and kissed their rosy peaks. Wanted to make tonight memorable, pleasurable for her. She was beautiful, the most beautiful woman he’d ever met.
He couldn’t get enough of her.
Abby moaned as Aedan’s tongue stroked her breasts with a care she’d not thought possible of him. It seemed opposite to how he was in everyday life. A man of no-nonsense, duty, and honor.
And it was this softer side of him she was afraid of seeing, of getting attached to. He was above her and she opened her eyes, their gazes locking as inch by delicious inch he pushed into her.
She strained against him, wanting to free her hands to bring him down for a kiss. She moaned his name, a plea for him to do more than fill her. She wrapped her legs about his hips and pulled him into her.
He stayed where he was, ignored her silent appeal, and continued to take her with long, slow strokes.
She’d not had a very good look at him before he took her, but by the feel of him, the delectable sensations sparking through her body, this Highlander was perfect in every way.
“Let me touch you.” Again she pulled on her hands and this time he let her go. She tugged him down onto her, needing to feel skin-on-skin, the graze of his chest hairs against her breasts. Feel the sheen of sweat that covered both their bodies.
His back tensed beneath her hands, the muscles flexing with every thrust. A mirror above them would be perfect right at this moment. He would look so hot reflected in that way, demanding delicious things from her body.
His lips took hers in a searing kiss, and she lost all thought. All she was left with was an overwhelming feeling of rightness. Shivers rocked her body, her core thrumming with the promise of a fantastic orgasm that was building within her with every stroke.
Abby sighed as his thrusts increased, his hands clasping her ass and pulling her higher against him. He was so deep, pushing against that special spot inside that so few men had ever reached. Her fingers scored down his back, holding him to her with a desperation that scared her.
“Don’t stop what you’re doing.” Her body trembled with the first shocks of her orgasm and she moaned. “Aedan, keep going.”
He did, kissing her deeply, matching his tongue’s movements to that of his cock. And then there was no control, he took her with little regard, demanding that she, too, reach the completion he was so close to.
And she did. She broke the kiss as her orgasm tore through her. For a moment, Abby couldn’t breathe, so powerful were the tremors that took her breath away.
Aedan continued to take her, her body wrapped around him like a second skin, before he pulled out and emptied himself against her mons, the action making her jump, her body still so sensitive from their love-making.
He came to lay beside her, pulling her against his chest, his hand idly stroking her back as their breathing slowly returned to normal. “Are ye alright, lass? I wasn’t too rough, I hope.”
She smiled against his chest, kissing a little mole that sat in the middle of his breastbone. “Not at all. I feel quite sated.”
He chuckled and jumped from the bed. She squealed as he picked her up and walked over to the bathtub, stepping in and sitting down with her on his lap. The water was tepid, but with the fire roaring in the grate it was far from cold.
Aedan searched beside his legs, before he found the soap he was looking for. He lathered it between his hands and then began to wash Abigail. With the friction of the soap and water, her body felt like silk, all smooth lines and his to relish.
His hand captured a breast, making sure to wash them well. Her head rested on his shoulder, her breathing more heavy with every minute that passed.
“You’re so beautiful. I don’t think I’ve ever seen skin as unblemished as yours.”
She turned to face him, resting her chin atop his chest. “You know, when you’re not going on about what constitutes the perfect wife and are instead enjoying yourself, you’re quite likeable.” She chuckled, and he basked in the honest sound of it. His feet tangled with hers, their bodies sliding against each other in unvoiced need. He bit back a groan as she pushed against his swollen manhood.
“I’m glad ye think so, lass. And I must declare, when you’re not