Page 127 of The Highlander's Auctioned Virgin
No matter how hard she tried, she could not stop staring at him.
Ciaran moved closer, wrapped his arm around her waist, and lifted her effortlessly, before carrying her to the bed. Her heart pounded hard in her chest, almost threatening to escape, as he laid her on the bed and knelt before her. Goosebumps broke out all over her skin as he gripped her thigh and spread them open.
“Dinnae take yer eyes off me. Am I understood?” he commanded, a purr in his voice.
Before Elinor could respond, he slid his fingers inside her. A gasp escaped her lips, and her hips bucked against him. She threw her head back, looking up at the ceiling.
“Eyes on me,” he breathed.
Elinor shifted her gaze back to him, growing overwhelmed as he withdrew his fingers and drew circles around the nub at the apex of her sex. He was slow at first, teasing it and grazing it slightly. Then, he pushed back two fingers inside her. Her back arched off the bed as he curled them up and pressed against that sensitive spot.
“Ciaran.” His name escaped her lips in a gasp.
“Keep yer eyes open,” he ordered, his voice thick with arousal.
His fingers continued to thrust in and out of her steadily. Then, he leaned down, pure heat in his eyes, and closed his mouth around her breast, sucking hard enough to make the words die in her throat. His fingers thrust and pressed into her harder before he stopped.
Elinor’s vision swam in the silence that followed.
Ciaran climbed off the bed and pushed his trousers down his legs before kicking them off. His arousal stood thick and hard, dark at the tip. She swallowed, her body already quivering with anticipation.
He climbed back on the bed and gripped himself, guiding the head to her slick entrance.
“Ye’re me wife, Elinor,” he whispered. “Ye will always be me wife.”
He pushed inside her in one slow, heavy thrust. She cried out, her hands gripping his forearms tightly. He was big enough to stretch her almost to the point of pain, but she didn’t want him to stop.
He pulled out and sank into her again, harder this time. The bed creaked under them. He set a steady rhythm, every thrust deep enough to make her breath catch in her throat.
“Look at me,” he urged.
She did, and he drove deeper into her. It was raw and all-consuming, nothing gentle about the way he pinned her down with one hand on her hip. She felt her release building slowly, coiling in her belly.
Ciaran hissed through his teeth when her walls clenched around him.
And then she climaxed. Heat rushed through her, and she felt the pressure, much like goosebumps, travel down her limbs right to her curled toes. Her nails dug into his forearms and then his back, drawing red lines across his skin.
He thrust into her a few more times and then buried himself deep inside her. A low groan escaped his lips, and he curled his hands tight around the pillow above her head. He trembled against her for a moment before collapsing on top of her.
They remained in that position for a while. Then, Ciaran looked up, the green in his eyes just as bright as the first day she had met him.
“I love ye, Elinor,” he said, his voice soft, calmer than it had been mere minutes ago.
Elinor cupped his cheeks, returning his smile. “I love ye, too.”
At that moment, in the middle of the cabin, she felt nothing but blissful peace, and she knew, from the utter contentment on his face, that he felt just the same.
