Page 97 of When the Laird Conquers

“I don’t want you to stop,” she urged, cupping his face in her hands.

“And I daenae want to hurt ye,” he replied, smiling. “If it’s too much, we can try again another time. We have forever, love. Daenae forget that.”

Her eyes gleamed with love as she leaned in and kissed him slowly, sensually.

“Make love to me,” she whispered, then kissed him harder.

Agnes already felt like she was soaring on a wave of pure bliss as she sat in her husband’s lap, running her hands over his smooth skin, feeling the lines of his many scars, exploring the contours of his muscular form.

Clinging to him, she couldn’t help but tilt her hips back and forth, rocking gently to chase the friction that had sent her into a frenzy the night before their wedding.

“Oh… oh, my love,” she moaned, his hard length gliding through her slick folds, brushing over her bundle of nerves.

Just then, his hand slipped between her thighs, his fingertips finding that same exquisite spot.

“Yes… Oh, goodness, yes…” She bit her lip as he began to strum her pulsing bud in a slow rhythm, each touch igniting a fresh spark that tingled through her body.

She still didn’t understand how everything could be so connected, and she no longer cared to know. It had to be magic, plain and simple, and she relished being under its spell.

As he rubbed her bud, he kissed down her throat, his other hand sliding into her hair. Back arching, she closed her eyes, letting herself feel every delicious moment, picturing the journey of his soft lips instead of seeing it.

Her hips bucked as his tongue flicked against her nipple, her fingernails digging into his shoulders as a bolt of bliss splintered through her. And when his mouth closed over the sensitive flesh, she couldn’t help but cry out, needing more.

“Yes, my love,” she moaned. “Like that… Yes…”

She could feel her climax rising with every strum of his talented fingers. Holding tightly to him, anchoring herself against the wave that would soon come, she caught his mouth with hers and kissed him with everything she had.

“I love you,” she murmured between kisses. “Gordon, I love you.”

“As I love ye,” he rasped, his voice thick with emotion.

Soon enough, release crashed over her, pleasure coursing through every vein and nerve, a potent force that swept her up in its magic.

Crying out, she clung to him even tighter, raking her nails across his back until his guttural growl brought on a fresh burst of bliss.

This, being with him, learning about herself, discovering what no tutor or book could teach, was a power unlike anything she had ever known.

Love was a power she had never known, though she had always hoped that she might. And this handsome, gentle, wondrous man had been the one to make her dreams come true, loving her in a way she had not thought possible.

As ecstasy thundered through her, holding every muscle tight, making her head swim, and her lungs burn, she wrapped her arms around him and kissed him. Even if it meant giving up breathing for a moment, she just wanted to feel his lips on hers as she rode the surging waves of her climax.

A short while later, she collapsed against him and buried her face in his neck, kissing the spot where his pulse fluttered.

“Daenae tell me ye’re tired already?” he murmured teasingly.

She shook her head and smiled against his skin. “Not in the slightest, my love. I am just… so happy.”

“As am I, love,” he said softly, running his hands through her hair, dipping his head to kiss her shoulder.

They stayed like that for a few moments, just enjoying their closeness. Indeed, it was only when she felt the brush of his manhood against her entrance that heat flared within her once more, eager to discover what came next.

She pulled back and looked deeply into his eyes. “You won’t hurt me, my love.”

“I’ll be gentle, Sunshine,” he promised, brushing his thumb across the apple of her cheek. “We can go as slowly as ye like.”

Flashing him a mischievous grin, she murmured, “I rather like the sound of that.”

Yet she couldn’t deny the faint flutter of nerves as he took himself in hand and notched his swollen tip against her entrance. She held her breath as she felt the pressure of him, the promise of him, her hands gripping his shoulders tightly.