Page 87 of A Virgin for the Icy Highlander
“Oh…” She closed her eyes and grazed her teeth over her lip. “Oh, my love…”
He teased her until she couldn’t bear the temptation anymore. Her hips lifted to feel more of him, her fingernails raking down his back, and her mouth caught his in a desperate kiss.
At that moment, he eased himself inside her.
She cried out against his lips, holding him tighter, overwhelmed and yet craving more. There was a faint sting, but as he sank deeper inside her, her slick heat drawing him in to the hilt, the balm of her pleasure soothed the sting.
“Are ye hurt?” he rasped.
She shook her head. “No… No, don’t stop.”
“As ye wish,” he replied with a smile, kissing her hard as he stilled for a moment, letting her adjust.
The thrill as he pulled back had her shivering from the tip of her toes to the crown of her head. The slick friction was a thing of pure bliss, so powerful that it could only be magic. Her body was a bonfire all its own. The flames rose higher, the sparks crackled, and her entire being warmed and glowed, chasing off the cold of even the worst of weeks.
He moved slowly, withdrawing until she feared he might pull away altogether, only to relieve her by sinking back into her depths. Taking his time, kissing her deeply, he savored their union. He stole the moans from her lips, his breathing ragged as he moved inside her, the sounds of their pleasure rising into the starry night.
Entangled and entwined, they moved as one on that empty beach. Her hips lifted to meet his every thrust. Her hands explored his warm skin, smoothing over the swell of his muscular backside to drive him deeper into her silken well.
She couldn’t get enough. She needed more, needed to feel his hot flesh gliding in and out, and wanted to be consumed and filled by him.
He wasn’t being gentle anymore, plunging into her, his measured strokes making her feel as if she were about to explode in the best possible way. She clawed at him, grabbed him, rakedher fingernails across his back, as she pulled him closer and kissed him fiercely.
Racing toward her imminent climax, Grace was certain that it would be greater than anything she had ever experienced before.
He seemed to feel the change in her as he slid his hand down between them, his fingertips brushing that swollen, eager bud. He barely needed to strum before ecstasy crashed into her.
It was an all-consuming wave of light and heat that swept through her veins like it meant to transform her. This act changed her from who she was to who she was always meant to be.
“My love! Oh… Oh!” she screamed as her back arched off the blankets.
Her entire body shook as that potent wave performed its crackling sorcery, pummeling through her and making her see more stars than there were in that clear night’s sky.
And as she soared on her own crest of bliss, Hunter quickened his pace, thrusting with abandon, spurred on by the pulse and the grip of her. She clung to him as he sank into her again and again, urging him on with her moans and cries, uncertain of what came next, but knowing that she needed it.
He growled her name, hissing a sharp breath through his teeth, moaning against the side of her neck as she felt him deep withinher. The pulse of him, the throb of him, reignited the sparks of her euphoria for a moment, eliciting a fresh flurry of pleasure that joined with the fading rush of her climax.
He thrust once more and stilled inside her.
Sliding his arms under her, he held her tightly. His breath was hot on her neck as he whispered, “I love ye.”
She wrapped her arms around him, savoring the weight and warmth of him against her. “I love you, too.”
They lay like that for a while, and Grace would have continued to lie like that for a long time, but Hunter seemed to worry that he might crush her, so he rolled them onto their sides. She draped her leg over his, gazing up at him, and brushed the hair from his face.
“Do ye believe that ye’re beautiful now?” he asked, smiling.
She blushed. “Perhaps, but… I have a bigger question.”
“Oh?”
“What am I supposed to wear now?”
He laughed softly. “I brought one of yer gowns with me, or I can fashion ye one from this blanket. Whichever ye prefer.”
“I’ll decide later,” she replied.
Her heart was full as she touched his lips with her fingertips and traced the curve of his smile.
