Page 53 of Highlander’s Evil Side

Beitris swallowed. Her teeth clenched against the pain. There was something else there. She moved against him, earning a harsh hiss from Fraser. His forehead pressed against hers while he shuddered.

“If ye do that, I don’t know if I will be able to hold onto my control.”

“It’s getting better,” Beitris whispered, still feeling pain but wanting him to move. She thrust against him again, and Fraser moaned. He buried his head into her shoulder. His hands gripped the blankets. “Ye can move, Fraser.”

Fraser groaned, his body moving instantly. His thrusts were slow at first, testing. He kissed her shoulder, her collarbone, before lifting his gaze to hers. His eyes searched her face, looking for any pain or fear, but she smiled up at him, her legs tightening around him. He gasped as she met his thrust, urging him to go deeper, faster. She tossed back her head, all pain leaving her and being replaced with pleasure.

“More,” she whispered.

Fraser growled, his body thrusting faster. She gasped as she felt him going deeper. One hand slipped between them, and his finger slipped around her little nub, stroking her while he thrust deeper and harder. She moved against him. Her hands stroked up and down his arms before entangling themselves in his hair. She pulled him to her, kissing him sloppily.

Fraser groaned as his tongue met hers, entwining around her into a dance. His hand pulled away from her core, and he grabbed her hips, keeping her steady as he moved inside her. She gasped as he rolled her over, her face flushing as she stared down at him. His eyes stared up at her, glossy with pleasure, while his hands stroked up and down her waist. Her embarrassment was quickly replaced by desire, and she moved against him, earning a groan from Fraser.

His hands cupped her breasts as she moved, pinching her nipples between his knuckles. Her mouth grew slack as she felt herself soar higher. She grabbed his hands, gripping them tight, needing something to ground her as she felt pleasure take her higher.

“Fraser,” she gasped, feeling herself reaching something, but she didn’t know what.

“Beitris,” Fraser moaned.

Beitris bit her lip, trying to contain the strange sounds demanding to surface. She gasped, her head lulling from side to side. “Fraser,” she said, louder this time. She whimpered, thrusting harder into him. He met her movements, his member pulsing in her. His hips moved faster, deeper.

“Fraser!” she shouted, her body reaching that something. She felt as if her body was shattering into tiny pleasurable pieces. Her hands gripped him painfully while she shuddered above him, her movements stilling.

Fraser stilled underneath her, a long moan escaping his lips as he emptied himself inside her. All her strength left her, and she toppled onto him, her face nuzzling his chest. Fraser rolled her over, cradling her in his arms. He stroked the hair away from her face and kissed her lips. She smiled up at him, stroking the side of his face. Beitris didn’t think it was possible to adore a man so much—a man she only met six days before—but she knew she wouldn’t be able to live without Fraser.

She cared for him too much.