Page 88 of My Brave Highlander

He moved down and brushed his face over her breasts still covered in her smock. Her nipples tingled and hardened in response. She gasped, unable to resist shoving her breasts against his face, craving more contact. Through the material, he took a nipple between his lips and nipped at it.

She moaned at the sharp delicious sensations that sparked through her body. Oh heavens, no man had ever done this to her. She hadn't imagined it was part of lovemaking. He untied her smock and drew it down past her shoulders, trapping her arms at her sides. But she loved the sensation of being imprisoned by Dirk. It was exactly where she wanted to be. Dragging the smock farther down, he exposed her breasts, then locked his lips onto one, drawing the nipple into his hot mouth. Moaning, he licked and sucked, arousing her more and more with each moment. Oh, what luscious insanity. Squirming against him, yearning for more, she could hardly breathe.

He slid her smock up her thigh, his hot hand stroking up and down her bare skin.

"Mmm, soft," he whispered, then moved his hand to her inner thigh. With his lips, he tugged at her other nipple, then flicked it with his tongue while his hand slipped higher until he reached that most sensitive spot between her legs. The same place that tingled each time he touched her.

Although still fearful, because she'd never experienced this before, she inched her legs apart, craving and slowly inviting his touch. His fingertips barely stroked over her curls. Oh dear heaven, it was hard to breathe. She could not believe the powerful, spellbinding sensations his fingers wrought. She held onto him tightly, hoping he'd soothe the ache in her core.

He stroked with firmer pressure, making her want to submit to him. She widened her thighs further, unable to believe how she yearned. She'd waited years to find out what it felt like to be bedded. At first, she'd been terrified of the prospect. Now, although some part of her was still a wee bit apprehensive, she was more than ready to beg him. To experience the bedding with a man as appealing and caring as Dirk, surely it would be far more astonishing than she could've ever imagined.

Still suckling at her nipple, he pushed his finger… inside her.

"Dirk?" she gasped, for it hurt. Not terribly, but there was an uncomfortable stretching sensation.

"Aye… wet," he whispered, then stroked his finger in and out, gently. This motion felt better with each thrust of his finger until she was near bewitched and trembling, unable to take any more. Unable to understand what she was feeling.

She struggled to free her arms from the smock. Finally succeeding, she slid her hand down to his shaft, which was now rock hard, the feel of it incredibly arousing. Her body craved his beyond anything imaginable. Some strong instinct possessed her.

"I want you. I ache for you, too," she whispered, kissing him, flicking her tongue against his lips.

He growled, yanked the blanket and her smock out of his way and settled naked between her legs. "Wicked lass," he whispered against her lips.

Aye, she feared she was exceedingly wicked, but she didn't care at the moment. Threading his hair between her fingers, she kissed him. With a groan, he devoured her mouth and scooted upwards. His shaft prodded and teased her opening, sending a new, more potent, surge of need through her. She gasped and widened her legs, fearing it would hurt, but at the same time, not caring. Her need for him was stronger than any fear of pain.

He ground his teeth and growled again, then seemed focused as he pressed upwards, attempting to enter her slowly. But their bodies didn't fit. He was much too large.

"Oh no. What if…?" She gasped. What if he truly wouldn't fit? What if he was so big he'd cause her serious injury?

When he paused, she feared he might change his mind.

"Don't stop," she said, starting to panic. "Take me."

"I'm… taking you, lass," he mumbled in a near whisper. His faint smile charmed her and helped her relax. "Stay calm."

"Aye. I'm calm."

"Ready for me?" he asked.

"Aye." More than ready. She bit her lip and braced for it.

With the surge of his hips, stabbing pain struck her but she forced herself not to cry out. Though tears flooded her eyes, she didn't want him to know she was an untried virgin. He might stop. Besides, most everyone who knew her assumed she had experienced the bedding. Now, it was true. Despite any pain, she was thankful Dirk was the one bringing her fully into womanhood and not her former husband.

Dirk muttered a curse and ground his teeth. "Mmm… so tight, Isobel," he breathed against her lips. "Relax…" Halting, he gently kissed her face, then ate at her mouth, his tongue once again seducing her. The pain slid away as her body gradually grew accustomed to the feel and size of his.

Strangely, despite the pain, she craved more from him, more moving, more of his erotic invasion. Her body felt hot, wet and tingly where it joined his. Gradually, the sharpest part of the clenching pain slid away and the tension within her eased. He must have felt this too for he withdrew and pushed in again with a sensuous slide.

"Oh! That's…" She didn't know what, but it felt delicious.

He made the move again, a withdrawal and a thrust, deeper this time. Oh, saints, she craved this and more. She widened her legs, hoping he'd give her more, even though the ache and burning sensation had not left her.

He cradled her derriere in his large hand. With a hip twist, he made another deeper thrust.

"Oh. I can't believe how that feels." The spellbinding tingles of pleasure. The overwhelming need for him to fill her. She bit his lip.

He muttered a curse and pushed deeper. "M'eudail."

My treasure? She melted at the endearment and lifted her hips to meet him. This set him off. With a groan, he drove into her again and again, faster with each lunge. Saints! The forceful way he moved scared her at first, but then she understood it. A quick thrusting rhythm that sent wave after wave of stunning sensation through her body, like a thousand stars bursting. She gasped, unable to believe how his body was moving within hers and the pleasure it triggered. Who could have imagined?