Page 18 of Enchantment of a Highlander

Finally, blissfully, the length of his cock settled against her, insistent where it bumped against the center of her heat.

He held her against his body and carried her to the shore. She felt herself lowered to the sun-warm grass on the bank.

He stretched his body on top of hers in their haven that smelled of sunshine and nature. His skin was still cool from the loch—a delicious contrast to the sizzling need inside her. His hand moved between them and something hot and blunt rubbed against her slick center.

Celia leaned her head back and moaned until he captured her lips once more.

His sweet torment was more than she could bear. Her nerves were strung tight and her body trembled. She widened her legs and lifted her hips toward him, silently demanding what she wanted.

What she needed.

What she intended to get.

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Alec stroked the tip of his cock against Celia’s ready entrance. She moaned beneath his mouth and caught his bottom lip between her teeth.

For a woman so guarded and cold not two weeks prior, she certainly burned hot with passion now.

A passion he planned to sample again and again.

He slid a hand up one smooth thigh and curled her leg around his waist. He wanted her in one thrust, hard and deep.

Her other leg slid over his body so her heels rested against his buttocks. He stared down at her face, eager to see the passion flutter her lashes closed.

In one move, he shoved inside her slippery sheath.

Her eyes flew open with shock and his body locked tight, freezing him within her.

Had he gone too deep? Had she been…

His stomach clenched.

“Were ye a maiden?” he asked.

She closed her eyes and flexed her hips against him. “Don’t stop.”

He gritted his teeth against the painful pleasure of her tightness.

He had his answer and he wasn’t proud of what he’d done. Disappointment for himself at his misdeed swept at the haze of his lust.

His hands fisted in the soft earth and the scent of warm soil mixed with the heady perfume of their coupling.

Then she squeezed around him, trapping him where he hovered inside her.

Something primal inside encouraged him to stroke deep within her. He knew what that something was—his darkness, the one encouraging of rapacious acts.

Her heels pressed into his buttocks, pushing him deeper inside her, closer to the edge of surrender.

“Don’t. Stop.” She opened her eyes and regarded him with a heavy-lidded gaze.

“Ye know I want ye as my mistress.” He searched her glassy stare, hungry for her to say something. Aye, he wanted this, but he knew he’d want her again. He knew he wanted so, so much more from this mysterious woman.

She tucked her lower lip into her mouth and nodded.

Her hips ground against his in a show of helpless frustration. The muscles along his back knotted against the incredible pleasure of her movements.

Everything in him ached to move within her, to give her what she asked for.