Page 87 of Highlander of Steel
He slowly sank deeper until he was buried inside her to the hilt. There, he stilled for a moment to let her get accustomed to the new feeling and perhaps to give him a moment to compose himself.
Just when shewas about to move, to feel more of him, he pulled back, withdrawing from her welcoming, eager heat.
Indeed, she feared he would withdraw completely, denying her the feel of him deep inside her, when he slowly rocked his hips forward, filling her up again.
“Oh, me love,” she moaned, pulling his head closer so she could kiss him with everything she had.
He kissed her back in kind, his breathing ragged, his groans stirring her up in ways she hadn’t thought possible.
His pleasure stoked hers, as if they were two bonfires burning close together, the flames of one joining with the flames of the other until they were both engulfed in it, creating one inferno of pure passion.
Yet, she could tell that he was holding back, being just as gentle as she had asked him to be. Each slow stroke was a wonder, soothing the initial sting until it faded, leaving only pleasure and heat and the desire for more.
“Faster,” she whispered, wanting to be entirely at his mercy, feeling the full intensity of their union.
He smiled against her mouth, and as he withdrew, he didn’t ease back inside her inch by glorious inch. He thrust into her with such abandon that she cried out his name until it echoed across the bay.
Her hands ran down the rippling muscles of his back until she found his firm buttocks, gripping the hard flesh to urge him deeper, while her own hips rose to meet his thrusts.
They moved together as one on the makeshift blanket, tangled and consumed by one another, their sawing breaths mingling between feverish kisses.
Indeed, Ailis couldn’t get enough, her whole body responding to his touch and his thrusts and his kisses and his caresses, her back arching, hips bucking, her lungs burning, as the deliberate brush of him against her swollen bud sent lightning bolt after lightning bolt through her.
The storm gathered, building toward the conclusion of all conclusions.
“Killian… me love… oh… oh, God… Oh!” Her entire body seized as the wave crashed, more intense than anything that had come before.
She didn’t even try to breathe, her head swimming as pleasure rushed and rushed in a great torrent. Her legs began to shake, and her back arched off the blanket, her eyes closing, her fingernails clawing at his back as that glorious, divine feeling pounded through her veins.
All the while, Killian plunged into her, sparking new currents of bliss with every urgent stroke. Listening to his groans, she urged him on, tilting her hips to take him deeper into herself, wanting him to feel what she was feeling.
“Oh, lass,” he growled. “Oh, love…”
He thrust harder, and then he stilled, his mouth finding hers in a slow and fiery kiss as his hips jerked. Ailis cried out as she felt him pulse inside her, that throb drawing out her climax until, with a sparking ebb, her pleasure began to recede.
But there was no disappointment that it had ended, only the thrill that she could enjoy him, enjoy this, whenever she desired.
Killian collapsed on top of her, his arms sliding beneath her in a heavy embrace that she welcomed, her arms wrapping around him in return. She could have stayed like that all day, safe beneath his weight, with his manhood still inside her.
“Nay, daenae,” she protested as he lifted himself up and slowly withdrew, bringing a little gasp to her lips.
He chuckled, low in his throat. “I’ll crush ye if I daenae.”
“So crush me,” she begged as he rolled onto his side and pulled her to him, pressing a kiss to her hair.
“I could never do anythin’ to hurt ye, love,” he told her, a smile on his face. A smile so radiant that it made him look even more impossibly handsome.
And he’s mine.
Ailis sighed contentedly and peered up at him. “I love ye,” she said, unafraid.
His smile widened, his eyes gleaming. “As I love ye.” He bent his head to kiss her lips. “Lady MacNairn.”
She chuckled, kissing him more deeply, then pulled back to whisper, “To a new era.”
“To a new era,” he echoed, brushing her hair from her face. “To an era of peace and love.”
She melted into his embrace, her desire swiftly building again as she kissed him and murmured her love confessions to him.
