever she couldn’t say to him, she showed it in the way she kissed him, deep and greedy, their tongues twining as they rocked together on the ground.

Slowly, her pleasure grew once more, Evan’s ministrations bringing her closer and closer to another climax. She could feel him everywhere around her, inside her, the sweet assault on her senses too good to resist.

“Evan, please,” she said, the words coming out in a breathless gasp.

“Are ye close,mo ghraidh?” Evan asked, doubling his efforts. “Come . . . I wish tae see ye again.”

It only took a few more thrusts for Bonnie to be tipped over the edge, diving into the depths of another climax. Her body shookwith the force of it, head thrown back and ears buzzing with the rush of blood in her veins until it was the only thing she could hear.

Warmth spread all over her body, her core pulsing even as she came down. The aftershocks of pleasure drew a startled gasp out of her as Evan gave a few more thrusts in quick succession, and then buried his face in her neck with a groan, spilling against her thigh.

Afterwards, neither of them could move. They stayed there, entwined as they tried to catch their breath once more in silence, their chests heaving. It was only when Evan became too heavy to bear that Bonnie pushed him off, and though he went easily, he quickly pulled her into his arms.

Bonnie was grateful for it as she snuggled against his chest. Now that they were finished, the cooling sweat on her body had left her shivering, even with the warmth of the fire.

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