Page 87 of The Laird's Vengeful Desire
She took the lead in undressing him, her fingers exploring the landscape of his body with newfound confidence. Each scar told a story, each tattoo held meaning, and she treated each one with the reverence they deserved.
When they were both naked, standing in their hidden grotto with water cascading around them like a natural cathedral, Ian gathered her close. The feeling of his skin against hers, warmed by sunlight and cooled by mist, was unlike anything she’d ever experienced.
“Are ye sure?” he asked one final time, his voice hoarse with need.
“Aye.” She whispered. “More than anythin’.”
Ian lifted her effortlessly, carrying her to a sun-warmed patch of moss. He laid her down with infinite gentleness, his hands mapping her body with reverent touches that made her arch beneath him.
That was what it meant tae be cherished, she thought dimly as his mouth found the pulse point at her throat.
When his kissed trailed lower, pressing tender devotion to her collarbone, to the pink peaks atop her breasts, she felt as if she might shatter from the intensity of it. But then his mouth continued its journey downward, settling between her thighs with intimate purpose, and she nearly came apart entirely.
“Ian,” she gasped, her hands fisting in his dark hair as sensation overwhelmed her.
“Let me love ye,mo leànnàn.” He murmured against her most sensitive skin.
Me sweetheart.
Her heart felt like it might leap right out of her chest. The first touch of his tongue sent liquid fire racing through her veins, her back arching involuntarily off the bed as the titillatingly exquisite sensation overwhelmed her. She’d never imagined such intimacy was possible, never dreamed that her body could feel such exquisite pleasure. When he finally found the small bundle of nerves at her core, already slick with desire, he lavished it with gentle, circular attention, his tongue tracing patterns that made her cry out in breathless wonder, alternating between soft licks and tender suction – and Rhona wondered if she might die from the intensity.
“Och…Och!” she whimpered, her voice thick with need “Ian… what are ye daein’ tae me?”
“Worshippin’ ye as ye deserve,” he growled against her heated flesh, the vibration of his deep voice sending another round of shockwaves through her trembling body.
Her hands tightened in his dark hair, holding him to her as waves of sensation built higher and higher. When he slipped a finger inside her tight, wet heat, moving in rhythm with his tongue, she cried oud wildly as her hips rose to meet his touch
“Ian,” she sobbed, her voice breaking with need. “Please… I cannae…”
“Aye, ye can,” he murmured, his breath hot against her most sensitive flesh. “Let me feel ye come apart fer me, lass.”
He was relentless in his devotion, his mouth and hands working in perfect harmony – tongue stroking, finger thrusting deeper as he added a second digit, stretching her further. He suckled gently on the tiny bud between her legs while his fingers buried themselves deep within her, making her wild with need, her body writhing beneath him as her pleasure reached new heights.
Then, all at once, it crashed over her like a tsunami. She was sobbing his name as her body convulsed with the most delicious release, her inner muscles clenching around his fingers as ecstasy consumed her. Her thighs trembled uncontrollably, and she could feel her essence coating his fingers as her body surrendered completely.
He held her through it all, his free hand stroking her hip while he murmured words of love and praise against her most sensitive flesh. “Ye’re so beautiful when ye let go fer me,” he whispered, pressing gentle kisses to her inner thigh as the aftershocks rippled through her. “So perfect. So ravishin’.”
When she finally caught her breath, her skin flushed and glowed and she found him watching her with such tender satisfaction that her heart clenched.
“That was…” she began, then stopped, unable to find the words.
“Hmmm. That was only the start,” he said teasingly, moving up to gather her in his arms.
He settled himself above her and she gasped at the sight of his arousal – thick and rigid, the tip already glistening withhis desire for her. He positioned his engorged, velvety length at her core. She felt a moment of nervous anticipation as she gazed down again at him – he was impressive, longer and much broader than his fingers had prepared her for – and she could feel the heated pressure of his manhood seeking entry, burning hot and demanding against her still-sensitive core.
“Ye’re sure, lass?” he asked, his voice strained with the effort of restraint. “I dinnae want tae hurt ye.”
“I want ye,” she breathed, her hands gripping his shoulders. “All of ye.”
But Ian was infinitely patient, easing into her slowly, carefully, his solid desire stretching her inch by torturous inch. She gasped at the burning sensation as her body struggled to accommodate his size, her inner walls stretching around his girth as he claimed her maidenhood, until they were completely, perfectly joined.
“Breathe,M’eudail,” he whispered against her ear, his own breathing ragged. “Let yer body take tae me.
Her eyes went wide as the sensation settled – a strangely wonderful feeling of being so completely filled, so intimately connected.
Is this what it means tae be complete?
Ian kissed her gently, his lips tender against her as he gave her time to adjust to the intimate invasion. “Ye feel heavenly,he groaned, his control hanging by the thinnest of threads. “So tight, so warm around me.”
