As their lips met again, the passion between them intensified. Their tongues danced together. Fiona could sense his erection, hard and straining against her.
With a low growl, Alisdair broke their kiss, his eyes burning with a fierce need that Fiona had never seen before. He gazed intensely and possessively at her as he slowly pushed her back onto the bed.
Fiona gasped as she felt the cold, hard surface of the bed beneath her, but she understood what was coming. Alisdair’s eyes never left hers as he positioned himself between her legs, his erection throbbing against her thigh.
“Are ye ready for me?” he growled, sending shivers down her spine.
“Aye,” she whispered, her eyes locked on his.
With a possessed expression, Alisdair slowly lowered himself onto her, their hips coming together. Fiona moaned as his hardness overwhelmed her.
“You feel so good,” he murmured, his lips brushing against her ear.
Fiona’s hands gripped his shoulders, her nails digging into his flesh. “I want you,” she breathed.
Alisdair began to move. Their bodies glided against each other in a slow, sensual rhythm that built to a frenzy. The air was thick with the scent of their desire. Fiona’s breath hitched with each thrust, her body responding to Alisdair’s caress in ways she had never before imagined.
His eyes never left hers as he drove into her, the fire in his eyes intensifying with each stroke. The tension between them built, the desire coursing through their veins like wildfire. They moved in perfect sync, their bodies a testament to the passion that had been building between them for so long.
Fiona clawed at Alisdair’s back, her body arching to meet his every thrust. The pleasure was unlike anything she had ever experienced before, a raw and primal connection that took her breath away.
Alisdair’s lips found her neck, his teeth gently grazing her skin as he continued to move inside her.
Their bodies moved in a perfect rhythm. A fire ignited within Fiona at every thrust. Her breaths came in short gasps, and her heart pounded wildly.
But even as the pleasure consumed them, they never lost sight of each other. Their eyes locked.
Afterward, she lay in his arms for a long while before reaching out and exploring him.
Her mind was only curious about one part of him, and that’s where her hand went. Her fingers wrapped around his hard length, her fingers brushing against his sensitive skin. She gazed at him, her eyes filled with a combination of fear and desire.
Alisdair moaned softly, his eyes never leaving hers. “Ye can caress me,” he whispered lustfully.
Fiona’s hand tightened around his erection, her grip firm but gentle. She stroked him slowly, her fingers gliding over the silky skin.
Alisdair groaned, his eyes closed for a moment as the sensation washed over him. He opened his eyes and gazed intensely, lustfully, and lovingly upon her. “Ye should never be afraid to explore,” he reminded her, his voice deep and full of promise.
Fiona bit her lip, her heart racing as she continued to stroke him. She held control over him. But there was also a vulnerability in her, a need to be cared for and cherished.
Alisdair raised his hand and gently cupped her face, his thumb brushing against her cheek. “Ye are beautiful,” he whispered in awe.
Fiona’s eyes filled with tears, her heart swelling with love for him. She leaned forward and kissed him. Their lips met in a fervent embrace.
Alisdair groaned, gripping her hips as their tongues danced and their breaths mingled. Fiona felt the warmth of his body against hers, the fire between them burning brighter with each passing moment.
As they kissed, Alisdair slowly eased her on top of him, their bodies locking together. Fiona felt him fill her even fuller than before. She didn’t know what to do, but she figured it out as she slowly began to move atop him.
Fiona’s eyes fluttered open, her face flushed with desire as she gazed at Alisdair. The air around them shimmered with their passion, the scent of their lovemaking lingering in the air.
Alisdair’s eyes met hers, his gaze filled with a mix of awe and tenderness. He leaned down, his lips brushing against her ear as he whispered, “Ye make me wild, lass.”
Fiona’s heart swelled for him, her body trembling. She reached up and gently cupped his face, brushing against his strong jawline. “Aye,” she breathed.
Their eyes locked, their hearts beating in unison as they savored the moment. But the fire between them still burned, their desire for each other too strong to ignore.
Fiona let her hands wander, tracing the lines of Alisdair’s body as she explored every inch of him. Her caress was gentle, yet possessive, as she reveled in the feel of his skin beneath her fingers.
Alisdair groaned softly, his body arching toward her as she continued to stroke him. His heart pounded wildly, his desire for her growing with every passing moment.
