Page 48 of To Heal a Laird
He devoured her with his eyes, from her glossy brown hair, swan-like neck, and her upstanding breasts with their rose-pink nipples. Her waist was tiny, and curved outward into round, womanly hips and long, shapely legs; she took his breath away.
For her part, Amanda was gazing at the most magnificent man she had ever seen. As a healer, she was well acquainted with the male body, but she had never seen one as beautiful as this.
Hamish’s shoulders were broad, as was his chest. His biceps bulged, and his torso, with its rows of rippling muscles, tapered down to narrow hips, then powerful thighs and calves.
“I have never seen such a magnificent man,” Amanda breathed, before she moved into his arms. “Make me your wife, Hamish.”
“Gladly,” Hamish said, smiling at her lovingly.
He picked her up and laid her down on the bed, then looked her up and down for a long moment before he kissed her tenderly.
In moments, they were tangled in a passionate frenzy, with Hamish suckling Amanda’s breasts, and Amanda gripping and pumping his hard shaft with a tight grip that made Hamish groan with pleasure and moan her name again and again.
He moved down to work his magic on her most sensitive spot, loving the scent and taste of the woman he loved, then he looked up.
“Are you ready for me, Amanda?” he asked.
He was desperate to be inside her.
Amanda shook her head.
“Kneel,” she commanded, pointing between her legs.
Hamish was baffled, but obeyed Amanda’s order.
She reached out and took the shaft of his manhood in her mouth, then proceeded to suck it hard and pump it with her hand, faster and faster, till Hamish was almost at the point of no return. She heard his desperate moan of need, then suddenly she slowed down and stopped, looking up at him with a mischievous grin.
“You’re killing me, woman,” he whispered hoarsely.
For answer, Amanda took him in her mouth again and began to lick and swirl her tongue around his shaft and gently scrape him with her teeth.
It was the sweetest kind of torture, but just as Hamish was about to reach out to grasp ecstasy, Amanda let go. She looked up at him, then smiled and licked her lips.
“You are so wicked!” he said hoarsely. “Where did you?—”
“Learn about using my mouth?” Amanda asked, her eyes twinkling. “From my sisters, of course. They told me all about it. Now, make me your wife, Hamish. I can’t wait any longer.”
Their first coming together as man and wife was not tender, but hungry and passionate, as Hamish thrust into Amanda harder and faster than he had ever done before, since now, there was no need to hold back. For the first time, he spilled his seed inside her as he reached the most titanic climax ever.
Amanda could hardly believe the sensations he was awakening inside her now that they had time and space to themselves, and when she came, it was akin to a lightning storm inside her. She cried out Hamish’s name, but he silenced her with a passionate kiss, and they shuddered in each other’s arms, breathless for a moment before descending into the delicious languor of the afterglow.
They lay, still silently joined together for a long while before Hamish asked, “How do you feel, Lady McNeill?”
Amanda sighed as she looked into the apple-green eyes of the man she loved. “As if I could fly,” she murmured, smiling. “And you, My Laird Husband?”
“Free,” Hamish replied. “For the first time in my life I feel free, Amanda, because of you.”
He planted a soft kiss on her lips.
Amanda reached up to run her hands over his thick golden hair and smiled.
“You will never be free of me, my love,” she said lovingly. “For I will never let you go.”
