Page 41 of Draped in Plaid
“I want all of you inside me,” I pleaded.Ohmygod…I’d never felt anything like this. A sweet, aching need.
“Soon.” He withdrew slightly and then pushed again, and I relaxed into the excitement of the forbidden.
There was a brief moment when my eyes opened and I realized we were not alone—and not even like in the glen when we’d all made love to bring on the magic of time travel, but an even larger audience now… Guards, the madman.
And I didn’t care.
I just wanted Rory to keep doing what he was doing. Bring me to climax once more.
His fingers were still stroking me, the broken chains around his wrists gently tapping at my thighs. Uncontrollable shudders passed through me with every touch. I could barely breathe. Couldn’t see. My eyes closed tight, head back resting against his shoulder as he kissed my neck, stroked my breasts.
When he started to slow down, I begged, “Don’t stop, please. Finish me.”
Rory growled against my ear, biting my skin as he sank all the way inside me.
I cried out in the intensity of the pleasure. He was filling me. Stretching me. Touching me in a place that I never imagined possible. Evoking sensations I never would have imagined.
“Heaven help me,” he moaned against my ear, his hands stilling on my hips, gripping me tight.
He shuddered behind me, his hands trembling.
“Are ye all right?” he asked.
“So right…”
“Thank God.” Gently, he eased out. Wetness dripped from my sex, with tender fingers, he slid some of it up over his cock.
I’d had enough with slow. I wanted him hard and fast. I pushed back against his throbbing cock, forcing him back inside my tiny entrance.
“Moira…” he growled, holding tight to my hip.
“Harder,” I demanded.
“I dinna want to hurt ye.” His concern for me was nothing less than what I expected. My loving, tender, devoted husband.
“I’ll tell you, I swear, but I might die if you keep this torment going. I need you. I need you hard and fast.”
“As ye wish, my love.” He quickened his pace, pulling out and then driving back inside. Every thrust sending a maelstrom of sensation whipping through me. His fingers still stroked over my clit, increasing their pace and pressure. His other hand kneaded my hip. His tongue on my neck.
We moved in perfect harmony, our hips rocking in a heady frenzy, until the first tremors of an orgasm knocked into me.
I cried out, moaning and gasping as the apex of one of the most powerful orgasms I’d ever had gripped me, centered somewhere deep inside and shattering over my entire body.
“Saints,” Rory growled, quaking behind me, his hot climax melting my insides.
We trembled together for some time. I twisted my head around, his mouth finding mine, we kissed with passion and love and desire.
“I love ye,” he whispered. “For all the days of my life.”
