Page 110 of The Laird’s Sinful Claim

The fabric gaped, and she pushed it down his hips, her breath catching as his manhood sprang free, thick and heavy, the head already glistening with arousal. She wrapped her fingers around him, her thumb swiping over the slick tip, and he hissed, his hips jerking into her touch.

“Damn it, Elinor,” he groaned, his voice strained. She stroked him slowly, her grip firm, her thumb circling the ridge of his crown.

His manhood pulsed in her hand, the veins beneath his skin throbbing. She could feel the way his control frayed, the way his muscles tensed beneath her touch. It was intoxicating, the power she had over him, the way he shuddered when she tightened her grip, when she twisted her wrist just so.

“Ye’re killin’ me, lass,” he rasped, his hand covering hers, stilling her movements.

She looked up at him, her lips curved in a wicked smile, her eyes dark with challenge. He chuckled, the sound low and rough, before grabbing her hand and pulling her to the bed, laying her down amidst the furs with a gentleness that belied the hunger in his eyes.

He followed her down, his body covering hers, the weight of him pressing her into the mattress. She spread her thighs, her core slick and aching, her fingers tracing the muscles of his arms as he settled between her legs.

The head of his manhood brushed against her folds, the contact sending a shudder through her. “Ye’re mine, Elinor,” he growled, his voice a dark promise.

She nodded, her breath coming in short, desperate gasps. “Aye, David. Only yours.”

He teased her, the thick length of him sliding through her wetness, his thumb finding her clit, circling it with maddening slowness. She bucked her hips, trying to take him inside her, but he held back, a smirk playing on his lips as he tortured her.

“Are ye sure ye want this? Ye ken that ye cannae turn back… and as gentle as I will try tae be, ye will feel a wee bit of discomfort,” he insisted, making sure she knew what she was gifting him.

“Please,” she begged, her voice hoarse, her nails digging into his shoulders.

His chuckle was dark, primal, as he finally, finally pushed into her.

The stretch was exquisite, the burn of him filling her completely, her walls clenching around him as he bottomed out.

Elinor cried out, her back arching off the bed, her body straining to take all of him after a first instant of pain. David groaned, his forehead dropping to hers, his breath hot against her lips.

“So tight,” he murmured, his voice rough. “So perfect.”

He began to move, his hips snapping in a rhythm that stole her breath. The bed creaked beneath them, the sound mixing with the wet slap of skin, the obscene squelch of her arousal as he pounded into her.

She could feel every inch of him, the way he dragged against her inner walls, the way his skin slapped against hers. The room was filled with the sounds of their passion—her moans, his grunts, the filthy words he whispered against her ear.

“Ye feel that, lass?” he growled, his lips brushing the shell of her ear. “Feel how deep I am?”

His words sent a fresh wave of heat through her, her body clenching around him. “Aye, just like that,” he praised, his pace quickening. “Take me, Elinor. Take all of me.”

She was close, so close, her body coiling tighter with each thrust. Her fingers clawed at his back, her legs wrapping around his waist, her heels digging into his ass as she urged him deeper.

“David, I—I can’t—” she gasped, but he cut her off with a searing kiss, his tongue claiming her as his manhood pounded into her relentlessly.

Her orgasm crashed over her like a storm, her body trembling as waves of pleasure ripped through her.

She cried out his name, her walls fluttering around him, her juices spilling around him. David groaned, his thrusts growing erratic, his own release building.

“Let me feel ye again, Elinor,” he commanded, his voice raw.

She obeyed, her body trembling as another wave of pleasure wracked her, her nails raking down his back. With a growl, David buried himself to the hilt, his manhood pulsing deep inside her as he came, his seed filling her in hot, thick spurts.

He collapsed on top of her, his weight pressing her into the furs, his heart pounding against hers.

For a long moment, they lay there, breathless, their bodies still joined. The fire crackled in the hearth, casting a warm glow over their tangled limbs.

David lifted his head, his eyes soft as he brushed a damp strand of hair from her forehead. “I love ye, Elinor,” he murmured, his voice tender. She smiled, her heart so full it ached, and reached up to cup his face, pulling him down for a slow, lingering kiss.

“And I ye, David,” she whispered against his lips.

As they finally disentangled, their skin slick with sweat, the furs clinging to their bodies, they both knew that was only the beginning.