Page 82 of A Virgin for the Vicious Highlander
She bucked as he took her nipple into his mouth and sucked, crying out, “I love ye too.”
Her entire body crackled and thrummed with the force of their passion, her moans and sharp breaths filling the air as he drew her other nipple into his mouth. The warm heat traveled downward, awakening the nerves between her thighs and making her ache for him.
He followed that delicious shiver, kissing across her stomach and down her thighs, before moving inward. He licked the inside of her thighs, edging higher until his tongue found that swollen bud.
“Oh, love… Oh!” she moaned, her legs trembling as he tasted her, curling his tongue and sucking gently, flicking it against that exquisite bundle of nerves.
By the time he slid his fingers inside her, she was already close to her conclusion. And as he began to pump those talented fingers, he pushed her over that blissful edge. She soared as electricity arced through her, rushing through every vein and nerve and muscle and limb until she was shaking and crying out, unable to form words, just moans of pure pleasure.
She writhed on the chaise longue, gripping the upholstery, giving herself over to the all-consuming sensation. It was undoubtedly the closest a person could ever get to flying, and she allowed herself to soar until the powerful feeling began to subside.
He seemed to know when it had, as he withdrew his fingers and tasted her one last time, before kissing his way back up to her mouth. She grabbed his head and pulled him closer, kissing him hard, relishing the warmth and feel of him on top of her.
Even without the roaring fire, she would not have felt the least bit cold.
He pulled back, searching her face, gazing deeply into her eyes. “I never thanked ye.”
“For what?” she murmured, caressing his face.
“For thinkin’ of me name when ye were seekin’ yer freedom,” he replied with a smile. “For nae takin’ nay for an answer.”
She smiled back at him, a soft laugh bubbling up her throat. “I can beverystubborn when I want to be.”
“I’ve noticed.” He kissed her tenderly. “I really do love ye.”
“As I love ye,” she replied, her words fading into a breathy moan as he shifted his hips, and the tip of his manhood teased her entrance.
“And I swear to ye,” he purred, pushing forward, “I will be a better man.” He eased himself inside her, teasing her, not yet plunging himself into her depths. “I’ll be everythin’ ye need me to be.”
He sank deeper as her breath caught in her throat. His eyes did not leave hers, his smile lingering on his lips as he buried himself inside her to the hilt. A moan rumbled in his chest as he stilled above her for a moment, the two of them becoming one just like Cecilia had dreamed of.
She clawed at his back, pulling her hips back to feel the glorious, slippery friction again, needing the sensation of his thrusts. A sound that might have been a laugh escaped him as he gave her what she wanted, withdrawing to the point of denying her his flesh and then plunging back in.
“Och, love! Aye, me love!” she cried out, raking her fingernails and teeth over his skin, biting and kissing and scratching, reveling in every moment of their newfound closeness.
To her mind, there was nothing more powerful than looking into his eyes as he thrust into her, seeing the passion and desire and love that gleamed there with every measured stroke. In a way, it made herfeel powerful, observing the hold she had over him too, hearing the sounds of his bliss, watching his face contort with pleasure when she surprised him by meeting his thrusts with the tilt of her hips.
They moved together on the chaise longue, both bathed in the heat of their love and the flickering fire, their sighs and moansechoing in the air around them, sheltering them in a bubble of the most profound intimacy. Paradise on earth. An indescribable experience that Cecilia hoped to recreate again and again and again for the rest of their lives.
Thiswas what those village girls had meant by ‘making love.’ It was no longer a purely physical act, but one that involved mind, body, and soul, both of them joining in a bond of emotion as well as satisfaction.
She savored every kiss they shared as he moved inside her, running her hands through his hair, pulling him closer, squeezing her thighs around him so that he would be nearer still.
“Mine,” he murmured as he kissed her neck, rocking his hips back and forth, causing more friction against her bundle of nerves that spurred on the rising wave of pleasure that threatened to crash over her.
She grasped his buttocks, urging him on, stealing a hungry kiss from his lips as she felt her conclusion racing toward her once more. He thrust harder, striking the flint of her ecstasy with every stroke, until it erupted into an inferno of absolute euphoria.
“Och… Och, Murdoch—och, me love!” she half screamed as her release swept over her, more powerful and potent than anything she had felt before.
It was akin to being possessed by pleasure itself, becoming a vessel for a feeling so extraordinary that she knew she wouldnever cease craving it. She bucked and writhed and thrashed as the sensation tore through her entire being, making her legs shake, her breath catch, and her stomach tighten, while her back arched off the chaise longue, welcoming the ensuing spark that every thrust ignited.
As she moaned and cried out, Murdoch’s pace quickened. He thrust into her with delirious abandon, his eyes holding hers, and as he bent his head to kiss her, he growled his own bliss against her mouth. The taut muscles of his back flexed beneath her hands, his brow creasing, his kiss so fierce that it burned as she felt him throb inside her. A throb that triggered a fresh wave of sparks.
“My love,” he murmured, thrusting twice more before he stilled.
A moment later, he collapsed on top of her, pulling her to him. They lay there, panting, both of them aglow with the pleasure they had just experienced.
Cecilia held on to him, relishing the weight and warmth of him, unwilling to let him go even if he crushed her. But, somehow, he was still propping himself up on his elbows, careful not to squash her as he had done with his lumps of clay.
