Page 39 of Bewitching her Highland Savior

“When we get to Barra, I’ll make ye me wife,” he said; whispering in her ear. “But tonight, I’ll make ye mine.”

Liam set her back down into the water and Muriel unwrapped herself from him, steadying herself on the seabed. His fingers trailed down her body as he spoke; dipping lower and lower until they found her mound. Muriel couldn’t hold back a moan at the sudden contact, his searing touches a contrast with the water around them. When his fingers began to trace circles over her sensitive flesh, her head snapped back, mouth hanging open in a silent scream.

“Do ye like this?” Liam asked. “Tell me.”

Muriel could only hum in agreement, her hips swaying with each of Liam's finger strokes. When she felt one of them squeezing through her opening, she exclaimed, her nails digging into Liam's shoulders.

“Are ye alright?” Liam asked. “Am I hurtin’ ye?”

“Nae,” she said and the moment he got confirmation – Liam curled his finger, hitting a spot inside her that had her seeing stars. “Please, dinnae stop. Do that again.”

“Greedy,” Liam growled in her ear. “I’ll give ye everythin’ ye want.”

Liam did as Muriel asked; the pad of his finger rubbing that spot deep inside her. Soon, he pressed another finger in and Muriel couldn’t take it anymore. Her pleasure crested over her, every muscle in her body tightening and releasing at once as she reached her climax. Ripples of it flowed through her afterwards, leaving her shaking in Liam’s arms.

For a moment, Muriel rested against him; letting her head fall on his shoulder. But once she had caught her breath, she came back up to kiss him, still yearning for more. Now that she had gotten a taste of him, it wasn’t enough.

“Make me yers, then, Liam,” she said, whispering against his lips.

Another growl ripped through Liam as he grabbed Muriel’s hips, like a rabid animal. He carried her through the water, his lips never leaving hers as he walked to the shore until he lay her down on the sand. Then he kissed a trail down her neck, chest, and stomach before dipping between her legs and pressing his tongue flat against her.

Muriel gasped, half in surprise and half in pleasure. She put her arm over her eyes, too embarrassed to have Liam look at her face but he was quick to push it away.

“Look at me,” he said. “I want you to watch as I do this to ye.”

Muriel had no choice but to obey, his words impossible to ignore. The next touch of his tongue drew a desperate moan out of her and had her shaking with want. He never looked away from her eyes as he pleasured her; groaning as though she was the best thing he had ever tasted.

When he came back up and kissed her, Muriel could taste herself on him.

“I’ll go slow but I cannae hold back anymore,” Liam said as he took himself in his hand and lined his manhood with her opening. By then, Muriel was so eager that he slipped inside her with more ease than she had expected.

Muriel was taken aback by his first drag against her. She let her legs fall a little wider, her hands scrambling to grasp Liam as he eased himself inside her until he was completely buried. The first sting of pain made her breath hitch and her hips to shift away from Liam, but he stilled and whispered sweet nothings in her ear, giving her time to adjust. Muriel could feel him all over her, his hands caressing her hair, his skin like a branding iron against her own. The pain gradually faded, replaced by a deep, aching need, and she nodded, urging him to move again. Her fingers curled into Liam's hair as his next thrust elicited a moan from her.

When she had imagined what it would feel like, she had never thought it would feel this good.

“Are ye alright?” Liam asked once more. “Do ye want me to stop?”

“Nae!” Muriel said; sounding a little more desperate than she would have liked. “Nae, please, dinnae stop. It feels… it feels good.”

The smug smile Liam gave her was endearing. She liked seeing him like that, confident and in command, and she couldn't stop herself from pulling him in for a kiss. Every hip thrust drew soft, satisfied sighs from her, which only grew louder when his hand found her breast again.

“Ye feel good,” Liam said; giving a particularly hard thrust that made Muriel go boneless. “I love ye, Muriel. I love ye so much.”

Muriel could hardly believe her own ears. Her heart beat fast in her chest, so fast that she feared she would faint – her stomach twisting in the best possible way.

“Ye do?” she asked.

“Aye,” Liam said. “I love ye more than anythin’.”

“I…I love ye, too,” she admitted. “I love ye, Liam.”

Her words seemed to spur Liam on and his thrusts quickened as he gripped her thighs; holding them wide open. Now every move of his hips had Muriel shouting his name as he brought her close to the edge once more.

“That’s it, mo ghràdh,” he said. “Show me how much ye like it.”

Muriel screamed his name one more time as she spasmed against him; her pleasure overtaking her once more. Her entire body was on fire, tingling with the sensations and her chest heaved under Liam’s hands.

He soon followed her. After a few thrusts, he kissed her; drowning his moan against her lips as he spilled inside her. Muriel hissed as Liam pulled himself out of her and rested his head on her chest. Her hand came up to card through his hair, and she giggled for no apparent reason.