Page 103 of The Highlander's Auctioned Virgin
He backed her up against the wall and ground his hips against hers. She felt his length through the towel, hard and hot, and her knees trembled.
He lowered his hand to her neck and rested it on the hollow at the base of her throat. She felt her pulse thrum against his palm, and he turned her—or at least she thought he did. She could not catch up, because her vision was growing rather hazy.
The wall disappeared from behind her, and she felt herself slowly move towards the bed. When the back of her legs hit the wooden frame, a shaky breath escaped her lips.
“I am surprised ye ever thought I never felt anything for ye in the first place,” Ciaran whispered in her ear.
Then, he grabbed her hand and guided it down his chest and below his navel. She felt him beneath her palm, throbbing and heavy.
The sensation made her legs quiver.
Ciaran lowered her onto the mattress without breaking the kiss and slipped his hand under her dress, the graze of his fingers sending even more heat up her thighs.
She unfastened his trousers, and his length sprang out, hot and thick in her palm. She started stroking him slowly while he parted her legs and found the soft heat between her thighs.
A gasp escaped her lips as he slid two fingers inside her, slow and steady.
“Ye have nay idea what ye do to me, Elinor,” he groaned in her ear, on the edge of losing control.
Elinor stroked him faster, her hand sliding from base to tip. He groaned in her ear again, matching the pace of his fingers with hers.
Her hips rocked into his palm, and her free hand clutched at his shoulder, almost digging into his skin.
“Good Lord, Elinor,” he grunted, his breath warm and ragged against her ear.
She stroked him even harder.
Her body seized as his fingers stroked that sensitive spot inside her, before ripples of pleasure she could not contain swept through her. Her hips trembled hard against his fingers, and her hand pumped him a few more times.
He climaxed right after, a moan escaping his lips. She felt his chest vibrate against hers, and wet warmth hit her palm. He shuddered a few more times and eventually collapsed onto the bed beside her.
For a moment, they didn’t move. They just lay there, panting hard, their eyes fixed on the ceiling.
Elinor turned to look at him, at the tenderness that flashed in his eyes.
“Do ye believe me now?” he asked, his eyes still on the ceiling.
“Thank ye,” she breathed. “Thank ye for deciding to marry me.”
“Ye’re nae serious, are ye?” Ciaran muttered, turning to her. “Ishould be the one thanking ye.”
