Page 56 of Sinbound to the Highlander
Pressing her face into his neck, she asked, “Is it always this way?”
“Nay,” he rained kisses on her temple. “Believe it or nae; it gets better.”
Freya shivered when his hand slid down the curve of her spine before it rested on her backside. She fought to lie still in Evan’s arms, but it was not possible with his hands exploring every part of her body, caressing, teasing, and fanning the embers from before into life.
His touch eked a soft moan from Freya’s throat while Evan slid his hand into her loose hair, stroking the soft hairs at the back of her head. “Open yer eyes, and look at me,mo leannan.”
Obeying him, Freya met his chest, and instead of looking at him, Freya rested her hand on the light smattering of hair there, before leaning in and kissing the center of his breastbone, “There’s more, isnae there?”
“Much more,” Evan whispered huskily, his breath warm against her ear as he turned her on her side and hooking a hand under her knee, tugged her leg over his hip.
Evan’s mouth was demanding on hers, plundering her mouth before slipping down her neck to her shoulder blade and then, cupping the perfect mound with his hand, suckled hungrily on her breast. Engrossed in the kiss, Freya found herself shifted on her back, with Evan lying on her. He quickly shifted his weight over then gently parted her legs with his knee.
Her lips stung a little when he brushed his against hers, “I’m going to join with ye. It will hurt, Love, but it gets better, I swear. Trust me.”
Clenching her eyes tight, Freya nodded, as she felt his shaft nudge at her entrance and began to fill her. Slowly he moved, allowing her to adjust with him as he went. Suddenly, Evan took her into a deep kiss and plunged himself into her.
Pain lanced its way up Freya’s body as he breached her maidenhead. Pain overrode the bliss she had felt, and even a tear leaked from her eye. Evan kissed it away.
“Breathe, love,” Evan encouraged soothingly, moving very slowly within her. “It’ll pass.”
Every thrust had the pain easing quickly, and when it left, she was overwhelmed by a new wave of pleasurable sensation. Arching her back with a soft gasp, Freya wrapped her arms around her lover’s back, sporadically skidding her hand into his wet hair. Her body soon fell in rhythm, matching the thrusting movements of his body perfectly.
His thrusts were gentle, surging deeper into her while his lips rarely left hers. His kisses were as loving as his touch, and his hands never moved from her body, sliding down her thigh, cocking her leg further over his hip and increased in intensity had her breathless.
Their bodies moved in a rhythm that had the passion between them building to a surging crescendo within her. He tore his lips from Freya’s as his movements grew frantic, and the scorching tension, resting in her breast, mounted higher to its peak, until she shattered in a haze of searing, throbbing ecstasy.
He flexed his hips, retreating from her slightly before surging deeper. The rapid friction filled her with dark, decadent pleasure and the sensations skyrocketed when Evan slammed forward, grinding her into the mattress. Freya’s mouth went slack, her mind unfocused, and her nails sunk so deep into Evan’s back that they nearly drew blood.
Tiny beads of sweat dotted Evan’s forehead, as Freya arched with a strangled scream, her inner muscles clamping down on Evan’s length. The pleasure she felt overpowered her, decimated her, reducing her to a haze of white. A raw, tortured sound tore from Evan’s chest, but due to the soothing numbness that came from all her internal heat settled inside her, she hardly noticed.
When soft kisses dropped on her cheek, Freya slid her hand up to his damp, flexing back. Evan was braced on his elbows on either side of her head and was kissing her. She turned her head to meet him in a soft, languished kiss and realized he had parted from her body.
Slipping to his side, Evan pressed her close, and his kisses were endless. “Now that I’ve tasted yer passion, I want more. Daenae hide it from me anymore,m'eudail.”
Nestled in his arms, Freya savored the firmness of his body against hers, the warmth of his skin, and the possessive hold he had on her body. Most of all, she loved how he would gaze down on her with such reverence and care.
Pressed on top of his heart, she allowed the steadying beat to lull her to sleep but was reluctant to drop off without saying something, “Will there be more nights like this?”
He chuckled in her ear, and the warmth of the sound had her smiling, “Many, many more, Freya. I promise.”
Tilting her face up, she met his gentle kiss and whispered, “Sleep well, me Love.”
