Page 86 of A Dangerous Highland Affair

Neacal’s eyes rolled back into his head, concentrating hard on holding himself back. Inside, a roar rocketed all the way through him.

He simply had to have this beautiful woman and fill her all the way through till dawn.

“Wheesht!” said Teasag playfully, but when he looked in her eyes, she was deadly serious. A light shone within her, which told him she was ready and not just ready but almost hurting with desire.

Gradually, Neacal revealed himself to her, his firm member aching for her touch. Smiling, Teasag took him in her hands and delivered the most intense sensation of bliss Neacal had ever known.

Rhythmically, Teasag stroked and cajoled him, teasing Neacal until he thought he would lose control. With a smile that he’d never seen before, she unleashed feelings that he had no control over and then leaned down further into him.

“Are ye sure?” Neacal asked as Teasag reached for him, pushing his hand towards her and intonating her desire.

“Aye, completely,” she purred. Teasag’s entire being was on fire. Neacal marveled at the sparks coming off her as she lay down beside him and placed his hands on her belly.

“Come on,” she said, as Neacal lowered himself gently inside her.

“Alright?” he asked, cagily, as slowly, he filled her, nudging forwards, little by little.

“Mm,” murmured Teasag. For a moment, she winced, but then as soon as he had fully entered her, eased. “Go on…,” she smiled, teasingly.

Neacal needed no other invitation. His ardor, which had been building for hours, grew in magnitude until he was deep inside her, pressing into her soft flesh with a passion.

“Can ye feel me?” he breathed, his lips nuzzling around her ears. How had he not noticed how perfect they were before?

Neacal stroked down her hair, caressing it lightly behind her neck. It felt so sweet, just like she was.

Tentatively, he glided through her soft, wet lips as he entered her.

“Oh,” moaned Teasag, in reply. Neacal grinned rapaciously. The look on her face was his answer. Teasag’s eyes widened as he probed in hard, passing through her silken walls and into her furthest depth.

Then it was his turn to gasp. She was as tight as a vice around him. The tautness of her passage making him burn and fizzle with delight.

It took every ounce of Neacal’s strength not to come inside her straight away. But, with extreme concentration, he pushed himself deeply, exploring the feel of her as she gasped and writhed below him.

“An’ this?” he nudged her harder, sending a shockwave through the two of them as she clung to his chest, and he discovered her soft folds with impunity.

Neacal laughed, out loud, as he delved further, like an explorer, finding her nooks and curves and enjoying every single inch of her velveteen walls.

“Yer so tight,” he murmured, as slowly he began to grind himself inside her. Every shudder of his hips sent an arrowhead of pure joy racing through him.

“Can ye go deeper?” Teasag murmured as Neacal cradled her in his arms and stared.

Can you go deeper? What a question! Without wasting a moment, Neacal thrust himself further inside her, feeling her squishy soft flesh yielding to his touch.

“What do ye think, darlin’?” he laughed, but softly, as Teasag moaned lightly in his arms.

Just the look of her, lying there, completely his, was enough to give him a rush. If he wasn’t careful, he would blow his load before he finished the job, and that was something that would never do.

He wanted Teasag’s first time to be as special for her as it was for him, but even so, a waspish streak crept into him. He would tease her until she could take no more.

So, teasingly, Neacal weaved in and out, thrusting himself deep and then pulling out until Teasag gasped and sighed.

He could tell she was utterly losing his mind, and the sight of her lying there, dazed and unable to control herself, sent him into a loop.

The thrill he got from the look on her face, consumed, enraged, on fire, poised somewhere between ecstasy and pain, drove his desire.

On and on, he surged, in and out, deep in the cut and thrust of her folds, one minute there, and the next gone—teasing her to within an inch of her life.

“Stop it,” she finally yelled, in a strange, muffled way. Her eyes were opened wide, showing a sight he had never seen before. Complete abandonment.