Page 89 of Wanted By the Wicked Highlander

He licked and sucked with an expertise that shocked her.

Where had he learned...? No, daenae think about that! Just feel.

And gods, she was feeling. Heat coiled in her belly, spreading outward like wildfire. Her hips moved instinctively, riding his face as pleasure built to an impossible peak.

“Sebastian,” she gasped, her voice ragged. “Please...”

He chuckled against her flesh, the vibration sending another wave of sensation through her. “Please, what, Alba? Tell me what ye need.”

“I needye. Inside me.”

He rose slowly, his eyes dark with desire. With slow, intimate movements, he unfastened his kilt, letting it pool at his feet.

Alba’s eyes widened. He was magnificent, broad shoulders tapering to narrow hips, his manhood jutting proudly from athatch of dark curls. It was larger than she had imagined, the head flushed and weeping with need.

Sebastian stretched out beside her, propped on one elbow as he looked his fill. Alba felt exposed, vulnerable, but the warmth in his eyes put her at ease. His hand traced her collarbones, then drifted lower to cup her breast. Her nipple pebbled against his palm.

“Perfect,” he breathed, leaning in to take the other nipple in his mouth. Alba arched off the blankets as he suckled, his tongue flicking around the sensitive peak. His free hand slid between her thighs, finding her slick and ready. One finger circled her entrance, teasing, before slowly sinking inside.

Alba’s breath hitched at the intrusion. It was strange but not unpleasant. Sebastian moved his finger gently, in and out, then added a second. He scissored them, stretching her carefully. The slight burn gave way to pleasure as he found a sensitive spot inside her.

“There,” he murmured against her breast. “Right there.”

He worked her with his fingers until she was writhing, her hands clutching at his shoulders. “Sebastian, now. Please, I am ready.”

He positioned himself between her thighs, his manhood nudging at her entrance. Alba tensed, remembering stories of pain, of blood. Sebastian sensed it, pausing to kiss her deeply.

“Relax, love,” he whispered. “Trust me.”

She nodded, forcing her muscles to unclench. He pushed forward carefully, slowly stretching her opening. There was a brief, sharp pain, a tearing sensation that made her gasp. Sebastian stilled immediately, his body rigid with control.

“All right?” he asked, his voice strained.

Alba took a breath, then another. The pain was already fading, replaced by a feeling of fullness. “Aye. Daenae stop.”

He moved deeper, inch by inch, until he was fully sheathed. Alba felt stretched to her limits, filled with hard, pulsing flesh. Sebastian held still, letting her adjust, his forehead pressed against hers.

“Alba,” he breathed, his voice thick with emotion. “Me wife.”

She wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him closer. “Move. Please, move.”

He started to thrust gently at first, then with growing confidence. Each movement pressed against sensitive places inside her, reigniting that coiling heat.

Alba instinctively met his movements, her hips rising to meet his. The sound of their bodies meeting filled the room, mingling with their gasps and moans.

Sebastian shifted slightly, changing the angle, and suddenly something inside her lit up. “Oh gods!” she cried out. “Right there. Daenae stop.”

He obliged, hammering that spot with each thrust. Alba’s nails raked down his back as pleasure overwhelmed her. She was close, so close...

“Cum for me, Alba,” Sebastian growled, his voice rough with passion. “Let me feel ye.”

His words pushed her over the edge. Alba shattered, waves of ecstasy crashing through her. She cried out his name as her folds clenched around his manhood, milking him. Sebastian thrust twice more, then buried himself deep with a low, primal groan. She felt him pulse inside her, his hot cum flooding her channel.

They collapsed together, limbs tangled, hearts racing. Sebastian rolled to his side, taking her with him, still joined. He kissed her forehead, her cheeks, her lips.

“Alba,” he whispered, his voice soft with wonder. “Me chirdh.”

She smiled against his chest, feeling his seed trickle down her thigh. “Me husband.”