Page 106 of Captured By the Cruel Highlander
Adam’s mind was finally silent as he looked at the woman in his arms. He loved her so much in that moment that he could barely speak.
“I love ye,” she whispered, as though in answer to his thoughts. “I want ye more than ever.”
He pushed frantically at the endless folds of her dress, pausing only long enough to pull at the ties of his trews and free his hard length. Emily’s hand came down to it as she rubbed against it with a low moan.
“Damn all these clothes,” he muttered. “I cannae wait to have ye all night in me bed. Ravaging ye until the mornin’ and then doin’ it all over again.”
Her head fell back, her hair tumbling behind her. His lips found her breasts again, sucking on them until she was a quivering mess above him.
She was still straddling his lap with her knees on either side of his thighs, and he slowly guided her down. As the tip of him touched her dark heat, she groaned with pleasure, and slowly, with small, gentle movements, he pushed inside her.
His hand came up to grip her hair, and he tugged hard on the strands as he pushed in, watching the pleasure and pain flit across her face, chasing one another until there was only pleasure.
By the time he was buried deep inside her, Adam could barely contain himself.
“This was a terrible idea,” he growled. “I cannae have ye as I want to. I want to look down at ye in me bed and take ye.” He pulled her head down to his and kissed her, thrusting his tongue into her mouth even as he rocked his hips upward.
Emily broke their kiss with a startled cry, and he pushed her back so she was leaning away from him. He balanced her weight and began to thrust into her over and over again.
She braced her hands on the bench as he struggled to suppress his own cries of pleasure. He rocked his hips forward, pulling out as far as he was able and thrusting back in even as she groaned.
“Ye are the most beautiful woman on this earth,” he panted as he felt his pleasure building. “I am the luckiest man for havin’ ye.”
With a great cry of pleasure that everyone in the Highlands likely heard, he felt her clench tightly around him as she found her release, and he shuddered and groaned as his own chased it.
As they both came down from the highs they had reached together, he gently pulled her back so that she could rest against him, finding her lips with his own and kissing her deeply until she melted against him.
“Are ye really mine?” he asked as she drew back a little.
The carriage trundled on toward their new life together, even as the bright green eyes he loved so much began to flutter shut.
“I was yers the moment ye took me.”
EPILOGUE
One Week Later
“Ye look beautiful,” Adam said from the doorway as Emily admired her wedding dress.
She ran her hands over the familiar fabric with a happiness she couldn’t name.
Given the circumstances of their first wedding, they had decided that they should hold another ceremony to officially mark the day.
They had invited all the right people this time, including Emily’s family.
Adam looked impossibly handsome in his kilt and clan colors, and she ran her eyes over him hungrily.
“And dinnae look at me like that, we dinnae have time,” he groaned, entering the room and pulling her into his arms.
“Why do we never have time, yet we seem to spendallour time together like that?”
“I cannae say. We should keep experimentin’ and see what comes of it.”
She laughed, pushing him away playfully and laughing harder at the look of disappointment on his face.
“Is me family here yet?” she asked.
“Aye, yer faither and braither have just arrived. They are in the dinin’ hall.”
