Page 38 of Claimed by the Clan Chief

The warm sensation made him lock his knees for fear of them buckling. His abdomen tensed to stone.

Will I even survive this?

She reached up and gripped his hips, her tiny fingers digging into his flesh in a way that confirmedherpossession of him. McTavish was happy to be owned by her the way he possessed her. It was how it was meant to be. They belonged together and to each other.

He slid his cock deeper onto the wetness of her tongue. The sensation was sweet yet so intense. His balls retracted and a nagging pressure quickly built at the base of his shaft.

“Ah, Jesus, that’s it.” He ran his hands into her thick hair and gripped it close to her scalp. “Keep going.”

She did just that. Sinking onto him until his glans lodged against the back of her throat.

She didn’t gag or push away, instead she seemed to suckle him while he was nestled there.

He closed his eyes and tipped his face to the sky. “God, give me strength.” It felt so good and was listing him so near the edge. Could he control himself?

I have to.

She pulled back, a long slow suck accompanying the withdrawal.

“Isla,” he gasped. “Oh, hell, aye, that’s it.” He hissed in a breath then blew it out.

She didn’t let his glans slip from her mouth, instead she sank deep again, faster this time. Then she repeated the movement, over and over.

He felt the drive of her head and swayed his hips in time with her. Soon he’d come, he knew that for a fact.

“Isla…”

Her fingers tightened on his hips, her nails digging small crescents into his flesh. He didn’t care. All he cared about was fucking her mouth. This beautiful woman who was clearly a natural at oral sex.

“Argh.”

It was there. Extreme pleasure held his body captive as burning hot release burst up from his balls, through his shaft, and into her mouth.

He held her close as she swallowed his pleasure down. Gulp after gulp, her throat tugging the end of his cock. She made no move to get away or struggle.

A long, low groan rumbled from his chest. He let it swirl up to the sky. Bliss extended to all of his limbs. A full body tremor attacked his spine and he sank a little deeper, but only for a second then he pulled out and scooped her up. With his hands beneath her arms he dragged her to standing and kissed her through his breathlessness.

She clung to him, her small hands gripping his shoulders and her delicate body pressed to his. He’d just come but another wave of need attacked him.

“Isla,” he said against her lips. “I love you.”

“I love you too.”

“But Ireallydo.” Did she have any idea of the intensity of his feelings for her? They were about to wash him away, make him a crumbling wreck. If anything were to happen to this woman how would he live? How would he go on? There was no future without her.

She cupped his face and touched her nose to his. “Ireallylove you too, Trevor McTavish. With every beat of my heart and every whisper of my breath I love you.”

“Say you’re mine.”

“I’m yours.” She kissed him. “Forever.”

“I see no need for a priest, you are my wife and I am your husband.”

“Aye, that is a truth.” She looked up at the sky then twisted to the waterfall. “She has seen. She sees everything.”

“Who does?”

“Mother Nature. This is her plan for us and we have her blessing.”

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