Page 92 of Highland Spy

A sound rumbled low in his throat. He returned her passion with his own, echoing her need. His hands roamed over her body, all soft curves and lean lines, and pulled her gently to the floor.

He lay over her, his cock aimed toward the heat of her sex. She watched him with half-lidded eyes, her lips parted.

He shouldn’t do this.

She was one of his girls.

A maiden.

And too damn good for the likes of him.

The thought flashed through his mind before she flexed her hips toward him and brushed against the head of his cock.

All protests in his mind died away.

Ariana cradled his body between her legs and he carefully arched forward until the blunt edge of him nudged against the wet heat he so desperately sought.

“Yes,” she said. It was a whimper strained by the same longing he felt.

He needed no further encouragement. His mouth came down on hers and he kissed her deeply while he thrust into her, quick and sharp to pierce her maidenhead without drawing it out and making it more painful than it had to be.

She flinched, but made no sound.

She was so tight, the impossible pressure around him the most uncomfortable bliss he’d ever experienced.

He had to fight the urge to pump his hips. “I dinna want to hurt ye,” he managed.

He hadn’t meant it as a challenge, but her lips quirked to one side as if she had just accepted one. “I told you.” She arched her hips and slid them toward him once more. “I’m tougher than I look.”

The friction of movement made desire coil and knot inside him.

He shifted to position himself directly over her, and flexed his hips forward, penetrating her slowly.

Ariana’s lips parted and she gasped softly at the intimate contact.

She watched him through slitted eyes, her gaze so languid and erotic, he couldn’t make himself stop staring. He thrust again, and her lids fluttered with euphoria before her eyes opened and found his once more.

Her hips rocked up and down with his, hesitant at first, a student learning a new technique, and then faster, harder, with the same determined force of spirit she applied to all her training.

Her movements glided in time with his and the tension was building, greater and greater.

Tight.

She was too tight.

The friction was too much.

Connor grit his teeth against the pleasure, against the hot swollen throb of his body’s insistence.

He caught her hands in his fists and pushed them to the ground in an attempt to still her so he could enjoy her even longer.

Her breasts arched upward, and he slowed his pace, gliding in and out, teasing his climax back. She did not fight his restraint.

He flicked his tongue against one tempting nipple before closing his mouth over it. Her soft whimper of pleasure was more than he could take. His cock jerked in appreciation and he plunged harder, deeper into her, riding the wave he could no longer hold at bay.

Her cries were husky and loud in his ear and her hips quickened their pace with his. He held her hands tighter and lost himself to the force of his own undoing.

His energy exploded from him in a roar of pleasure so great, it left stars dancing in his vision. His heart thundered in his chest and every part of his body tingled with the effects of intense euphoria.