He kissed her tenderly, his mouth playing over hers with a sensual intensity. He released her lips and kissed along her jaw and down her neck, his tongue swirling around her ear. His lips moved over her collarbone, down to the valley between her breasts.
Molly gasped and her body trembled with pleasure. Every nerve ending in her body was alive, responding to him, wanting more.
He scooped her up into his arms and carried her to the bed, laying her down gently on the cool sheets. He kissed her again, their lips meeting passionately this time as he pressed himself against her. Molly felt herself melting under his touch, desire coursing through her veins and pooling in her stomach.
He slowly began to undress her, tugging at the hem of her dress and pulling it over her head. He caressed each of her curves with his fingertips, tracing circles up and down her body, moving ever closer to the apex between her legs. Molly arched into his touch, pressing herself against him eagerly.
Conall paused, taking in every inch of Molly’s naked body with raw hunger. Then he stepped back and removed his own clothes, revealing his sculpted torso and powerful limbs. Molly caught her breath at the sight of him—all hard planes and smooth skin—before reaching out to touch him cautiously. Her fingers moved lightly across his chest. Conall moaned in pleasure.
Molly’s breath quickened at the sound, and she let her fingers travel further down, tracing the line of hair that descended from his navel. She watched him, fascinated, as his nostrils flared and his breathing deepened.
Molly took him in her hand, stroking him gently, feeling him grow even harder beneath her fingers. She glanced up at his face. His eyes had closed in pleasure, his mouth slightly open as he panted softly.
She tugged on him, urging him to come closer and he climbed onto the bed above her, positioning himself between her thighs. He kissed her again, his lips and tongue moving over hers with a sensuality that was driving her mad. The way he made her feel was indescribable, and she never wanted him to stop. Everything about him—his touch, his taste, the sound of his moans, the way his eyes danced when he was smiling, everything about him was perfect.
“I want you,” she murmured against his ear.
Conall drew in a shuddering breath. His eyes found hers, dark with lust. “Say that again.”
“I want you.”
He groaned, then tilted his hips and thrust himself into her. Molly gasped at the sensation, her body opening to accommodate him as he slid in inch by inch. His eyes lost focus as he began to move, his breath harsh and raspy by her ear.
She arched into him, wrapping her legs around his as she shifted with him, their bodies moving in tandem. He kissed her neck, her lips, her ears, as they moved faster, their breathing growing heavier.
“I love ye,” Conall moaned as he moved. “I’ll love ye forever, Molly.”
She could hear the strain in his voice, and it only spurred her on. His grip on her tightened as he continued to thrust into her, the sound of their bodies meeting echoing around the room. Molly moaned, feeling her body tense and her heart begin to race.
“I’m going to...” She gasped, her legs shaking.
Conall kissed her, his tongue swirling with hers as he quickened his pace. Molly writhed beneath him, her breath coming out in ragged gasps as the first throes of her orgasm began to overtake her.
She never wanted it to end. She wanted to stay in this room with him forever, to make love to him forever.
She grabbed onto him as her body began to shake, the pressure mounting. She moaned as she shattered, her body quivering as she felt the waves of pleasure crash over her. She might have shouted his name but her thoughts were lost in the pulsing sensations.
Conall’s body tensed as he released inside her, ending with a low moan as he reached his climax. He collapsed beside her, his body still trembling as he struggled to catch his breath.
Molly felt her heartbeat pounding in her ears, and she had never felt so alive.
Neither of them spoke for a while, both of them content to lay there in each other’s arms, their breath slowing and their bodies cooling.
“Well,” Conall said, his voice a quiet rumble. “That was certainly a surprise.”
Molly chuckled. “You’re telling me. I think I’ll never be able to move again.”
He leaned over to look at her with a grin. “Oh, I think ye’ll manage, my love. I think I’m not done with ye yet.”
Molly let out a low laugh. “Oh? And what did you have in mind?”
Conall grabbed her hips and flipped her over so she was straddling him. His fingers traced lazy circles around her breasts. “How about I show ye?”
