Her admission shattered what little restraint he had left. He laughed, the sound low and uneven, as he dragged his tongue along the curve of her neck. “Then heaven help ye, lass.”
Slowly, deliberately, he thrust his hips. The head of his cock slid past her entrance, and her heat wrapped around him like molten silk. He brushed his chin against her shoulder, savoring the contact, and pushed deeper. Her luscious slickness stole his breath, her body a tight, welcoming haven.
A moan escaped her lips, sending a bolt of pleasure through him. He turned her face toward his, capturing her mouth in a deep, open-mouthed kiss, offering his lips as comfort. Two thrusts, and he met her barrier. She was so tight. He had to go slow.
Holding her hip, he pushed forward, breaking her maidenhead.
Her cry rang out, raw and unguarded, her head lifting from the pillow as her fingers curled against his forearm. Boyd stilled, his heart pounding fiercely, his lips drawing assurances against her skin.
“Shh... it’s all right,” he whispered, his voice hoarse with reverence as he paused to let her adjust.
Boyd trailed kisses over her cheek, her jaw. “No more pain, love. Never again.”
He began to move in slow, measured strokes, her tightness and warmth consuming him, each glide stealing the breath from his lungs. The ache was almost too much, but he welcomed it, determined to hold back until her pleasure bloomed.
He felt the shift in her when she relaxed her leg, the cheeks of her buttocks going lax, allowing him to enter her fully.
“Yes, lass, take me inside you, all of me.”
Boyd slid his hand over the curve of her hip, his fingers finding her clitoris. He circled it slowly, teasingly, coaxing her to feel the same fire that consumed him.
Beth’s eyes squeezed shut, her teeth sinking into the soft flesh of her hand.
Was he hurting her? His movements faltered.
“What is it, love?” His voice dropped. “Why are ye tense as a hare cornered by a Highland hound?” He cupped her cheek, his thumb brushing against her flushed skin.
Her lips trembled. “A lady’s passion must be softened by modesty.”
His breath came out in a sharp exhale, equal parts frustration and desire. This lass and her damnable guidebooks.
“Beth, not here,” he growled, his voice thick as he pressed deeper, filling her completely. He held still, making her feel every inch of him, his hands firm on her hips. “None of that in my bed. My Beth doesn’t hide.”
Her eyes fluttered open, the wide, green gaze locking onto his as her breath hitched. He tapped her mound, adding to his assault on her clit.
“My Beth,” he murmured, his lips brushing against her ear, “can be wild, scream to her heart’s content. Let me hear your pleasure, love.”
A tremulous moan escaped her lips, and her body arched, her hips pushing back to meet his.
“Ahhh,” she keened, her eyes rolling as Boyd pushed deeper, grinding his hips into her backside.
“Louder, Beth. Fill my life with your voice.”
He thrust, and thrust and thrust, and her answering cry broke free, her body clenching around him.
Her head fell back against the pillows, her mouth open, breaths spilling in ragged gasps. She was a vision of unguarded beauty—milky skin flushed with heat, her curves pliant under his touch, utterly and entirely his. He pressed her breast, his thumb teasing her nipple in rhythm with the slow, deliberate strokes of his hand. Her release crested like a wild, untamed wave, her belly trembling against his palm, the sound of her pleasure fierce and raw, echoing through the room like a Highland battle cry.
He needed closer to her. Boyd withdrew only to guide her onto her back, his pulse pounding with the need to claim every inch of her anew.
Legs spread apart, she opened her arms to him. He lowered his weight to her, chest to chest, and slipped inside her sex until he was seated to the hilt.
He buried his face in her neck, breathing in the intoxicating scent of her skin.
The bed creaked beneath them as he penetrated her, and he relished the sound of their lovemaking, a conquest over the silence that had plagued his life.
Boyd held her close as they pushed into each other. He didn’t know who was entering who anymore, both giving and receiving, both grounded and weightless, lost and found in each other’s arms. His vision blurred as she kissed his jaw, and his chest ached, his heart swelling to hold every bit of her.
“Sweet, sweet Beth,” he murmured, his voice rough and breathless as his lips traced over her eyelids, her brows, lingering over each freckle.
