Hugh lifted his head and looked down at her, savoring each slow thrust as if it were his last. Claire’s bewitching amethyst eyes smoldered with wanton pleasure. Knowing his wife was as consumed as he only served to fire his passions more. He thrust again, hard and deep, wringing a low, keening mewl from her. Another, harder earned him an elated gasp. Again, he matched her moan with a harsh groan.
“Yes, oh yes, Hugh.” His name became a breathy cry.
Cupping her bottom in his hands, he tilted her up and drove into her, drawing an enchanting yelp, but it wasn’t enough. He intended to make her scream loud enough this night to keep a blush upon her cheeks for a sennight more.
Hugh plundered her sweet body, harder and faster. Then faster still until her fervent cries tumbled one over the other. His own release was gripping him, but he denied its call. Only when Claire screamed his name as ecstasy took her did he allow the exhilaration of his own orgasm to rip through him.
He bent over her lax body, each breath ragged. Torn from deep within. Claire lifted her face to his and Hugh kissed her again, sliding his tongue along hers as she sighed contentedly. Her hands swept over his shoulders, down his back, to clench his arse. With another luxuriating moan, she arched her hips with him still buried inside her.
Unbidden, his sated body stirred once more and her satisfied laugh brushed against his lips. “My insatiable Highlander.”
“My greedy wife,” he countered and rocked his hips, hungry for more.
She laughed again, a joyous sound. “I love you, Hugh.”
“And I love ye,mo ghrá. More each day.”
Hugh proceeded to prove it and it was quite some time before more troubling thoughts came to mind again.
They might be temporarily subdued but unfortunately they couldn’t be so easily dismissed.
Emmy
Emmy collapsed against Connor’s heaving chest, every blood vessel in her body thrumming with rapture.
Again.
“You can keep doing that all you like,” she sighed, “but you’re not going to make the subject disappear.”
He chuckled and combed his fingers through her hair.
“I’ve brought ye to paradise four times this night,” his husky brogue was close to her ear. “And still that’s all ye hae to think aboot?”
Five times. But who was counting?
Draping herself over his hard body, she buried her face against his sweaty neck. “Connor, it’s two in the morning and my body is aching in places I didn’t even know I possessed. I’m exhausted, getting a little cranky, but no, this subject is not going to go away no matter what you—” Her breath caught as he arched beneath her.
Damn him. How could he keep doing this to her?
“Stop, please.”
His chest shook beneath her, his chuckle vibrating through her. Connor flipped her underneath him and lifted himself on one elbow. His brown eyes were deep, dark. Filled with love.
For her.
How could he know her body so well to make it sing over and over and not know how thoroughly he possessed her heart?
“Do ye surrender, lass?”
“Never.”
But the authority was lacking. Emmy’s gaze caressed his face, absorbing the sight of his rugged features. One she would never grow tired of. Not in a million years.
“How could you doubt me?” she asked again. “Even for a second? I love you so much.”
“And I love ye, lass.”
His lips touched hers again and he shifted until he was between her sore legs once more. The weight of him was heavenly, but she couldn’t let him distract her again. Pushing at his shoulders, she forced him to meet her eyes.
