Highlander's Heart (Clan Matheson #2)

Thrusting balls-deep, his essence continued to stream from him and her heavenly channel rippled over and over, squeezing him as she rode the sizzling waves of her orgasm right along with him.

“I need more,” she murmured, her body locked tight around his, her mind moving through and saturating him deep within. He clutched onto her, shared his own need and reveled as she grinned and stretched out underneath him, her desire for more just as strong as his was. Only first, he needed to ensure all was well with her.

Carefully, he eased his rocking and brought them slowly back down as tenderly as he could. On his elbows, he lifted up a touch so he wasn’t pressing his entire weight down on her. Her beautiful breasts bobbed in front of him and he groaned at the temptation he’d never get enough of. Her creamy skin and the slender column of her neck, lured him in as nothing else could. He licked each of the marks he'd stamped across her flesh, around her neck and over her breasts. His bear purred and rolled around with delight inside him. Happy bear. Happy man.

“I love having your mouth on me, Tor.”

“Where exactly?”

“Everywhere.”

“You taste incredible, like the sweetest honey and my bear and I are already addicted to the taste.” Still wedged deep inside her, his cock stirred back to full and needy life once more. Hell, he wanted to take her all over again, but first he’d take care of her. Even though it pained him to leave her body, he slid out.

“Where are you going?” She rubbed against the fur pelt she lay on, her back arching. She was an ethereal vision, all sensuous curves and a feast unlike any he’d ever beheld.

“To tend to you first.” A streak of blood lay smeared along her inner thigh. She’d given him her innocence, just as he’d given her his, and his bear rumbled with pleasure. “There’s blood and I need to make sure all is well. Wait right here. I’ll grab some water and tend to you.”

“I dinnae want you to go.”

“There’s a barrel of water just outside. I’ll be but a moment.” He hooked one of the furs around his waist, grabbed his empty skin and snuck outside. Stars glittered within the heavenly blanket of black sweeping the sky and the moon shone bright. All within the camp had gone quiet, the fire blazing in the center now surrounded by warriors who’d bedded down around its warmth. They’d missed the evening meal, not that he hungered for anything more than another taste of his handfast wife right now. As moonlight glittered over the stillness of the loch and the slight rustle of nighttime creatures moving within the forest resounded toward him, he dipped the skin in the barrel at the forest’s edge, filled it and plugged the cork. He loosened the fur at his waist, splashed a handful of water over his cock then refastened the fur and snuck back inside the tent.

Layla smiled wickedly, moved onto her hands and knees on the fur. She crawled toward him, her blond locks sliding forward and swaying in front of her full breasts. As she reached the end of their makeshift bed, she rose up onto her knees and crooked a finger at him. “Come here.”

“Have a drink first.” He passed her the skin and she took a sip while he tossed the fur from around his waist aside, swiped a cloth from a pile on the crate in one corner and dropped to his knees before her.

“Here you go.” She passed him the skin back and he tipped her back onto the pelts, gently eased her legs apart and kneeling between them, wet the cloth with water from his pouch and wiped the blood away. “Do you hurt here?”

“A little.” Her soulful brown gaze softened. “But in a wonderful way. I’ve finally found what I’ve been missing from my life. You.”

“As I’ve now found you.” He’d never felt more complete, as if the missing piece of his soul was back and now held safely within her hands. Carefully, he cleaned her, until every trace of their joining was gone then he plugged the skin and tossed it aside. He curled his hands around her hips, pressed a soft kiss to her mound and nuzzled the thatch of golden curls covering her entrance before touching his tongue to her clit.

She gasped, caught his face in her hands and giggled as she tugged him up. “Everything feels so sensitive.”

“Do you need me to wait before I touch you there again?”

“Aye, but apparently you dinnae need any such wait. You appear ripe for my touch.” Her gaze moved over his heavy erection and with a devious lift to her brow, she lifted his body up with her skill and laid him down on his back on the fur. She crawled in between his legs, her breasts swaying softly either side of his balls as she leaned in.

With the lightest of touches, she curled one hand around his shaft then dipped her head and licked him from root to tip.

Hell, her touch was exquisite.

“Do you like this?”