Page 57 of The Devil in Plaid
Holding his weight on his elbow, he looked at her with pained eyes.
“I promised ye I would never hurt ye again.”
She wrapped her arms around his neck. “Ye make my body fly.” She moved against him. “I ache for ye. Make me fly again.”
“He pulled out and thrust deep, again and again. She wrapped her legs around his waist, meeting each of his thrusts with a passion all her own.
Sweet torture filled her, building, cresting. She cried out as wave after wave of pleasure coursed through her. His own cry of pleasure mingled with hers.
He held her close and gaze into her limpid blue eyes. “Now, I will never hurt ye again.”
“Please,” she begged, smiling through her euphoric haze. “Please hurt me again.”
He nibbled her ear, raking his teeth gently down her throat. “Ye asked for it.”
