Page 37 of The Highlander's Dare
Heat filled her face, and warmth flooded her insides at the memory. “Aye.”
“Och, aye, love, and it will get better every time.”
She relaxed beneath him, anticipating pleasure, trusting that he was right. “Kiss me, then.”
Graham leaned down; his kiss soft at first as he shifted inside her. Clara wrapped her arms around him and surrendered completely, pleasure building at her core in the same pulsing way it had when his mouth had been on her. Slowly, he withdrew and pushed back in; a rushed primal exhale from his lips, sending a shiver through her. His hands went beneath her, gripping her arse, tucking her closer. She lifted her legs up around his hips, her arms around his shoulders, clinging to him as he withdrew and thrust forward again.
The sensations whipping through her were intense, perhaps even more so than when he’d kissed herthere. The sensation of being filled, of being claimed, of knowing that this man was hers, and she was his, that they were sharing this incredibly passionate, intimate moment sent her head and heart spiraling along with the thrumming in her limbs.
Graham tore his mouth from hers to kiss her neck over toward her ear, where he nipped at her earlobe.
“Is it good?” he moaned into her ear.
A delicious shudder went through her, and she lifted her hips higher to meet his thrusts. “So good.”
“Aye, so good,” he agreed, kissing his way back down her neck to her collarbone, then lower until he tugged her nipple into his mouth and sucked.
Clara moaned at the sharp but pleasant sting. Between her thighs, pleasure mounted reaching for the precipice he’d already carried her over. She clung harder to him, kissing his neck, massaging his back, her roving fingers going lower until she gripped the round muscles of his buttocks. Beneath her hands, the erotic movements of his hips as he thrust in and out of her were mesmerizing and only seemed to heighten her enjoyment. Everything—his breath on her skin, his mouth, his heat, his hardness, the withdrawal and thrust. The sound of their panting, moans, their flesh coming together… All of it swirled up overhead and slammed into her at once as her body broke apart.
Clara clamped up around him, her nails pressing into his buttocks as her body shattered, the climax coming in wave after wave. She cried out, the sounds of her rapture echoing off the walls.
Graham murmured words of encouragement, his thrusts growing more rapid, his mouth claiming hers. And then he groaned against her lips, his entire body shuddering violently overtop of her, and a warm rush of liquid filled her channel. He continued to move, slowing as he went until the final shudders subsided from them both.
Elbows braced on either side of her, he remained still, their bodies connected. Neither of them moved. She didn’t want to. She wanted to stay like this forever. Wanted to do it again.
But eventually, he did roll to the side, a cool blast of air chilling her sweat-slick skin where his hot body had been.
Graham tugged her into his side and pressed a kiss to her forehead, and when she tilted her face up, to her lips. She lay in the crook of his arm, her leg draped over his.
“That was incredible, lass,” he whispered. “Ye are everything I dreamed of.”
She smiled against his skin. “I cannot believe we get to do this as much as we want for the rest of our lives.”
He chuckled. “Aye. And I plan to love ye morning, noon and night.”
“That many times? We can?”
“More if we want.”
She giggled. “I should like never to leave our bed.”
“I think we can manage that for a little while, but then my brother may demand we rouse.”
He slipped from the bed and wet a rag in the basin, bringing it back to wash between her thighs. His ministrations were soothing and sweet. When he was finished, he climbed back into the bed and tugged her into his arms.
She stretched her arm across his chest, hugging him closer. “I cannot wait to get away from Rose Citadel, to go to Scotland with you and begin our life.”
“Tomorrow. We will do it tomorrow.”
“I love you,” she murmured, placing a kiss to his heart.
Graham tilted her chin up and pressed his lips to hers, soft at first and then growing harder, filled with passion, and she felt her body answer his demand as pleasure and passion thrummed through her again.
“Can we…?” she asked against his mouth.
“Och, are ye no’ too sore?” His fingers danced through her curls, gently probing her folds.
“Not at all.”
