Page 158 of Claimed Highland Brides

CONSUMMATION

Aileen sat up, staring at Barclay as he worshipped her flesh as if she was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen. Her heart still pounded with fear, but she did not want to stop him. Every touch was a spark that ignited into a hot and burning flame, consuming her with need and lust.

She teetered between total surrender and the need to hold something of herself back to protect herself. He spread her legs, his head descending slowly towards her wet and pulsing center.

“Wha’ are ye doing?”

He merely smirked before burying his head between her legs, his tongue flicking out to lick and suck, tantalize and distress her. She squirmed, torn between the urge to run and the need to smash herself into his face and beg for more.

Need won over fear, and she was arching into him, moaning and pleading for more, harder, deeper. Even as her cheeks were hot, unable to believe the words coming out of her mouth, her hands were seeking his soft blond locks, pulling at them, urging him closer.

She truly had not been expecting this.

You were wrong, Fiona. Some men do have the patience.

Her body began to undulate as she was ignited with little fires everywhere. Her skin felt too small for her spirit, which wanted to soar into the air and expand into some infinite thing, connected to every other thing in the world.

Suddenly he stopped his ministrations, and she couldn’t help but whimper in protest.

“Patience mo chridhe,” he murmured as he pushed off his trews. Curiosity had her sitting up on her elbows to stare at his manhood, looking so large and long, standing to attention.

“Oh,” she whispered in awe, eyes widening as her center pulsed in anticipation. He smirked, watching her, and then took hold of her legs, placing them on his shoulders. “What are ye…” Her words trailed off as she felt his hardness rubbing against her entrance.

She closed her eyes, not sure if she wanted to see this. She expected pain; there was no way a member that large would be able to breach her without it. As a result, it came as a surprise when her body opened up to him with no resistance, so wet and ready to be filled. He pushed into her slowly; she could feel her insides expanding to accommodate him as he split her open like a peach.

“Oh…” Her tone was one of mixed relief and awe. He bent down, covering her with his body, her own practically bent in two. It was all so immediate—the feel of him, the musky scent of his skin, a combination of sweat, the whiskey he’d been drinking, and beneath that, something unique to him overwhelmed her. She did not think she had ever been this close to another person in her life.

There were a sting and a pinch, and she jerked in surprise, eyes widening. He froze, watching her with concern. “Are ye alrigh’?”

Slowly, she nodded as the pain subsided.

“I’ll go slow,” he promised, pushing deeper into her, his face a mask of concentration. She watched him, alight with curiosity, so intent on his face she almost forgot that he was breaching her. Suddenly she felt his skin upon hers, the curve of his balls flattened against the cheeks of her bottom.

He stopped moving, watching her eyes for she knew not what.

“Have we done it? Is it finished?” she whispered.

He laughed. “Oh no, my dear. We are yet to start.”

She frowned, wondering what else there could be. Then he pulled back and drove into her again.

“Ah!” The exclamation was mostly surprise, both at his movement and the jolt of reaction it had elicited from her flesh. He pulled out again and pressed into her, and she moaned, her legs crossing over his neck as he pounded slowly over and over into her, each thrust eliciting a jolt that reverberated through her flesh until she could feel his thrust on the tips of her fingers.

This is fantastic!

She began to help him. As he pushed into her, she arched into him, ensuring he reached deeper, jolted her harder. Her hands went to her shins, holding them steady and trying to give herself some leverage.

“Oh!” She wanted to scream as a bubble began to grow, stemming from the very core of her being and growing steadily in heat and light, engulfing her entire being as it popped into a thousand nerve endings sparking and exploding within her. Her entire body shaking with reaction, she held on for dear life, hearing him grunt, the pace of his thrust increasing exponentially as her body locked around him.

“Aye, oh, just like that,” he moaned as his body began to shake too.

Wetness flooded her insides as he convulsed above her, veins standing out in his temples, his face red and strained. She reached out to touch him, afraid that perhaps she was hurting him.

“Are ye alrigh’?” she whispered.

He further alarmed her by collapsing on top of her, breathing hard. Tentatively, she closed her arms around his neck, allowing her legs to fall straight as her thighs trembled and sweated.

They lay together, just breathing.