Page 99 of The Laird’s Sinful Claim

"More," she demanded, her voice raw with desire, and he growled in response, a primal sound that sent a shiver down her spine.

He sucked, teasing her bud with his teeth before soothing it with his tongue, his rhythm relentless and intoxicating.

Her orgasm built like a storm, relentless and all-consuming. She cried out his name, her body tightening around his tongue as she shattered, her juices flooding his mouth.

David drank her in, his hands gripping her hips to keep her still as he continued to lick and suck, milking every last drop of her pleasure.

When she was trembling and boneless, he rose above her, his manhood thick and flushed, leaking pre-cum onto his belly.

Elinor reached for him, her hands trembling as she guided him to her mouth. He grabbed her head and thrust into her mouth in smooth motions, filling her, and she pleasured him with her mouth. Teasing him at the tip and taking everything in in equal measure.

As his breath turned ragged, she teased his manhood with her tongue, her body still buzzing from her first orgasm.

He growled her name, his grip on her head as he lost control, his manhood twitching inside her mouth. "Faster, Elinor," he commanded, his voice hoarse with need.

She obeyed, her mouth clenching around him as she kept pleasuring him. David pulled his manhood out and poured his seed out, his body shaking as he emptied himself in front of her.

He collapsed on top of her, his weight comforting, his heart pounding against hers. Elinor ran her fingers through his hair, her breath evening out.

"I’m yours, David," she murmured, her voice thick with emotion. He lifted his head, his eyes soft as he brushed a strand of hair from her face.

"Aye, lass," he replied, pressing a tender kiss to her lips. "Ferever. I love ye.”

“I love you too, David.”

And as the fire died down, they lay entwined, their hearts beating as one, the world outside forgotten in the warmth of their love.