Page 121 of The Highlander Takes a Widow
Her eyes rolled to the back of her head, and she slowly rocked her hips against his. She wanted him inside her, needed him more than air. Her arms tightened around his shoulders, silently conveying her need.
She breathed against his ear, “It’s lovely… always lovely to think that though ye’re me fourth husband… yet ye’re the only man who’s ever claimed me. Touched me.”
Though William already knew that, her words made him stop. He lifted his head, his gaze finding hers. He gave her a smile, something so small yet so fierce.
“I will worship every part of ye. Yer body, yer heart, yer soul, till me very last breath.”
Her lips parted with a shuddering breath.
At that moment, he moved between her thighs and slowly guided himself to her entrance. Sorcha moaned loudly as he slid inside her. Her thighs opened wider, giving him better access.
She whimpered as he stretched her, loving the fullness.
She loved every inch of him—his soul, his heart, his body. There could be no greater explanation for true love.
She cupped his face in his hands and pressed a soft kiss to his lips. “And I will love ye till me very last breath.”
The End?
