Page 67 of Oath of a Highlander

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“Emeric,” she murmured, her hands finding their way to his chest, running along the hard planes of his abs. He groaned against her mouth, a low rumble that vibrated through her whole body, setting off a wave of delightful shivers.

His lips began a trail downwards—across her jaw, down her throat where he nipped and licked at her pulse point. Then lower still, tracing the curve where her neck met her shoulder before he reached the edge of her shift.

He paused, his eyes lifting to meet hers. There was a question in them, a request for permission. She answered by pulling the fabric over her head, discarding the shift onto the floor.

Emeric hissed at the sight of her, his gaze hungry as it roamed over her bare skin. “God help me,” he murmured against the shell of her ear before his lips began their descent once more.

Anna arched her back as Emeric’s lips left a trail of kisses along the valley between her breasts and then along her ribs. At the same time his hand caressed lower, a whisper of touch against her hip that made her sigh and move restlessly beneath him. Her fingers skimmed through his hair as hemouthed a path across her belly, every kiss, every nibble sending spasms of pleasure winding through her.

“Ye are beautiful,” Emeric murmured, his voice a velvet whisper in the dark.

She twisted beneath him, a keening whimper escaping her lips as his lips reached the tender flesh of her thighs. “Emeric,” she moaned, the sound half plea, half demand. He lifted his head to look at her and she caught a glimpse of his normally bright eyes, now dark with desire.

“I need you...” Her words hung heavy in the air between them, a plea echoing within the quiet darkness.

Emeric held her gaze as he slowly traced his fingers along her inner thigh, sending a shudder through her. “Are ye sure?” he asked, his voice barely more than a whisper.

She nodded fervently, unable to form words.

“Then ye shall have me,” he replied.

Slowly, Emeric began to move again. He started at her knees, placing soft kisses on the inside of her thighs that sent goosebumps racing across her skin. His hands were warm on her legs as he spread them apart to make room for himself between them.

With one hand, he expertly unwound the plaid from around his waist and tossed it away, leaving him gloriously naked before her. The sight of his arousal, all the glorious length of him nearly sent her over the edge. She reached out to run her fingertips along his length. Emeric’s eyes slid closed where he knelt above her and gave a long, shuddering moan.

He took her hand, guiding it with a gentleness that belied his desperation. “Anna,” he moaned, his voice choked with raw need.

His hand released hers as he positioned himself above her, his strong arms on either side of her head. His eyes roved over her face, as if memorizing every inch of her before his mouth descended onto hers in a searing kiss.

She wrapped her arms around his neck, kissing him desperately as he dropped his weight onto her and she felt the tip of him touch the heated skin between her thighs. She gasped into his mouth, her body arching instinctively closer. Emeric groaned low in his throat and his body shifted as she felt him pressing at her entrance. She bit her lower lip and tightened her grip on him, silently urging him on.

With one swift move, he thrust inside her. She gasped at the intrusion, her breath hitching as she felt the slow stretch of her body accommodating him. It was a beautiful mixture of discomfort and pleasure that left her clinging to him, her fingernails digging into the solid muscles of his back.

He stilled for a moment, allowing her time to adjust before he began to move. Slowly, he withdrew and then pushed forward again, a tender rhythm that had her gasping and moaning beneath him. Each thrust was a delicious pressure that built and built until she thought she would burst from it all. His body was hard and heated against hers, their slick, sweat-covered skin sliding together in a dance as old as time.

“Anna,” he murmured against her ear, his voice rough and husky. He moved deeper within her, his hands gripping her hips to angle her just right. “Tell me what ye need.”

“More,” she moaned. “Emeric...more.”

His response was immediate. His movements picked up speed, growing more fervent as he drove into her again and again. Their bodies rocked together on the bed, the only sounds in the room their breathy moans and the creaking of wood.

His name tumbled from her lips again and again amidst her gasps and moans and the sound only seemed to drive him wilder. His thrusts grew more powerful, each one jolting pleasure through her, driving her towards the edge.

“Emeric!” she cried out as he tipped her over the edge, and she exploded around him. Waves of pleasure rocked through her, making her convulse and shudder beneath him.

He followed a moment later, burying his face into her neck as he grunted and spasmed with his own release. Emeric collapsed beside her on the bed and pulled her into his arms. She went willingly, resting her head on his chest, his skin damp with sweat and the aftermath of their lovemaking. His heart pounded against her ear, matching the rapid beat of her own.

For a long while, they lay entangled in silence, the only sound their shared gasps for air. Anna’s fingertips traced absent patterns on his chest as she listened to his heartbeat gradually slow.

Emeric’s hand, calloused and warm, came to rest atop hers on his chest. He laced their fingers together, pressing a lingering kiss to her knuckles.

His voice was soft, barely above a whisper when he spoke. “Did I hurt ye?”

Anna turned her face into the crook of his neck, pressing a soft kiss to his skin. “No,” she murmured, her voice muffled against him. “Never that.”

A heavy sigh of relief rumbled through Emeric’s chest. His arms tightened around her in response. She felt so right there, wrapped in his arms. She had done it. She had taken the risk and it had resulted in...this. Lovemaking like she had never known before, yes, but something else as well, something she could not describe. It made her feel...alive.Hemade her feel alive.

“I never thought I would be so glad to get caught in a rainstorm,” she said eventually.