Page 86 of Highlander of Steel
“I already told ye, love,” he said softly, pulling her to him. “I’ll be gentle. Do ye trust me?”
She nodded, looping her arms around his neck.
“Then trust me,” he said, dipping his head to kiss her fiercely.
She surrendered to the graze of his mouth and the glide of his tongue and the press of his arms, kissing him back with equal fervor, relishing the sensation of his bare skin against hers.Nothing between them, pressed so close that his warmth seeped into her, the chill of the autumn morning forgotten.
As the kiss deepened, his hand slipped between them, smoothing down the curve of her stomach until he found that secret source of pleasure once more.
The slow strum had her gasping against his lips, her hips bucking, her desire soaring to the point where she wanted him now, without delay.
“Oh, Killian,” she moaned, her fingernails raking across his skin. “Oh, love… oh…”
Seemingly spurred on by the sound of her bliss, Killian began to kiss away from her mouth. His lips trailed down the side of her neck before navigating the slope of her collarbone and dipping to capture a pink nipple in his mouth.
She cried out as he sucked, a current of exquisite bliss rippling through her, feeling the pull in every nerve and muscle and limb, driving her toward ecstasy.
Just then, he paused his strumming, his fingers sliding through her slick folds. Her breath hitched as, timed to the searing suck of his mouth, he pressed his fingers inside her, his thumb resuming those stirring strokes on her bud.
“Oh, love…” she gasped, her entire body thrumming with pleasure, so many sensations at once making it hard to think, tobreathe, to imagine that anything existed beyond him and the way her whole being wished to surrender to him.
It was, perhaps, the first time in her life that she believed she had the right to be happy and to experience all of the good things in the world after so many years of being confined behind castle walls.
Killian was her beacon in stormy seas, guiding her toward the light, toward the good, toward the promise of joy and pleasure and a life worth living.
She clung to him as he lavished his attention on her, overwhelming her in the best possible way with wave after stirring wave of raw bliss. All gathering together to create a surging tide of euphoria that rose higher with every touch and kiss and suck and caress.
And then, that delicious tidal wave struck, in a rush so powerful that she would have lost her balance if Killian hadn’t had his arm around her.
“Oh, me love,” she panted, holding him close. “Oh… oh, love…”
She cried out his name and held on tightly, her fingernails digging into his back as pleasure pummeled through her veins, her entire being swept away to a place of pure ecstasy.
Killian sought her mouth as bliss overwhelmed her, kissing her hot and hard and fierce, keeping her anchored through the wonder of her conclusion.
And as her pleasure began to ebb, leaving behind warmth and the smoldering embers of bliss, he picked her up. She gasped and held on tightly, a breathy laugh escaping her lips as he slowly sank down onto the sand. Keeping her close, he quickly arranged his plaid into a blanket and laid her on it, the press of his naked body against hers coaxing another gasp from her.
Her breath caught at the brush of his manhood against her bud, her hands running up his muscular chest, while her eyes held his. She had never wanted anything more than she wanted him, at that moment.
“This may hurt a little,” Killian told her gently, brushing a lock of hair from her face. “If it’s too painful, tell me and I’ll stop, and I’ll pleasure ye in every other way I can.”
She swallowed thickly, her heart beating so fast, her body still tingling from her first climax.
“I trust ye,” she breathed, excited and nervous in equal measure, and desperately trying to remember the things Kristen had told her about what came next.
“Daenae think too much,”a voice whispered in her head as Killian moved between her thighs.
Sudden pressure prompted her to grip his arms, her hips trembling with the impulse to buck and take him into herself. But he seemed conscious of her nervousness and slowly moved his hips, his manhood gliding through her sodden folds, brushing over that electric bundle of nerves to stir her up into a fresh frenzy.
“I want ye,” she moaned, her back arching up off the makeshift blanket. “Oh, I want ye…”
Pressing a kiss to her lips, he pulled his hips back and then eased inside her.
Her breath hitched, her eyes closing at that unfamiliar, delicious sensation. There was a slight sting, but it was nothing compared to the swell of pleasure that it elicited within her, a balm to the faint pain of taking him inside her for the first time.
“Are ye hurt?” Killian asked in a husky voice.
She moaned, shaking her head. “Nay… nay, I’m nae…”
